Little Lake enjoying music, walking and raising funds for programs and services for the Schizophrenia Society.  We had many walkers out for the event, most with two legs some with four....we'll get you there next year Bandit!  And even Ronnie Hawkins and his family suprised us with an appearance to recieve a plaque in honour of their past and continuing support.
Thank you so much to all those that contributed financially as Len and Caleb's sponsors.  Your contributions are gratefully appreciated.  Some people have asked if they are still able to make donations so here is the link to the main website where you can look for Len and Caleb's page to sponsor them for a least the next couple of weeks.

As a knitter, and as a mom, in general, I've always had the idea that homemade is better. I even managed to fall into making homemade babyfood for Caleb, despite how ridiculous it sounded to Jamie and I when someone first recommended it.  The whole idea of hand knit baby items has a certain nostalgia to it, certain pride and ownership goes into each item, and usually they are kept to hand down to the next child. We get these ideas that a handknit "blankie" is certainly better than any Wal-Mart mass market blanket.  Caleb would certainly agree.

Well, that is until Tuesday night......when "woobie" turned on him. You see, Caleb has a beloved blankie. It's a massive baby blue crochet blanket that a friend's wife made for Caleb. We call it "woobie". (I forget why.)  He absolutely adores it, he can't go to bed without it, nor leave it behind in the crib after he gets up.  The length, and big holes make it fabulous for cuddling with but it is also his favorite plaything. 

The other night though, we had settled him into bed. He cried a bit, then eventually fell asleep. That is until the phone rang around 8:30, waking him up.There was a problem at the office and I had to go back to work. When I got back, I checked in with Len, and he told me Caleb cried for a bit, then fell back asleep, but he had woken again a bit later, cried, then went back to sleep. I tried settling into my evening again, but again Caleb woke up. This was very unlike him, so Len went in to check on him, make sure his bum was dry and I hear, "Al, come quick I need help." So I brace myself for the inevitable, assuming that he's sick, only to find Len attempting to hold Caleb and wrestle "woobie". Somehow, in his sleep, Caleb and put his chubby, big toe through one of the holes, wound it tight, and it was cutting off his circulation.  So with Caleb wailing and no way of detangling it from his now purple toe, "woobie" had to be cut off.  After, the couple seconds of drama, a quick fix with a crochet hook, we were able to calm both Caleb and "woobie" down.  We had to laugh though, as "woobie" lay on the floor for the reconstruction, Caleb kept pointing at it and babbling quite accusingly.

I am happy to report that "woobie" has since apologized, they have cuddled and made up. But take this as a warning to knitters everywhere....never turn your back on your knitting, it may attack when you least expect it!