Okay, note to self: four fluid ounces on a warm day equals three whopping spit-up episodes, each followed by a bath. This type of activity requires lots of cuddling and repeated whispers of, "Poor baby. Mama will make it all better." This is followed by a tiny face peeking out of a blankie, seeming to say, "Thanks, Mama."
We took a trip to an alpaca farm, with nearly the whole ding-dang knitting group. Baby alpacas are cute with a capital KYOOOOOO! We were treated to the sight of a brand-new baby, all of three hours old, lying next to her humming mother. Yes, alpacas are among the many species of animals that don't know the words. Our thanks to L for arranging the trip. Aside from the resulting "milk bath", we had a great time. I even made arrangements to go back in the fall to do a spinning demo.
"What do you charge for a demo?"
"I'll trade you for fiber!"
Before the alpaca trip came Junior's first church service. It is possible to handle a microphone, bottle, baby, burp cloth and lyric book all at once, with the help of a music stand and an altar rail. Little Himself slept through the entire thing, sparing me from horrified visions of an Omen-esque freakout. I shall have to reward him with a new hat. Now that I can reach the spinning wheel, I can run up some of that alpaca from S and L and knit something soft and fuzzy.
Ooh, then I need to wash up some more wool and spin some sock weight for J's stockings. And I found an old pattern for soakers; I'd really like to try that out. And I ought to make a changing pad. I wonder if I have any cotton that would work? Oh, but first I have to finish those socks for the doc...