Saturday was great. Mr. Celia's nephew and his wife had a baby shower to attend in the Bay Area. No kids allowed. So they left the boys with us. Bwa-ha-ha! I got those boys all to myself. It was time for some serious spoiling.
You will never guess how I spoilt them first. Never in a million years. We went...yarn shopping! Yes, they really wanted to go. These are boys who knit. We have been knitting together, every chance we get (which isn't that often), for about a year and a half. And their mom tells me that they sometimes knit while she reads to them. But they've been using acrylic yarn. I wanted to buy them some "real" yarn, because I was convinced that they'd like knitting even more if they had good yarn. We went to Article Pract to see what we could find.
Oh baby, we found so much tempting yarn. We started filling a basket with the "possibilities". Ricky was ready to go for some lovely cashmere...until he saw the price tag. I steered them towards the Malabrigo (which, IMHO is one of the best buys going and a great first-project yarn). We fondled it for a while, marveling at its softness and the wonderful selection of colors the shop has right now. Finally, we settled on a budget and the boys figured out how to stay within it. We also found buttons that said:
Well, they each had to have one of those, too (also available at yarnboy.com). For me? Lantern Moon needles, size 5.
After Article Pract, we stopped in at Bake Sale Betty's, where I bought the boys their first scones. Really, their first. They knew about them, from reading Brian Jaques' Redwall series, but they'd never had one. Well stocked, we headed home for a snack.
As if that wasn't enough excitement for one day, we headed out to the UC Berkeley campus for a little exploring. I wanted to take them here:
(Check out that ). It's Sather Tower, aka the Campanile, and we went all the way to the top.
You can see a lot from up there.
(Photography by the boys)
The football stadium filled with people.
(Final score: Cal 42, Portland State 16. Go Bears!)
The Golden Gate Bridge.
And then there's the carillon.
And, of course, crazy Aunt Cici.
What goes up, must eventually come down (and pose for the obligatory photo).
But, wait, there's more...
Mad Malabrigohead (aka Billy) could hardly wait to use my ball winder and swift.
Wow, look at that great yarn!