Sunday, May 27, 2018

Telling Bad Stories

Yesterday Sweet Pea came downstairs and said "Wanna hear a story?  I used the bathroom and when I was done I threw up!"

It was a terribly story.  But in her defense she's only ten.  Her story telling skills are not yet fully developed.

She proceeded to spend the rest of the morning throwing up with intermittent diarrhea thrown in the mix just for funsies.

Luckily it only lasted the morning, and by lunch she was sipping sprite, and eating popsicles, asking me for a sandwich.

I was only in the kitchen for a moment but when I returned The Queen was seated on the floor quietly dipping Sweet Pea's left over germ infested popsicle stick into Sweet Pea's equally germ infested cup of sprite.  Horrified I could only watch helplessly as  she licked the germ infested sprite covered popsicle stick.  I screamed "No!  Don't do that."  Realizing she had been caught red-handed she dropped the popsicle stick and began to guzzle the stolen cup of sprite as fast as she could knowing it would soon be confiscated.

Sock Monkey.

I knew no good could come from this.

The Greatest and I speculated on what the incubation period of Sweet Pea's bug might be.

The answer is 15 hours.  The incubation period is 15 hours.

That's how I found myself at 4:45 this morning holding a puke bucket before The Queen like a peasant with an offering.

Three rounds of vomit and approximately 592 soiled diapers later I think the worst is over.

But dang, I'm tired.

I had intended to take pictures of my "Sunday Morning" cardigan, because blogging it on a Sunday Morning just felt right.

But dang, I'm tired.  And I don't have the energy for eye liner.  Or things like combing my hair.

I do realize I'm not telling a good story either.  See again the bad story about getting up at 4:45 to deal with vomit.

So instead of any more bad story telling please enjoy these pictures of Sweet Pea wearing the sweater I knit for her from the yarn leftover from my Sunday Morning cardigan.


It is another Berenice Sweater.  There was a point when I thought I would make one for each of the girls but then reality rushed in and stomped all over my dreams.  I knit one for the Queen.  And then I knit this one for Sweet Pea.  And then I couldn't find yarn to knit one for Bird.  And I didn't feel up to trying to resize/modify the unusual construction of the sweater in a thicker yarn for Pork Chop.  And then someone put The Queen's sweater in the dryer and it felted.  And then I gave up on my dream.



But that's okay because look how cute my Sweet Pea is!

I do LOVE all the details and textures in this sweater.




And in a fun note when I went to take a picture of the back of the sweater


I realized that Sweet Pea was wearing the sweater backwards.

I guess that means it is super versatile?

And she has lots of room to grow?

Just trying to focus on the positive.  Now please excuse me while I go change diaper 593.  How much longer until bedtime?

Monday, May 21, 2018

To Recap

Okay.

I know it's been two months.  But in my defense Mama has been BUSY.  But now that the children are all out of school for summer things will slow down and I'm sure I'll find myself with some extra time on my hand on a regular basis.

Let's all take a moment to laugh really hard while I pretend that might even be the slightest teeniest tiniest little bit true.

Each "season" of life keeps getting louder, and busier, and crazier. 

And wonderful-er?

To summarize what's been happening...


Our current bad puppy but future good dog is getting huge, and these two are just as much trouble together as you think they are.


My sweet Bird graduated 8th grade and is now in high school.  (the picture is her kindergarden graduation vs 8th grade graduation.  I love that sassy confident kid!)

Speaking of high school


Pork Chop graduated high school!  (Pictured is her very first day of school and her very last day of school.)  I wish I had some pictures of graduation to show off but I got a tummy bug and spent a very unpleasant evening at home.  I missed her Valedictorian Speech.  I will never not be mad at the universe about that.  (I spend five minutes puzzling out that double negative and I think it says what I mean.  If not, you know what I mean.)

The boy is still the boy and refusing to be photographed.  

And this girl

 is still sweet as pie.

This guy



is still The Greatest.

And...you're all caught up on the important stuff.

For Mother's Day The Greatest added a few upgrades to my back patio



If you need me I'll be out there...hopefully knitting.