And then there are days like today...

Sometimes there are days when knitting just works.

Everything magically clicks into place and knitting is the relaxing hobby it is meant to be. The yarn is beautiful. The colors are deep and mesmerizing. You've saved this yarn for two years before finding the PERFECT pattern to knit with it. After two years one wonders if the yarn is really that good. Can it live up to the hype? And let me assure you it does. It effortlessly flows through you hands. The colors, oh the colors. I love to watch them appear and change before my eyes. And the pattern. The pattern is challenging enough to hold your interest but not so taxing it makes you want to pull your hair out. As you knit a sock magically appears before your eyes. You get to take pleasure in the process of creating. The children are even behaving as you knit. Everything is as it should be.

Until you realize that will all the mesmerizing and waxing poetic about knitting you missed this.

Did you see that right there? Let me circle it for you.

A dropped stitch.

Sometimes there are days when knitting just doesn't seem worth it.

The more things change the more they stay the same.

Behold the dreaded "Potty Chair"

How I hate the potty chair. But seeing as how Sweet Pea has taken to removing her diaper when she poops without telling anyone, and I'm so very tired of having her sit on my lap with a poopy butt resulting in a rousing game of "find all the other places Sweet Pea has sat" I think it is time.

I know I've already said it, but I feel so strongly about this I'm going to say it again. I HATE the potty chair. Just something about cleaning it out gets to me. I managed to train Bird directly on the real potty just to avoid cleaning the potty chair. But Sweet Pea is so very small I know she won't feel comfortable on the big potty just yet.

I hate the potty chair.

As she wandered around last night all nuddie booty I was struck by just how slim she has become. How tall and lean her body is getting. She seems to be skipping the toddler phase and moving right into a little girl's body.

It seemed just yesterday I was wandering around unable to take a shower because she needed to be cuddled every minute of every day.

And now I wander around unable to take a shower because if I leave her unattended for a single second she paints the tile with nail polish, or gives herself a tribal tattoo with a sharpie.

*sigh* As I type this she just tried to wander into the living room with a stolen pen. How is it I can never find a pen or a sharpie when I need one, but she seems to know where they all are?

My baby is growing. It makes me wistful and sad. What a shame I can't talk The Greatest into giving her a baby brother. I've already used my "just one more" card. He isn't going to fall for that line again. I guess I'd better prepare to move on to the next stage of life. Can anyone tell me what the next stage is?