My kids are growing up. At 5, 3, and nearly 1, I’m not sure I can call them all beebas much longrr. Sure, the youngest, for a while yet, but my older 2? Maybe not so much.
My oldest its ferrying his very own spinning wheel at the joint birthday party we are having for the kids. He saved 50 dollars of the cost himself. His ain’t and grandma are splitting the rest of the cost, and yes, that’s right, my 5 year old will have his own spinning wheel.
I bought him some corrieadale roving to spin, it will come with the wheel, and the wheel also comes with 4 ounces of fiber too. I plan to have a dying day with him and my mother when she comes next week… He won’t know till the party that some of the fiber will be for him.
He has spun on my wheel before, and I can’t wait to see what he does on his own.
My 3 year old its knitting. She has wanted to try since her brother tried last year, so the day before her birthday, I took her, and got her some yarn. We made a set of needles, and guess what? She can knit. She comprehends the motions and the steps, and she can make knit stitches, on her own. No hands from me.
