Great. Now I can't ever give Vala a bath. She will be seventeen, with long greasy dreadlocks to the ground, and asking me, "Ma, why can't I bathe? Everybody at school does!" and I will have to shake my head sadly and say, "Yes, but not everybody at school was held by the Yarn Harlot! As an infant! The Harlot!"
Okay, seriously, I had a great time finally seeing the great Stephanie Pearl McPhee in the flesh. She is absolutely hysterical. Like, stand up comic funny. Stories I already knew from the blog took on new life, some complete with Jamaican accents. I of course totally flaked at the book signing, unable to put two words together to make actual conversation. Vala talked more than I did. Of course, that was satisfying, watching my smiley baby charm everybody there. And I met her! The Yarn Harlot! She signed my books! I love her! Aaaaagh!
It's okay, I'm all right now. Just let me go collapse in the corner in a little sweaty ball 'til I regain my composure.
Until then, enjoy some photos.
Don't you mess with this girl's umbrella.
That's better. See? Can't we all just get along?
Oh my god. There goes any doubt that these are his children....
And finally, here is how my son leaves a restroom. Potty seat, stool, and Scientific American.
