My oldest left today on her first ever youth choir trip. She was so excited she could hardly stand herself. I know that she was excited about singing and traveling and being with her friends, but I think she was even more excited about arm knitting. Arm knitting, you say? Yep. One of the rising senior girls announced that they would be learning to "arm knit" on the bus if anyone wanted to learn. They had to bring two skeins of thick yarn and be ready to have fun. Well, crafty kid here couldn't wait and was also concerned that two of her friends had left early and had not heard the announcement. SO we bought extra at JoAnn's yesterday...luckily it was on clearance and didn't bring on heart palpitations when viewing the price. We agreed that her friends would choose their favorite colors first and S would take what was left. She wisely chose three different colors she could live with and we hurried home. Flash forward to this afternoon. I went in the choir room to wait with other parents who were seeing their children off on the adventure. The three girls were carrying their ziplocs full of yarn, ready to get on the bus and begin their lesson. Maybe 90 minutes after they left, she texted that she and her friend B had finished their first scarves. Really? Me: Did you really use bothe thigs of yarn? Um, that was kind of fast. S: Yes. I can't wait for winter to wear this. I love it! So, friends and family, if you wonder what the little package under the tree is from my oldest, just remember: arm knitting.
In the absence of his sisters, the boy is somewhat lost for activities to do. He talked a big game, running around the church lawn as the bus left pounding his chest and yellig "FREEDOM!!!". After he wore his father out playing Lego Batman on the XBox, he decided to lay on me for a little bit and watch the Turtleman. Then we played with Uncle Mike's childhood Hot Wheels. The whole time these activities were happening, he talked. Constantly. And I did not see him take a breath. It was impressive and a great test as to the strength of our patience. We got in the car to go for a drive, talked. In the parking lot, talked. While I was on the phone, talked. During his dessert, talked. All through his shower, talked. I honestly think the freedom he announced to the world could best be described as freedom to speak. Not freedom of speech, but to actually speak. With two big sisters he gets words in, but not that many. Let me tell you, cats and kittens, he is making up for lost time. Our ears are tired...but he was sleeping happily as soon as his head hit the pillow. Nice. Talked himself to sleep. Whatever it takes, people.
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