I am deeply pleased and proud that I persevered with knitting socks. I got the idea years ago, got nice green yarn and double-pointed needles, a good tutorial, and sank beneath the waves of confusion and tiny stitches that never seemed to make the sock bigger.
I got myself a live mentor (thanks, Christy! hasta la vista, youtube) and started over with a new pattern for Ben. His favorite color is green and his feet were cold back in January when I started up the socks for him. He does really like the socks, but now that the weather is warming, I just hope the extra inch will be enough to keep him in these socks next winter. If not, they will go into the box of special clothes to wait for Phoebe.
Now I want to get sock yarn for Genevieve. My vision for knitting has enlarged enough for socks for my family, possibly a baby sweater, but nothing bigger than that. Knitting is still too slow and I have too few minutes of sit-down-and-knit to satisfy my desire for results.