I started the Rock-a-Bye sock yesterday. It’s a diagonal rib so you just shift the knit and purls on each row by a stitch. It creates a neat pattern. The Rock-a-Bye sock that is photographed in The Joy of Sox is really pretty, but the photos don’t do the pattern justice. Here is what it looks like – and I love the greens of this sock yarn:
So this is moving along nicely already. I should be heel flapping in no time at all.
Davey is continuing to demonstrate that he just may not be a baby anymore. He has started calling us Mom and Dad, and I have to say I do not like it one bit. Fortunately he mixes it with Mommy and Daddy still. Silly of me I guess – but he sounds like such a big kid when he says it.
Ok and finally, here is our mailbox: (sorry about the bird poop on the front)
I went to check the mail the other day, and as soon as I opened the door, a red wasp came out and immediately stung me. Red wasps do not waste any time. Luckily, I moved fast enough so that somehow he didn’t fully sting me, but it still hurt. David describes the pain as a shot of cold lava. It’s an apt description.
After the wasp flew away and after I had Davey run about halfway back up the driveway to safety, I looked in the mailbox. There was a little wasp hut hanging from the top of the inside. I got a stick and removed it. This involved a little bit of poke and run, poke and run, but I got it to the ground. So I thought the mailbox was safe now that the wasp had been evicted.
The next day, I open the door and there he is again! This time I somehow avoided a sting. The booger is in there rebuilding! I’d forgotten to buy wasp spray, so David has gone angry villager. He described in detail how to put together a torch. It involved a broomstick, rags and gasoline.
One of my main worries is the end of our mail delivery. I have a feeling that a stung mailman won’t be too excited about returning to our mailbox.
Time for Mom and Dad to go to tackle the wasp problem.