I knit this adorable pointed gnome "tomten" baby hat yesterday using a pattern on Ravelry that had been translated from Swedish. It turned out so cute that I promptly cast on another hat today. It's the kind of adorable, but utterly ridiculous sort of baby hat that I especially love, since I am a fervent believer that you should always dress a baby in goofy silly hats when they are too young to verbally complain and at best will only look disgruntled. What? You'd like to see photos of these cute gnome baby hats? Be patient, Grasshopper. I haven't taken pictures of them yet. I will now distract you with a scene from my family this afternoon. I'd just gotten home from working out and I was "glistening", (i.e. sweating like a stuck hog.) The kid gave me a hug, which is something he will still do on occasion, if he's certain that no one is watching. As he hugged me, I got a noseful of nasty, stinky teenage boy body odor. Our conversation pretty much followed like this:
Kid: "Gross. You're all sweaty."
Me: "Me, gross? You smell rank."
Kid: "Me? It's probably you. Wait a minute." At this point, he lifts up his arm and takes a deep, powerful, almost thoughtful sniff of his own armpit and says, "Nope, you're right. It's me."
Sigh. My life is all about the glamour moments.