Yes, I knit Jude a Captain America Lego Minifigure for his birthday. For real. This was such a darling, fun knit. Okay, by the time I knit the second hand and the arm, it was getting to be a little less fun, but overall, it really wasn't too bad and fiddly. As you can see, all the pieces come apart, but unfortunately, they don't stay together too well, so I sewed on the head, and I occasionally safety pin his pants to his body. What can you do? Even knitting has its limitations. If I were truly ambitious, sewing a snap or perhaps velcro to the inside pieces would work well, I think. But, my knitting ambitions have their limits, believe it or not. Obviously, I changed the colors and design a bit in order to make it look like Captain America. It was such a fun gift for Jude's 6th birthday. He told me, "This is the best thing you ever sewed!" High praise from my little boy.
Jude actually made off pretty well this birthday- going to see Captain America Civil War with the family and friends, gifted a soft baseball set (softball has been all the rage over here- Cate is even joining a church league, and Gideon and Grace show up and play at all the practices; Rockies are on whenever there is a game), and, something I'm rather proud of, a Newsies costume. I put together the individual pieces on Amazon and hoped for the best when they all arrived- it came out pretty well, if I do say so myself.
I have to tell you, I love five and six year old boys. I told Cate, Grace, and Evie to not be offended; it's not that I didn't enjoy that stage with them, but there's just something pretty special and fun about little boys at that age. At least, my two little boys so far. So fun, so funny, so tough, so sweet, so smart. What age do I not enjoy my kids, actually? Every year that goes by is better than the last. I got pretty bogged down in the toddler years, especially when I had multiple toddlers at once. I began to think I would never see the light of day and I would be stuck in two year old logic forever. Ben would walk in the door at night and I would cling to him, begging him to just talk to me in an adult voice. Then, one day I blinked and those toddlers were gone and in their place were the most wonderful people, and friends. Looking into the future isn't scary- it's exciting and I can't wait to see what it'll bring. I thought I would feel sadder about my kids growing up. I had no idea I would feel so much joy.
***I promise there are no more birthdays until August. Worn out? Yeah, me too.***