Problem: I don't have much time to knit any more. But, I really want to finish Rachel's mittens. Usually I have a little time at the end of the day to work on a project, but when your Knitting Hour collides with Baby's Angry Hour (read: 2-3 hours) something has to give and it's always the knitting.
Solution: Thank goodness Henry likes my fleece pouch. Thank goodness it's so simple to use a sleep deprived mom can use it!
Forgive my sullen immigrant expression. I resemble my great-grandmother who was an immigrant and she never looked so sullen. Really, I was simply intent on getting the greatest quantity knit while the baby was content (Commando Knitting). I'm sure that's why our ancestors looked like that in the old photos. They had many more babies and much more to do. My particular ancestors had to do it on a diet of cabbage and corned beef on top of it, too. I pity those moms! I bet they had to knit while standing over a wood burning stove and frying bacon--and no fleece pouch for the babes. Times have sure changed.