I don't even like crochet!
It's been a hard week for me and the girls. Julie and I have been in a negative feedback loop where she starts the day off whiny and uncooperative and I struggle with trying to stay positive, sometimes failing into angry frustration. It's not pretty. Sophie is teething and in the middle of a developmental burst where she's working hard on crawling and pulling up, and is just a bit clingier than her normal self. This adds to the problem, since it's that much harder for me to give either one of them the attention they deserve.
By the time Joe gets home in the evening, I just want to run away. But I don't. I hand them off and cook dinner, and try to pull it together somewhat so we can have a positive bed time and hopefully start the day fresh tomorrow. I know it's going to get better, but it's hard to believe when Julie has just soiled her pants for the second time in the day even though she was just sitting on the potty saying she was all done. All I can say is I'm really glad that tomorrow I get to leave the girls with Joe and go be an adult for a few hours while I teach a class at the store.
In the mean time, Sophie did go to bed at a decent hour this evening, and I spent my precious decompression time not working on the blankie (although I did squeeze in a square earlier today during lunchtime); not working on the bavarian twist sweater (which I love, but am avoiding); but instead on this:
That's a beaded-cuff sock for Julie. She loves the ones that Carolyn sent us, and I thought it would be fun to whip up some more for her- they are sort of an instant-gratification kind of project. Julie has been threading beads on and off all week, so she has even contributed to the project in her own maddening little way. I can't tell you how many times I've had to remind her one bead at a time, don't throw the beads, pick the beads up off the floor so Sophie doesn't get them, yadda yadda. But she enjoys playing with them. She kept saying she was making a bunny costume for Sophie out of the beads. How cute is that? Cute enough to keep me from running away with my yarn and becoming a knitting hermit in a cave. Or maybe on top of a cliff. Have y'all seen the video linked on Boogaj today - go watch it it's hilarous.
So anyway, one sock down, one to go. I bought a six-pack of socks at Target and enough beads to decorate them all. I'm thinking they might make good gifts too. Even though I really don't care for crochet.
Let's address a few comments.
Lisa wants a pattern for the pants. Anyone else interested in a pattern for the pants? I'll work one up - they're super easy - but if you volunteer a little data on sizes, the size you want will be available a lot faster. You'd just have to supply me with a few measurements off an existing pair of leggings.
Carolyn, thanks for the great tip on advance preparation for dinner. This is something that I've done in the past, and sometimes just fall out of the habit on. I mean, if it's a choice in solving tomorrow's dinner emergency and getting a little knitting or blogging time in, it's hard not to be selfish and worry about tomorrow tomorrow. Still, I should get back in the habit and life would be better. So thanks for the reminder!
Oooh! This just in! I just got an extremely enlightened comment from an anonymous commenter on yesterday's post. You ready? It so fits the mood I'm in I had to laugh for about five minutes and go share it with Joe before reacting. Here we go.
"Let us hope you get rid of your comments about daughter "crapping in her pants" before she learns to read. Crude. And she'll hate you for it!"
Ooh. Yes. I am crude. I'm telling the truth about my three-year-old, who like every other three year old there has ever been or ever will be, is in the middle of potty training. You don't want to hear about it? Don't come back, because honey, I've got another one on the way up, and we're going to vent about all her issues as they present themselves as well. That way, they can both hate me together. Never mind that while they're reading about crapping their pants, they'll also be reading about how much I love them and how hard I'm trying to be the best mom I can. You want to make a comment like that, put your name on it next time.
By the time Joe gets home in the evening, I just want to run away. But I don't. I hand them off and cook dinner, and try to pull it together somewhat so we can have a positive bed time and hopefully start the day fresh tomorrow. I know it's going to get better, but it's hard to believe when Julie has just soiled her pants for the second time in the day even though she was just sitting on the potty saying she was all done. All I can say is I'm really glad that tomorrow I get to leave the girls with Joe and go be an adult for a few hours while I teach a class at the store.
In the mean time, Sophie did go to bed at a decent hour this evening, and I spent my precious decompression time not working on the blankie (although I did squeeze in a square earlier today during lunchtime); not working on the bavarian twist sweater (which I love, but am avoiding); but instead on this:
That's a beaded-cuff sock for Julie. She loves the ones that Carolyn sent us, and I thought it would be fun to whip up some more for her- they are sort of an instant-gratification kind of project. Julie has been threading beads on and off all week, so she has even contributed to the project in her own maddening little way. I can't tell you how many times I've had to remind her one bead at a time, don't throw the beads, pick the beads up off the floor so Sophie doesn't get them, yadda yadda. But she enjoys playing with them. She kept saying she was making a bunny costume for Sophie out of the beads. How cute is that? Cute enough to keep me from running away with my yarn and becoming a knitting hermit in a cave. Or maybe on top of a cliff. Have y'all seen the video linked on Boogaj today - go watch it it's hilarous.
So anyway, one sock down, one to go. I bought a six-pack of socks at Target and enough beads to decorate them all. I'm thinking they might make good gifts too. Even though I really don't care for crochet.
Let's address a few comments.
Lisa wants a pattern for the pants. Anyone else interested in a pattern for the pants? I'll work one up - they're super easy - but if you volunteer a little data on sizes, the size you want will be available a lot faster. You'd just have to supply me with a few measurements off an existing pair of leggings.
Carolyn, thanks for the great tip on advance preparation for dinner. This is something that I've done in the past, and sometimes just fall out of the habit on. I mean, if it's a choice in solving tomorrow's dinner emergency and getting a little knitting or blogging time in, it's hard not to be selfish and worry about tomorrow tomorrow. Still, I should get back in the habit and life would be better. So thanks for the reminder!
Oooh! This just in! I just got an extremely enlightened comment from an anonymous commenter on yesterday's post. You ready? It so fits the mood I'm in I had to laugh for about five minutes and go share it with Joe before reacting. Here we go.
"Let us hope you get rid of your comments about daughter "crapping in her pants" before she learns to read. Crude. And she'll hate you for it!"
Ooh. Yes. I am crude. I'm telling the truth about my three-year-old, who like every other three year old there has ever been or ever will be, is in the middle of potty training. You don't want to hear about it? Don't come back, because honey, I've got another one on the way up, and we're going to vent about all her issues as they present themselves as well. That way, they can both hate me together. Never mind that while they're reading about crapping their pants, they'll also be reading about how much I love them and how hard I'm trying to be the best mom I can. You want to make a comment like that, put your name on it next time.
posted by Shelly Kang at 11:35 PM
13 Comments:
"You want to make a comment like that, put your name on it next time."
Damn straight! You tell 'em Shelly!
Have fun at your class.
Damn straight. Anonymous didn't even have the, ahem, guts to sign in. Good for you Shelly!
The socks are sweet. How do you keep the beads from coming off though?
Shelly!
I saw your pic with the beautiful sock scrap afghan on another blog, YarnHarlot?, maybe? Care to share pattern source? And, are you knitting the repeats w/ one type of yarn?
The little socks are great, tho you will make far more of them than you want to! My little girl (who is now an adult!) had to have a pair to match everything. My mother made the first pair, I was left with the rest. That wasn't so bad...her little friends at day school and then kindergarten each wanted some!
Lovely babies, wish I had time to research all your blog, but I have a nautical piece to finish in the next 5 days!
If you want to respond, knit1read2.blogspot.com is me. I'll watch your post for a response, also. Thanks, even if you don't have time to answer; your picture alone was inspirational!
You said it, Shelly! Good for you.
I'd love a pattern for the pants too - I thought they might be good for the Dulaan Project. So maybe the size you made on up to something that might fit a 5-year old? I don't mean that you should do the pattern in multiple sizes, just suggesting the range in which the size might fall. Anything would be great.
I enjoy your blog; 'crude' and all. :)
Hilarious! I think I've been laughing for the last twenty minutes after reading your post! You crack me up!
Hmmm, don't know why, but something tells me that person doesn't have kids! You're not a bit crude, you just tell it like it is, baby...
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Yep, your blog, you tell it like it is. Someday your girls will be writing about how their kids are crapping their pants. Then you will be the one sitting back and laughing!
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Hey, Shelly,
You know, so much of the stuff our kids do is "just a phase". Even that blowing spit-bubbles all over the floor that my 21-yr-old used to do was a short-lived phase. And all those other annoying things. So many proverbs and maxims cover this stuff - "This too shall pass" is the best. Maybe this is for the critical commenter, too - skip the poopy bits and just read what interests you.
And for the more recent criticism, I just want to say that we do the best for our kids, and try so hard not to inflict on them what hurt most from our parents, but in the process, I am sure that other stuff, that we never dreamed was important, will be what they need therapy for. When my girl was hurt, I would hold her and make humming, comforting noises in her ear. years later, she accused me of laughing at her when she was hurt! The farthest thing from my mind.
Best wishes, everyone, and carry a spark of forgiveness and tolerance.
p.s. Nothing wrong with heathens or housewives!
Sorry about the ugly cycle you guys have going. It will get better! BTDT and burned the tshirt! =P~ *HUGS*
The socks are CUTE! Another instant gratification project (and makes a holiday giftie!) is to put that same beaded cuff onto those "magic gloves" that stretch to fit nearly every size hand. And try tri-beads for a different look!
PS - love the blanket!
Ha, ha! Anonymous is obviously either saintly or childless!
Doesn't she know that there are just some days where the only phrase that will cover it is "crapped in her pants."? I try not to be crude all the time, but there are days...
We've just come out of a phase of the three year old waking up whining and the baby (18 months in my case) getting assertive and whining.
It's getting a little better since I started making a concerted effort to run the 3yr old around and tire him out.
Has Julie recently given up her nap? Things were rough around here until we'd finished making that transition.
Bon chance!
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