I honestly think winter will never end. I know that’s not true, but good grief am I tired of it. We’ve received several more inches over night, and even more as the day has gone. It wouldn’t be so bad if we could just bundle up and go for a walk, but the days it isn’t snowing it’s below zero and ridiculously cold. Too cold for a neighborhood walk. My cabin fever is far beyond peak at this point, and I think the only thing getting me through is knowing that the Pacific Northwest has trees and spring flowers blooming… it can’t possibly be much longer of this if they’re already getting spring, right??

This kid… oh my goodness. I can already tell the trouble I’m going to be having  in another week or so once he actually figures out crawling. I used to be able to lay him on a blanket on the floor and he’d play with his toys. Now that he’s figured out how to roll, he’s rolling everywhere. Yesterday he found one of the husband’s boots and proceeded to suck on it (just the thought of all that road salt and other gunk going in his mouth makes me want to throw up a little). He’s finding my knitting basket under the end table, too, which means I might end up having to move that. I’m going to have my hands full soon, and I’m torn between complete and utter dread and feeling like I need to start obsessively cleaning everything.

My Featherweight cardigan is knitting up fairly well, despite the lack of time I’ve had. I tried it on this morning and I think I can get away with one more chunk of the Archangel colorway and then do the edging, but we’ll have to see once I get there. I have plenty of yarn so I could probably do 5 chunks of the Archangel, though I’m starting to feel like if I have to do any more purling I’m going to poke myself in the eye with a knitting needle. I don’t want it to necessarily be a long cardigan, but too short won’t work, either. I’m fairly short, to finding that happy in-between is the key.