A visit to the attic boxes for a little wardrobe sizing-up for Mr. Harper Pie, led to the discovery of this hat I knit for Calvin (when he was my littlest guy). (Pattern notes on Ravelry.) As always with such sentimental hand-me-downs, it makes me think. About what each of their faces looked like under it. About how very different and unique each of their personalities are (truly! how is it possible?).
But also? How some things never change - first baby or fourth. Like:
- walking outside is a whole other skill than walking inside (but hands help),
- there is no end to the fascination and amusement that a simple stick can provide,
- babies love ripping off hats,
- and Mama loves making them.