His sweater was finished early yesterday morning, just in time for the low teens of the morning. As soon as I put it on him, he spent every waking hour trying to get it off. I would come in the room to find him with the one-shoulder look, having managed to pry his flibber out of one sleeve. In order to save the sweater, I only put it on him before bed - for the double-layer effect - and to go outside. We seem to have reached détente.
|I finally put him on the table so|
he couldn't go far.
|He is rather adorable, if I do say so.|
It's his saving grace.
Lovey, on the other hand, loves her jacket and wears it all of the time. I am hoping that she will feel the same about her soon-to-be sweater.
|I have everyone's rapt attention - I am|
standing next to the crunchy treat jar...