First grade is so much more tiring than any of us anticipated; it might be because he has to think all day long, though I'm not sure what my excuse is.
The soccer craze continues apace, both in front of & behind the camera, plus when we got home from post-game brunch on Saturday we discovered the cable glory that is the all soccer, all the time channel & most of the family spent most of the rest of the weekend piled on the couch watching soccer (while one small portion of the family spent most of the rest of the weekend unable to believe that the rare TV bounty was being wasted on soccer & repeatedly, whinily, wishing that we could pleeeeeaaaase watch Cinderella instead).
Turns out that a rainy weekend soccer marathon is the perfect time to be messing around with yarn, which may have something to do with the fact that for the first time in a few years, I'm feeling that old familiar Fall urge to knit. While digging around in my archive of unfinished projects looking for a particular size of needle, I came across a bunch of Classic Elite '03 Tweed (nice of them to put the date right there in the name, so I can be very specific about exactly how long this project has been languishing) that was partially turned into (one back, half a front) a raglan sweater for my boy. When he was much, much smaller. So, I pulled those pieces apart, & am now making a pattern from Junior Knits by Debbie Bliss, this slouchy sweatshirty kind of thing that seems just right for this yarn.
One thing about coming back to knitting for my kids after a few years off is that they, particularly my son, are now the size of small giants, & so, granted, this is a long slouchy sweater & I'm making it a little longer than strictly necessary (I want this thing to last through at least one growth spurt, & my general rule of thumb when knitting for my long skinny kids is to knit the right size widthwise + the next size up for length), & so suddenly (ok, "suddenly") I'm knitting sweater backs that are longer than his entire body at birth. My baby!
Another, perhaps more pertinent thing, is that I am seasoned enough to realize that the ridiculous length of the sweater back is nothing, nothing! compared to the total drudgery that will be the sleeves.