There's No Place Like Gnome

G, in his infinite wisdom, decided that we needed our very own garden gnome. And to make sure that the gnome, named Winklebottom, made it home safely from the store, the gnome took a ride in Bug's carseat. Bug was at school at the time, so she wasn't displaced.

Then there was research to determine the proper placement of said garden gnome. He currently lives under a rose bush in our backyard.

Bug thinks he's quite fabulous and regularly asks to go outside to see Winklebottom. They have bonded. Last week, she made sure to introduce him to the gardener.

In other news, there really isn't much to report. I am making more of an effort to knit these days and just completed my first decrease section of my Clapotis, which is by far the largest thing I have ever knit. After that, it will be back to small projects.

And while I am obsessed with the Olympics, I am more obsessed with slee p, so I have been watching things well after they air in their first run live for the east coast, tape delayed for the west coast showings on NBC.

And I'm already going through withdrawal from So You Think You Can Dance. At least we still have Project Runway.