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[which_chick]

The horse function yesterday was rained out as we got a whole summer's worth of rain in two days. *sigh* Tash said that they are having a trail ride next weekend, which might be worth pursuing. We'll see what the weather looks like. I think it'd be educational for the IRH to spend some time not-with-her-friends on an out and about event. (The IRH does not know Tash's horses and so forth, so it'd be like going out on her own, only not exactly with strangers.) La & co. have things planned for that weekend, so I'd be needing to be hauled by someone else, possibly Tash. I'd kind of like to go... we'll see.

In the evening, I visited with Joe & co, who'd come up for the picnic today. Gwen can now stand up. She's a LOT more interesting than she used to be, has a fine grasp of peek-a-boo. I also worked on the mitten (You all remember the mitten, right? I know that it's been months since I talked about the mitten, but you're supposed to be paying attention. There was a mitten. There still is a mitten. I'm still working on it.) and came up with a scheme for the top decreases that didn't irritate me. Huzzah! It's about done. I need to hit another round or two and then graft the edges together. After that, I have to pick up the stitches around the thumb and knit that, but I feel pretty good about the whole thing. Once that's done, I have to make another one that more or less matches the first one. This would be easier if I'd taken more notes on how I did the first one. Oh, well. I'm not morally opposed to fraternal-twin mittens. Patterns are for sissies.

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[not-your-real.livejournal.com]

Yay mittens!

Is Gwen still your spiritual heir?

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

It's kind of hard to tell when they don't talk yet. She's still very alert and quite pleased with the advantages that standing up and good crawling provide her with. She can also wave and say "bye". This isn't really very much to go on, though. She's also fussy and mom says I wasn't... though she was comparing me to Roy and almost anyone would have been non-fussy compared to Roy.

Interestingly, Duncan threw a fit when Joe broke his cake. See, there was a piece of cake, a square piece of cake. Duncan (he's four) was sort of eating the icing off of it. Joe asked if he could have a bite of the cake (which was going to be uneaten if he didn't eat it because Duncan just wanted the icing) and Duncan said that Joe could have the brown part. It was a chocolate cake with mostly white icing. So Joe took a forkful of cake-and-icing whereupon the boy started screaming like you'd ripped his arm off. "I don't WANNABROKENCAAAAAKE!!" Er. Yeah. We're pretty sure he got the anal-retentive genes. He also builds symmetric block towers.