…but I couldn’t resist acquiring a lovely knit hat for Schnickelfritz. Much too warm right now for her to wear it, but dang it, she’ll be cute this fall and winter.
Only thing I can see to do would be to anchor some ribbon straps so she can’t rip it off her head so quickly. For some reason, the speed of which she rips a hat off her head is directly proportional to the amount of enjoyment I derive upon seeing her in a hat.
Why *is* that?
Suddenly, I have a desire to wear a straw cowboy hat, ala Kenny Chesney.
Also. I want a mojito. And I want to sit on a beach somewhere. Neither of which have anything to do with an infant-sized knit hat.
