Herp 'n' Knit

Sulcata chomp!

Sulcata tortoises are such chompers -- watching them eat is so much fun! :) The sound in the background is my son little E. commenting -- among the babbling is "baby munch", "turtles", and "please".

Why I have not had time to knit.

Besides the horrendous cold which has now migrated to my head, I have been busy with this:

Yes, my little tadpole is starting his potty training. All he does so far is just sit. He finds it all incredibly amusing.

The other activity he seems to enjoy when he is tired is trying to kick his sister out of the bumbo chair:

Although all was once again quiet last night after the kids fell asleep, I was too exhausted to do anything that required mental effort, so ended up watching TV. 

On positive knitting news, I just found out today that my local knitting store has a free knit night on every last Thursday of the month, so that's where I'm headed tonight!

Bio warfare

I don't understand why governments spend billions of dollars developing biological weapons, when all they would have to do is put a bunch of toddlers in day care in the desired area. A nice friendly way of attacking your enemies -- have some cute toddlers running around hugging people, spreading their antibiotic-resistant germs.

Little E. has had a pretty much continuous cold/ear infection since July, when he started day care. Miss C. has only been in day care for 3 days, and she has already brought home a nasty virus which knocked me out all weekend. So, I apologize for getting lazy with blogging, but between making it through my first week back at work, and dealing with two sick kids, I am happy I still have some semblance of sanity left.

On more happy news, I am now part of SP8 (for the non-knitting folks, this is a Secret Pal exchange where you send yarn and other goodies to your pal and try to figure out who is spoiling you :) ) and am very excited! I am enjoying stalking my SP -- hee hee, this is the only time you can stalk someone without feeling creepy about it. I cannot wait to put together her first package.

Does something smell fishy around here?

Today's visit to our local aquarium was punctuated with my son's yells of "fishy, fishy" and squeals of excitement brought on by the stingray feeding (they let you feed them yourself). I especially like the piranhas in the second picture -- they are cute in a grumpy-I'm-going-to-bite-your-finger-off sort of way.

In knitting news, I completed hat #1 for the Children's Hospital Boston last night. I'm not sure if hats #2+ are going to come to fruition, simply because I do not really enjoy knitting with Bernat Boa (Lovebird is the colorway I used). However, it was a quick knit and it's certainly going to a good cause. It looks sort of square in the picture but actually looks pretty cute on.

Other than that, I spent some time reorganizing little E.'s closet -- he seems to be growing out of everything and I just bought him a batch of new shirts. I am posting a picture so I can remember that yes, indeed, while all tends towards greater entropy, this trend may, if only for a short time, be reversed.

 

My brain on toddlers

"Did you see a runaway ball of yarn? It's Weenie's favorite toy."

-Oswald the Octopus

It was exciting to see some (vaguely) knitting-related content on Oswald this morning, where Oswald and his dog Weenie go on a mad chase after Weenie's prized toy ball of yarn. I understand the feeling, since I have experience with my own cats and kids running off with parts of my yarn stash. Noggin (kids channel) is pretty much all the TV I am watching lately, with little E. being sick and me working at home, that it was enough to make me happy and actually interested in watching, which I'm finding kind of scary.

Little E. isn't himself, but at least he had a good time playing with his bath toys. He is currently on his third round of antibiotics trying to fight a nasty ear infection -- hoping this one does the trick.

Oh, they are so innocent...

until they reach age 2 and metamorphose into mischievous little sprites.

But, I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

And a little quote that I've been thinking about today,

"A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove...but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child."
-Forest E. Witcraft

This is what I try to remember when my 2 year old little E. spits chocolate milk all over the living room couch.