My Little Gnome

Last February, I found a pattern for the perfect gnome hat for my little babe. However, last February was last February. I was still very postpartum with a still very newborn. There was little time for knitting. I am not quite sure how I even had time to find the pattern.

But I wanted that hat for my babe. I wanted him to have it right then.

My mom, infatuated with her newest grandson, took on the responsibility of making sure the babe wore that hat. Late one Friday night, she took to her bedroom with her knitting needles. A few hours later, one hat was ready for my babe.

It didn't matter that Lane's tiny head almost drowned in the hat. Papa and I just wanted to eat him up when he would wear it.

My little Lane didn't lack for hats. His Mom mom spent the months leading up to his birth knitting hats. The collection even included a hat she made for her own son 26 years earlier.

I placed the gnome hat away in the closet with hopes Lane could wear it this winter.


The recent cool weather brought on the need for a hat. I had a problem though. This summer, Lane started pulling his hats right off of his head.

And then Friday, I found the red Fair Isle hat Lane wore on Saturday. Lane left it on his head all day.

Elated, I pulled out the gnome hat this afternoon.

Luckily, it fits perfect this year.

I placed it on his head while we soaked up some sun and enjoyed our afternoon snack in the front yard.

My little gnome enjoyed wearing it while exploring fall's bounty of dried leaves, pine straw and acorns.

Well, he enjoyed wearing it for a little while.
And that just makes me want to smile.