Bulls on Parade

I recently started knitting a pair of cotton baby britches (pants, to those who want to use the more modern term). They are navy blue with a pink monster face on the bum and soon-to-be pink striped legs. I am knitting the rise right now and I got about 75% finished before I realized I have no idea how high the rise should be! I know two things about baby clothes and sizes: One, the sizes correspond to age, even though babies grow at totally different rates; and two, the same size in two different brands can differ dramatically. I have a 3 month jumper onesie thing (I don't even know the right terminology, d'oh!) and a 12 month jumper onesie thing and when I hold them up back to back, the 12 month jumper thing is maybe 1/4 inch wider. No way that size is right.

Anyway, back to the pants, I don't know how high to make the rise so I hit a bit of an impass. Too short and little Evelyn will be sporting the plumbers crack, too long and she'll look like a thug. The world is a very mysterious place. Once I figure it all out and finish the legs I'll post a pic. I hope they turn out. It was a good idea I had in theory, but most of my good ideas don't translate so well in the execution.

I should have taken my knitting project with my to Jon's mom's house for the Independence Day weekend. We went up to her house in Greeley because Greeley has the largest July 4th celebration in the country, which I imagine means it's the largest in the world. There are 12 days of celebrations, parades, concerts, rodeos, and more. We only went to the parade, but it was pretty cool. Parades aren't my favorite activity, but Carol and her sister had reserved a spot on the street with a blanket six days earlier. It was shady, we all had folding chairs, there was no crowding around us. Pretty sweet deal. The coolest part of the parade was a loooong, well, parade of long-horned bulls. There were probably 50 enormous, un-harnessed, un-corraled, un-controlled bulls just walking down the street. They took up an entire city block. There were two cowboys in front of the pack and three in the back. But no one in the middle, or on the sides, or anywhere else. I was literally two feet away from these animals. It was quite impressive. They just walked down the street, sometimes bumping into each other and getting a little upset, but nothing bad happened. It was crazy. I think Jon took some pictures so I'll try to post them once he gets the disk from the photo shop.

The rest of the weekend was nice with a barbeque and watermelon and naps. I ended up staying at Carol's an extra day just to bask in her air conditioned house. It was an opressively hot weekend, hitting 100 on July 4th and 96 the next day. Ugh. I was so happy to be in a/c.

And I learned something about my soon-to-be-born child: watermelon makes her kick the living daylights out of my insides. Two days in a row I ate watermelon, and two days in a row she had a whole Rockette performance going on inside. Jon got to feel some of the biggest kicks yet, so that was pretty cool, but it wasn't so comfortable for me! No more watermelon, I guess!