Last night I ate early, didn't drink any wine, nor did I turn on the tv (all great feats mind you!) so that I could have the maximum amount of time to get my head back in the knitting game. I miss knitting. My sore wrist and shoulder from my work days spent mousing are really wearing on me, either that or it's old age, Uh, more likely bad posture. So I organized my tiny yarn stash, made a needle inventory check, and looked through my huge stack of project ideas and book patterns. My living room rug was in shambles. I decided to continue the beastie rather than start another new project. I psyched myself up to complete rows and rows - maybe even start designing the rest of the beastie pattern. [knitting the prototype with Blue Sky baby alpaca yarn in sport weight] Ha! the gods were against me. Three rows into the head (now at row 28- the center point) Max woke up screaming. Poor baby bunny had an "owie" tummy and couldn't sleep. Since hubbie was away, we ended up reading magazines together and falling asleep in my bed. Max slept pretty well, while I suffered from this impending cold and a flip flopping toddler taking over the entire bed.