Mmmmm.
Dec 28, 2005 How is it that my two older girls can sleep through the screaming and squalling of the baby, but as SOON as they hear the crinkly cellophane of some refined sugar treat being opened they spring to life?
How can my incredibly intelligent 19 month old be so gentle with her baby sister, but not understand the same principal as it applies to the kitty?
How can the 7 year old manage to fly down the street on her scooter with amazing skill, but she can't walk from the living room to the kitchen without banging into something or falling down?
How is it that the people across the street wash their car EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. but can't manage to do it without setting off the alarm EVERY. SINGLE. TIME??
Moving right along. One of the gifts that I got for the girls this holiday was a gorgeous playsilk for their playstands, made by Joy from The Colorfarm. It's gorgeous, and brightens up the whole livingroom. I *almost* kept it for myself.
Jennifer W.K. sent me some delicious bath soaks from Feeling Ducky. They smell so good I'm not sure if I should use them as directed or eat them with a spoon. YUM.
Last, but not least, I'm knitting Bryan a scarf. For Christmas. Never mind that Christmas has already come and gone. It's been slow going, you see, because this is a super duper magic scarf, and these things take time. What's magic about it, you ask? Well, when viewed straight on, it looks like a plain black and white striped scarf:
BUT DO NOT BE DECEIVED. I wasn't kidding when I said it was magic. Look at it now:
I KNOW. It's frickin' awesome, no? I've completed two robots, and I have three more to go. It's hard to knit because every few rows I have to stop and check out my progress, because magic scarves ROCK, and their completion cannot be held to a traditional holiday timetable, dammit.
All right. I hear one of my litter of children wailing, so I must be off. Maybe Phoebe has decided that the kitty isn't the only one that needs lovin' in the form a full nelson.
