Archive for December, 2006
I had a blog at a different site but decided I needed one exclusively for my knitting habit. Right now I’m working on something for myself for the first time. Frankly, it’s cold here in CO and my hands are freezing so I’m making “Fetching” from Knitty. It’s my first time with cables. You know you are a complete knitting geek when the thought of attempting cables for the first time is as exciting as Christmas morning was as a kid. Heh.
It’s hard to tell from that picture but we are completely snowed in. Our city streets are actually closed to all but emergency traffic until further notice. Heh. It’s even worse this morning since it didn’t stop snowing all night. At one point yesterday I couldn’t even see my neighbor’s house.
L thinks this is really fun. Ah the good old days.
Ease of use. It’s now J’s favorite toy. To put his pacifier in.
L has just recently decided that she needs to help around the house. It was very sudden. (Unless you count the thousands of parental requests for help over the past 2 years.) The funny part is, she will only do it if she considers it a special job. So she will take the milk jug out to the milk box, feed the dog, and clear the table. Cleaning up her toys is apparently NOT a special job as she has told me on many occasions.
I subscribe to the Clubmom newsletter and they put your child’s name in the subject header. I recently received a letter for J that said, “Is J coloring in the lines yet?” My response is, “Is J still eating the crayons?”
Got home today from a picnic at the mall. Yes a picnic at the mall. Smelled something awful from L’s room as the dog made a beeline for the back door. Upon further inspection I discovered that Chloe had pooped in her room. Apparently it is true what they say about dogs not soiling where they sleep, although where others sleep seems to be fair game. Of course, L is about the biggest wimp when it comes to nasty smells. She gags when I change J’s diaper if she just thinks it might be poopy. So now, after I assured her several times that it would go away, she periodically peeks in her room and wretches. And we just got her sleeping in there again. Sheesh.