Small Things 1-7-13
1. My child turns water into wine! Regularly!
Actually, it’s even nicer than that since he turns water into ‘champagne’. Now, we’re not lushes by any means, though we’ll occasionally have a glass of wine after Hen’s in bed. And at Christmas, all the adults–which is to say, everyone in the family except Henry–all indulged in some really lovely champagne. Which apparently made a big impact on Hen. Since ever since then? He’s been offering me sips from his own private reserve–his bedroom water cup, ever since.
2. Hen is intellectually fascinated by potty training (ie: we’re watching ‘Potty Power’ for the second time today at his request, even as I type this. His potty training books are his current faves, etc.) but is not too excited about actually doing the sitting-around-in-underwear-that-should-be-kept-dry part. Even though he’s never had an accident (though neither has he ever really done his business in a potty). Even though he tends to get tasty rewards (which he talks about all the time) for every time we check & he’s still dry. & Even though we’ve tried to be as positive and excited about this as it’s possible to be. But it’s apparently still stressful, and he’s really resisting putting his big-kid pants on even though I think he’s ready physically for this step. Sigh. Any thoughts? Any reluctant-boy-specific thoughts? The last thing I want is to traumatize him.
3. Although the Christmas stocking project turned out better than I could have hoped, the Christmas cardigan story does not have such a happy ending.
The yarn is gorgeous–as it should be, it’s top of the line yarn. The knitting is, ahem, perfectly nice though I say it myself. It’s a pretty straightforward pattern, so it’s not like I screwed anything up. BUT.
My husband’s a very tall guy, though rangy rather than hefty. But since it’s supposed to be a closefitting sweater, and since he prefers looser cardigans, I made him an XL. Which turned out more like an XXXL This sweater is seriously outsized. I mean, if my husband was 7 feet tall and weighed about half again as much as he does, it might not be too small. Ugh. It’s like the designer didn’t take the weight/heft of the yarn into account–ie: a larger sweater will stretch even larger because the weight of the sweater will pull it out. I’m seriously annoyed, especially since I didn’t even try to substitute yarn or anything for this very reason. (And yes, I checked my gauge before and during. This is a pattern problem, not a knitting tension one.)
Next year, people are gonna be lucky if they even get a christmas card that I’ve signed. Thinking of getting a signature stamp, because, really, I’m that tired of making stuff.
But before we get to the next holiday season, it looks like the knitting project that ate up my entire autumn now has to be ripped out and redone–making it the knitting project that ate 3 seasons! My only consolation is that since this time it’ll be smaller, it’ll mean less knitting.
Which sounds like a really good idea right about now.
4. I hate Richard Scarry. The books, the tv show, everything. And Henry does not. This is upsetting to me.
5. I found out that my first crush–the light of my 5-year-old life–grew up to voice Barney the Purple Dinosaur for 3 or 4 years. This explains so much about my life, if looked at in a certain (really scary) light…