Yesterday afternoon, Clark asked if I would “make a mommy sock?”

“What?”, I said.

“Can you make a mommy sock?” Then he walks over and points to the leftover yarn from his most recent pair sitting on an end table. “A blue and green mommy sock?” and he flashes me a beautiful smile.

Awww. The boy wants mommy to have a pair of socks that match his. How sweet is that?

Well, mommy isn’t getting a blue and green sock, but she’s started another sock for Clark. I can hardly resist. They’re so easy, and fast, and he LOVES them, and I have boy-appropriate yarn that’s been in my stash for I don’t know how long, acquired from I don’t know where. (Sorry if you gifted this to me. I forgot. Feel free to remind me if you’d like).

And when he saw me working on it last night he let out a little gasp and asked, “is that a sock?” Then he climbed onto the couch and laid his foot in my lap to try it on.

Liv had an orchestra concert last night. We sat right in front, so I couldn’t see her at all during the performance, but I got some cute before and after shots.

We’re trying to decide whether or not to continue band and orchestra next year. Our school district is cutting budget like mad, so I’ve heard the price is going to nearly triple for next year. Times that by two students, instrument rentals, lack of practicing on their part, etc., etc., and we just don’t know. I’d like to continue, and they really want to.

So, today’s my birthday. It’s incredibly dark and wet outside. Dreary is a fitting word. I’m going to need to find a way to bring sunshine into the day that doesn’t involve painting my entire house yellow.