Peaceful Times

(if only for a few moments between tantrums and diaper changes!)

Finished Quant #4, and received a Gift of Jaywalkers!


Knitting Buddy Emily gave me these FABULOUS Jaywalkers which I am totally thrilled with:


And another FO! Don't have a photo yet of the FO because I haven't seen Esther to get her to model it before she whisks it away but I liked this one. I almost like Quants better in the solids and semi-solids I've made them in, rather than the variegateds.

New WIP, new washing machine

Slippery Socks, by Olivia M, from the Winter 07 Knitty. So far a fun, easy knit. :)


Our washing machine broke a little over a week ago and Brent enjoyed the box even more than we're enjoying the new washer.


"Mamom, where's Gigi??"


"Oh, there it is!" (Yes, I say "there she is" but he's sticking to 'it'. Just like he stuck to 'baby in da trash' for a couple of weeks after she was born.

Playdate Yesterday

Brent helped(?) make an Ocean Bottle. 3/4 water with food coloring, 1/4 baby oil, and most importantly, a little Elmer's Glue along the threads of the cap to help avoid oil spills in the den.


He played with Friend Jonathan.


And Gigi conferred with her peers.

She's a Maneater!



New teeth. Grrr, Arrrr, Grrrr!

A Strange Dream

Forgot to add to my post this morning. Not sure if I even remembered it then. You know how dreams are. But it was odd enough I feel like recording it. Usually I have a pretty good idea what my dreams mean, but this one is a mystery.

There were holes-- one in the driveway, and one under the couch. There was a 2 yr old girl stuck down in each. Like Baby Jessica? But one in each. Twins? I don't think they were my daughters, but I was worried about them. So scared and worried. For some reason, no one was trying to get them out though. We were throwing food and water down to them and just worrying. At one point, Mamash almost fell into the hole under the couch and I caught her by an arm and hauled her back out.

P.S. Oh, and the disposal works. :) My man is GOOD.

WHAT a weekend.

When Will gets a wild hair... Our washing machine broke on Thursday? Maybe Friday. Our disposal broke on Saturday. This deluge of bad luck in need of attention apparently made him feel a surge of what I can only call Manly Fix-It-ness. He bought and installed a new washer; he turned our power off and on for hours while he repaired (after 6 YEARS mind you) the broken light fixture in the entryway, AND tried to get the disposal working (unfortunately to no avail); and he stocked our freezers with an entire cow's worth of beef that his parents brought over. And that was just on Saturday. Sunday, he decided it was time to organize the entire orphanage's worth of toys in our den and get them moved into the kids' rooms. That took us all day, I went to knitting in the middle of it anyway, and in all honesty, it's not really done. Unless we want the toys in boxes and bins all over the kids' rooms. I think we need to still get rid of 2/3 of the toys even through we already threw away everything broken and incomplete. I wish that new law about packaging/testing didn't make the Goodwill incapable of taking perfectly good, practically new toys. Garage sales are a HUGE PITA and Criagslist scares me...

And the disposal is still not working. I think he got it where it will at least drain water so that I can do dishes if I am careful not to let food go down the drain. Wish me luck!

My guitar player is cuter than your guitar player



And she's working on having just as many teeth! She had only two less than a week ago. She sprouted canines over the weekend, and woke up with her two front teeth yesterday morning. She'll have a mouthful before we know it!