Knitting for Baby has arrived, and I like it very much. Don't let the "instructional" tone of the cover put you off it; it's not full of "OMG, I'm SCARED of that technique!" patterns. (And WTF is up with that anyway? It's KNITTING, not surgery - the patient doesn't die if you fuck it up and you get infinite do-overs.)
And as somebody who does something involving intarsia every ten years, I don't mind the efficient technique tutorials to refresh my memory. Cute patterns, though this child will not be wearing cashmere, because I love my son and future daughter-in-law too much. Help me out here - Future Daughter In Law - FDIL - sounds like a particularly obscure and boring federal agency. I'm tempted to call her Babymama, but I'm afraid it sounds too flippant and casual about their relationship. I knew Boy had found the one who made him happy two years ago when I met her and heard in his voice and saw how happy he was with her. This lovely girl needs a blog nickname, but I haven't come up with it yet. ANYWAY...I digress.
Knitting for Baby looks great, and full of the sort of basic, classic baby gear I had in mind, and yay for Crazy Aunt Purl for turning me on to it. The cashmere baby blanket is gorgeous, but I will find a way to re-create it in something machine washable, because cashmere and baby emissions should never mix.
And, though I had Vowed to Not Buy More Books, yes, I am weak. Celia Rivenbark's latest threw itself into my online cart. And don't bother telling me I could get it from the library, because our county library system serves almost half a million people (not counting loans to other systems) and will probably buy 2 copies of this book. I'd like to read it before next summer, and Girlchild is also a big Celia Rivenbark fan, so we will get mileage out of it. (If you've never read her and enjoy snarky Southern humor, she's awesome.) If you have an awesome library, go hug a librarian. My county system drives me to Barnes and Noble and Amazon.
Murphy is still fine, but would like the world to know that his new diet sucks, because he's not allowed to indulge in bites of rich cheeses and Mommy's leftovers anymore.