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So I went to the most amazing knitting retreat over the weekend (pictures are coming, I promise, but I’m on a flight to hawaii tomorrow and my photo software is not on a laptop…) and I wrote down all kinds of random things:

“I dug a tunnel.”

“If our kids can’t knit we should turn off our tvs.”

“I really find it hard to believe that you’re a person that has to worry about short row shaping.”

“I think there’s something wrong with my yarn.”

barcelonaknits.blogspot.com/ < — I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I WROTE THAT ONE DOWN. Also it’s all in Spanish… Please tell me why this site is important?

Also, not written down anywhere, and really embarassing, but I will never forget crawling into Stefanie Japel’s classroom to retrieve my forgotten needle case, attempting to be unnoticed.  Totally didn’t work.

Only 8 days until knitting retreat…

Uhoh, I almost broke the rules and posted this entry without responding to Michelle’s tag!  I am to share six quirky but unspectacular things about me.  Here goes nothing:

1.  I avoid door handles.  I won’t stand around and wait for people to open the door, but I will shove my hands back into my sleeves to avoid direct contact.

2.  I refuse to write on the first page in a notebook.

3.  I avoid microsoft products, except at work, where I do what they say for money.

4.  Before facebook existed I was a google stalker.  Now my online stalking time is so much more efficient.

5.  I don’t really know how to fall asleep before midnight.

6.  The sound of silverware scraping plates DRIVES ME MAD.  I can hear it across the room.  I make all sorts of attempts to look normal when I hear this sound, but if you know I suffer from this affliction you’ll notice the subtle wincing.

And I’m a weak link too Franki!

Originally uploaded by jaimeandjim.

How is it possible that I am the owner of a kid THIS cute??? Prepare for online journal spamming of flickr pics. I’m just uploading a batch now.

We went to Butterfield Acres this weekend for a good old fashioned Pumpkin hunt.  (I don’t know that they are old fashioned at all, but it seems like the kind of thing farm kids would do growing up.)  I had never heard of this thing they call “Pumpkin Hunt,” but when my daily mom-spam email came through a couple of weeks ago, it told me all about the fun me and my family would have if only we went to a pumpkin hunt(!)  So we picked one of the last weekend slots available, as early in the season as possible, so as not to have to hunt for pumpkins in the snow, and we bundled ourselves up in fall garb and drove out to the farm on Saturday.

Before the hunt started, they corralled all the kids in this little playground.  It was better than most playgrounds because there were these wooden frames hanging from ropes all over the place!  There were also old tires to climb on and all sorts of other treasures to be found.  The thing I really liked about the playground was that there was plenty of stuff for the kids to play with, and unlike normal city playgrounds, all the apparatuses (apparati??) stuff to play on was spread out, so you didn’t have a huge concentration of kids in the area where the “cool” toys were.

And because of the non-standard equipment, the kids are left to figure out how they want to play on certain things:

The slides were really cool too:

In the interest of time, I’m going to cut this short. We rode in a trailer that was pulled by a large tractor, which Jonah thought was the coolest thing ever. And then we got off at the pumpkin hunting destination and Jonah found his own pumpkin! Never before have I seen my baby with such a proud look on his face! He really felt like he accomplished something when he picked that pumpkin up off the ground!

After the hunting, we loaded ourselves back into the trailers and rode out to the decoration area. Jonah got to put macaroni and feathers and lentils all over his pumpkin! He had fun despite the fact that he didn’t really understand that the glue was an adhesive, and not paint. After the decorating, we pump little punkinhead on a rack to dry, waved bye-bye, assured jonah that we would come back for mister pumpkin, and went to go look at the animals.

(Those pictures are still waiting for me to finish. I promise - later this week they will be posted in flickr.)