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One thing that you may have gathered about my eldest (and myself) is that we prefer to lead lives bedecked in minimal clothing. It’s not that we’re exhibitionists, per se, but rather that we favor life uninhibited by the restraints of clothing.

Totally. Logical.

What’s also totally logical is that despite knowing this fact about my preschooler, I chose to devote the past few weeks of my life knitting her a sweater jacket. A sweater jacket that causes her to run screaming in the opposite direction, bare buns a visible sign of her protestations.

Le sigh.

I couldn’t resist the pattern. And I can only hope that Courtland shares her father’s more modest approach to life and adherence to societal standards of dress and decorum.

I managed to bribe Sunny into wearing it for a photo shoot to document and justify the marathon episodes of Private Practice and the not sleeping when the children were sleeping through the use of bubbles.

I even convinced her to wear said sweater up to school post-photo shoot. Of course, we received a phone call from school at 4pm that day informing us that she had just puked all over the classroom…

I’m not going to pretend like my immediate reaction wasn’t, “OH SHIT! THE SWEATER! FFFFFFFF!”

This was of course followed by concern for the sick child. Especially after learning that the sweater was safe and vomit-free (Namely because it had been removed from Addison’s person the moment she entered the classroom that morning. Damn it!)

So now our home is shrouded in beach towels and I’ve been tracking Sunny’s every move with an enormous mop bucket because the kid refuses to just lie down and be sick. No! She’s all filled with energy and pep, only pausing to dispose of her stomach bile every now and again before resuming play.

Man, I’d kill for the reserves of a 2-year old. Kid’s a freaking rock star. A rock star in a sweater jacket.

You can find details about the sweater and the link to the pattern in my Ravelry projects here.

Photos: Courtesy of Ashley Weeks Cart