Firsts

There have been a lot of firsts at our house in the last few days.

Our gang of animals grew by two this weekend. T-Rexy and Stegy are Charlie’s first pets of his very own.

The first man to walk on the moon died. In 2000, Neil Armstrong, for all his accomplishments, described himself thusly: “I am, and will ever be, a white-socks, pocket protector, nerdy engineer, born under the second law of thermodynamics, steeped in steam tables, in love with free-body diagrams, transformed by Laplace and propelled by compressible flow.”

His family released a statement on his death. It says things better than I could: “For those who may ask what they can do to honor Neil, we have a simple request. Honor his example of service, accomplishment and modesty, and the next time you walk outside on a clear night and see the moon smiling down at you, think of Neil Armstrong and give him a wink.”

If any of you are interested in reading more about the Apollo missions, I suggest Andrew Chaikin’s A Man on the Moon. One of the best books I’ve ever read.

Yesterday was Charlie’s first day of first grade. He’s grown so much in the last year. Charlie was excited to see how much taller he’s gotten.

Yes, The Scientist wore the same shirt on purpose.

I knit my first swatch.

And by first I mean my 61^st swatch. Only 30 more to go. Excuse me while I go die inside a little.

Dear Scientist, please make me get off my computer and knit unless I have a good reason to be on it. Also, make me knit and watch movies every single night until this project is done.