It's hard being two

It's also hard being the mother of a two year old. Geez Louise. I did not think that Billy was going to stop fussing last night. Well, he did once I gave him the chapstick he wanted. Which made hubby unhappy. He's all about setting limits, but not about helping our kid who doesn't understand limits deal with being denied. I thought we were in for it putting him to bed because he wanted to wear his Elmo shoes over his pjs, but he went to bed without a whimper and I plopped my butt on the couch and knitted away the frustrations of being unable to communicate with the boy.

I made lots of progress while the Devils got whupped and Hubby flipped channels. See. Just a few more rows until I hit the raglan shaping. I brought the left front with me to make sure I keep them the same length. Of course, last night I compared all the pieces before I went to bed and realized that the ribbing on the fronts and sleeve is 2 rows longer than the ribbing on the back. Oh well. I'll fake it the best I can when I seam him up. I've really enjoyed this project. It's quick and mindless, but the challenge of making it up as I go along has kept it from being boring.