our family friend ted is a grandpa now. that seems a little off-kilter to me but i'm dealing with it.
my dad and i conspired to make a sweater for the new baby. i showed him the pattern and said "you have to do something."
"okay," my dad said.
"buy the stuff for this," i said, "and i'll make it."
"okay," my dad said.
we went to the yarn store and my dad chose the yarn. it took a couple of tries for him to find what he wanted. he rebuffed a few suggestions. but here we are.
as i packed up the sweater to take to ted this morning, ben sent it off with the thoughtful and heartfelt: "tell him to give it back eventually."
i didn't tell ted to do that.
the little letterpressed tag says "sweater" -- or at least is the hebrew transliteration of the english word "sweater".
i think ted's son, the father of this baby (i don't believe i've been face to face with this individual since maybe 1982 or something, at which point he was still in single digits), is a bit of a hippie, so this seemed like the right kind of garment to make. the baby's name is beren, and once he fits into this next year, maybe we'll get pictures!