What did you do yesterday?
Yesterday, I made him a pb&j. He ate about three bites, then decided to squeeze the jam out onto the kitchen table and drive his bus through it. He covered himself and most of the kitchen in jam before I managed to get it away from him. So, I put him in the tub. He was content in there, playing with his tub toys, so I decided to take the opportunity to heat up some lunch. He was out of sight range, but I could hear him happily yelling and splashing in there so I would've known if he'd started drowning (the kitchen is right across the hall from the bathroom). I was gone for about five minutes, and when I went back in, I discovered that he'd grabbed two new rolls of toilet paper out of the basket on top of the toilet and put them in the tub.
Yup. Picture an entire bathtub full of papier mache, with your kid in the middle of it.
Toilet paper dissolves like crazy when it hits the water. I suppose this is a good thing in the sewer pipes, but not so good when you have to clean it out of your tub. I spent the next 15 minutes pulling soggy clumps of paper out of the tub drain so the water would keep going down, until I couldn't take it any more. It took most of the rest of the afternoon and evening, but eventually the water all drained out and I could scoop the remaining sludge out of the empty tub. So gross.
Owen's at the stage right now where he's either making a mess, destroying something, tormenting his sister, or following me around the house crying because I'm not letting him do one or all of the above. It's enough to drive me to drink. This morning we went to the zoo and had a delightful time because I let him go wherever he wanted, do whatever he wanted (as long as he wasn't a harm to himself, zoo property/animals, or others) and his sister wasn't around. He's great as long as he gets exactly what he wants when he wants it. If not - watch out! I'm about ready to sell him on Ebay.
I got a lovely package from my Secret Pal (SP10) which helped make up for it. She sent me this on May 11 for my 3/4 birthday. Isn't that the best idea?
This is the most yummy-smelling soap from The Alchemic Dragon. I have the best SP!
Even amidst all this chaos, I've found time to do a little bit of knitting. I finished my first Knee High to a Grasshopper sock (the short version), and I'm well into the foot on the other.
Here's the close-up:
I love this yarn! And you'd think I'd be sick of the pattern by now - this is the fourth pair I've knit from it, but there's something about (p2tog, yo) that is nice and rhythmic and relaxing. Plus it flies like the wind once you get past the stockinette of the foot.
I also got a huge pile of swatches out the door yesterday. I meant to take a picture, but I was too focused on getting them in the mail before I missed the mailman. Here's a little taste of what I do all day (and can't blog about):
That's Socks That Rock, can't find the ballband to tell you the colorway, but it is GORGEOUS. Any guesses as to what the swatch is for? A sock, perhaps?
Now it's time to try to get the Boy to bed. I like it so much better when this happens:
There's nothing better than sitting on the couch, knitting away, and feeling a little head slump onto your shoulder. It's so much more pleasant than the screaming and carrying on that accompanies our normal bedtimes. I can't wait for the terrible twos to be over. I keep reminding myself that this, too, will pass...