One year old. I had really meant to write this on Ivars birthday the 6th of December, but I think I might have slipped on a black patch in my brain and got stuck. Well, I intend to shine some light into that darkness. Decorate it perhaps.
My sweet, smiley, cuddly, happy, cookie-loving little son is growing into a toddler. I am not sure if I want to let him grow any older than this. For someone only capable of saying three words (Mamma, Pappa, kaka*), he is surprisingly able to get what he wants.
He got this little sweater from me. I love the yarn, Opal Hundertwasser Wool, and it took exactly one skein to knit this with only a few inches of yarn left after finishing. The sweater did come out a little tight in my opinion. Anna had the same reflection on the very same sweater for her baby daughter. It took me forever to finish it because I could not seem to get the collar right. This is a keeper though. An heirloom. I will keep it for my grandchildren, if I am ever so lucky to get any.
* mammy, daddy and cookie in Swedish.
