Hoot Family

Saturday, December 31, 2011

A photo a day - Day One

A few of us are going to attempt it. Chances are there will only be a few left by the end of the week, even less by the end of the month, and one, maybe two by the end of the year but hey, we will have fun trying anyway ;)

I found this little guy in the back yard, down near the shed,

Friday, December 30, 2011

A new family member

Say Hi to Fluffy Jo!

Fluffy Jo (or The Brabbitt as the oldest child calls her) came to us at Christmas time. She is Alex's pet, which of course means that Daddy and I feed/water/clean up/look after her, but we are working on that ;) She lives in her hutch, but also likes spending time inside on the couch and snuggling into peoples necks but not when Charlie the Cat is inside (yeah, we are working on that too).

Alex was very excited when she arrived last Sunday, a plan very well executed by Hubby and I as he had no idea despite secret dawn trips, borrowing work vans to move the hutch from one side of town to Dad's work for sealing then back our house via X-trail and ocky-straps for hiding before the big day. Even Jess was impressed that we had managed to keep it all a secret! I was just glad we managed not to loose the hutch out of the back of my car!

And a special thankyou to Max and Mason for plotting a scheme that would get Alex's room clean which would mean that he could get a rabbit, even if Alex's Mum and their Mum probably wouldn't have been able to be distracted long enough for it to be carried out ;)

Monday, December 19, 2011

A Knitter's Night Before Christmas

Not mine, but still awesome lol!

A Knitter's Night before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'cause the heels and toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
and the sweater for him was six inches too small.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needlesto see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
tripped over my yarn and fell with a crash.

The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both Dad and the boys.

And although I was tired, my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick!
What I heard then left me somewhat perplexed-ed,
for not a name I heard was what I expected.

"Move Ashford; move Lopi; move Addie & Clover;
move Reynolds; move Starmore; and Noro - move over!"
"Paton, don't circle round, stay in the line.
Come now, you sheep, you'll work out just fine!

I know this is hard being just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer.
I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a 'grazing.

And then, in a twinkle, I heard at my door
Santa's coming across the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
and as I turned round, Saint Nick I did meet.

He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toes
and his cloths were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in a aran knit sack.

His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
a beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf round his neck could have streached for a mile,
and the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.

The backs of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
and suddenly on one I spied a small label.
SC was the duplicate stitch on the cuff,
and I asked "Hay Nick, did you knit all this stuff?

He poudly replied "Ho-ho-ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when Iwas a kid."
He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
and I laughed to myself for I'd thought of a plan.

I flashed him a grin and jumped in the air,
the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.
He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.

He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
for the first time Ithought I might really get through.
He put heels on the stockings and toes on some socks
while I sat back drinking scotch on the rocks!!

So quickly, like magic his needles they flew,
that he was all finished byquarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
and over his shoulder he looked back at me.

And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start your knitting some time around June!"