I'm nearly done with the knee-high socks that go with the LPT and hope to wash them tonight before bed to see what they do. I have the same yarn in a different color for Baby Oliver and I think I'm going to use the skein I have to try a large swatch that would basically redesign the entire front of the sweater in a gauge half that mentioned in the original pattern.
Ben has been asking for aNOTHer sweater every few hours for the last two days. I've tried to explain that I ordered a pattern . . . but he has no clue what I'm talking about. It's tough to be four. Is anyone else going through this? Ben and Milo are in the calendar discovery stage of four. This is the period where a four-year old asks you all the friggin' time what time it is, what day it is, and "What does that mean?" and trust me, you suck as a Mom if you don't try to answer these questions earnestly. They're not trying to drive you to Xanax, they're just trying to figure out "Que es la SUNDAY?" and why does anyone care what time it is?
It's tough on your nerves when any four-year-old goes through this. It may drive me to drink going through this times two. Just as I've gotten one of them satisfied, the other comes in the room and the questions start all over. There's no recall yet because they don't get any of it yet. We only entered this phase a week ago. So it's like trying to teach calendar skills to Dori of Finding Nemo fame.
I just had to get that out there. And in case you were wondering, "It's Sunday, that's the first day of the week, it's the Sabbath, and the day we go to church, it's 5:35, that means it's at least another hour until dinner time and hey I think I just heard your brother come home! Why don't you ask him to take you to NickJr.com?"
I get to go out tonight. Jill is having an Oscar party (I may have twisted her arm a bit) so we can go look at the pretty dresses. I really don't care who wins. I haven't seen any of the movies nominated. I just like the red carpet bit. I'll bring my knitting and go enjoy girl time.
Wish me luck! Tomorrow I have to go register the truck and convince them that I didn't know that I was supposed to register it last April when we first moved to the state. Heh.
Oh how cool is this? Remember a month ago I taught that lesson on food storage in Sunday school? Well, we'd been averaging very small but steady participation in the two previous food orders I did. Today I sent around March's order and we more than tripled those amounts. We even still have one more week to go before I start hitting people up for money! I'm so excited!
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I think it wants to become two matching Aran sweaters, but I'm waiting until I get the pattern in the mail to be sure. The yarn was originally purchased to make an aran sweater for Chris (hence half an acre of cotton), but I've since come to accept that Chris doesn't wear sweaters. Ever. Sweatshirts? Yes. Sweaters? No. Ben on the other hand is on day four-in-a-row of wearing his sweater and cries when I make him take it off for jammies. In fact, he stomped into the kitchen today and said, "WHEN will my BLUE sweater be done?" (I tried to explain, but this led to another round of Calendar Concepts Bingo.)
Hay, how are the poptarts?
AK, I just wanted to let you know I've so enjoyed your recent blogging surge. I don't comment much b/c I don't know squat about knitting or crocheting (I'm still basking in the glow of the Christmas lap throw I made for Gram and finally finished on the way to NM in JUNE last year...) But you make me smile, and you remind me that it's going to be normal again one day. Canning, knitting, cooking, cleaning, the kids' activities, and time with Zorak - it will come, and it will be, well, just as hectic as this time is, but a little richer, a little warmer. I'm glad. And you do make me smile.
Dy
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