Youngest Son is being baptised on Easter Sunday and it'll be of no surprise that I want to knit something for him and his big brother. It'll also be of no surprise that I'm willing to abandon, yet again, Husband's Jumper in the pursuit of this desire (row 20 on sleeve two, by the way – and yes, I'm counting). But what may surprise you is that I'm also willing to postpone projects of my own for my boys. This may have something to do with the fact that I haven't yet got my greedy little hands on the new batch of yarn but, since I've also been tempted to cast on an alternative (sorry, that should be "different") project from my stash, I not sure that it's quite that simple. But fear not: I'm sure it'll pass.
My current idea is "Harry" – appropriate not only because it's a lovely design but also because it holds the same name as Youngest Son's soon-to-be Godfather. This is clearly a sign. I already have the complementary colour schemes worked out for both tops – thanks to being the grateful recipient of this season's shade card. So this ability to forward-plan is also a sign. The third, and final, sign will be that all the required yarn will be in stock when I go shopping. Yes, a trinity of signs, the astute among you will have noticed, and there'll be no arguing with that.
Husband thinks that, although a nice idea, it'll be a lot of work. Not one mention of his jumper being de-prioritised, you'll notice, as he really is one of the kindest and most generous people I know. He may have a point, although I'm trying not to acknowledge it. Seven weeks might normally be enough time say, when one is getting their full quota of sleep at night. Or they have long evenings and perhaps even a little bit of daytime to do some knitting. Having a six-week old who refuses to conform to his older brother's early (and most wonderful) sleeping pattern means that, as yet, I meet none of these criteria. And one hour's of knitting a day (if I'm lucky) will not be enough to knit two tank tops.
Now I know that I could enrol the help of my more-than-capable family members to contribute to this project but I want this to be a gift from me. Or is that it's actually a gift for me? Oldest Son's face has yet to light up with the same shine as a Proper Knitter when presented with a knitted gift (although, to be fair, he did wear his hat for another five seconds today – and yes, I'm counting). To be honest, it's probably something to do with proving that I'm a Proper Mother by knitting occasion-specific garments for my boys, although the only person that it needs proving to is myself – and I'm sure that everyone else would rather I turned up not so bleary-eyed and not so grumpy having enjoyed what rest I could. Hmm. They too may have a point.
So let's let beloved yarn shop decide. Although if you see a tired father-of-two small boys rushing around the haberdashery department trying to hide all the desired yarn, please stop him: That's cheating and only a sign that I should stop sharing project ideas with him.