Broccoli!  It's my only producing plant and it's still too small to eat.I've resolved to have those babies and mamas over for Franklin's birthday. Invitations are made. They get distributed tomorrow. Other plans:
Decorations: I've got two banners made, and a streamer. I might change the streamer into a mobile. Balloons could be had.
Activities: well, they're babies. Maybe Partner can get his guitar out and have a little sing-song. Otherwise, it's play for them, chat for us adults.
Catering: cupcakes and tea and coffee. I can't get over how much the British love their tea. The big baby group we go to lasts for an hour and a half, and tea is offered half-way through. You should hear the sighs of relief when they pass out the mugs. Personally I think most tea tastes like really minerally water. Hot.
I've specified "no gifts please" on the invitations, because this kid has a lot of stuff. And we think a party should be about fun and cake, not about presents.
I finished knitting those pesky socks.  The yarn is from a cardigan I bought at a charity shop.  I wore it for a while, then decided it just wasn't me, so I unravelled some of it to knit socks.  There's a lot of yarn left to unravel.  Don't tell anyone, but the right one is about half an inch shorter than  the left.  Apparently two socks can be knitted simultaneously on a  circular needle, to prevent this sort of inconvenience;  I think I might  try this next time.  





