When Toddlers Attack
On Saturday morning, the girls were awake, bouncing off the walls and begging for breakfast. Joe and I were still groggy, and it was his turn to sleep in a few extra minutes. So I took them downstairs and got the breakfast started while they played in the living room. A few minutes into it, I heard some wild giggling and turned around to see Sophie in the doorway, tangled in yarn.
Attached to one end of the strand was a ragged ball, all pulled out from itself; and attached to the other was my poor sock, needles missing and several rows ripped right out.
Argh! I will admit to screaming a bit about "Never, never touch mommy's knitting!!!!" Well, it did take me a good half hour or so to get it sorted.
And then it was okay again. And I had a much calmer talk with the girls a little later.
Sophie says "Who me? I'm a little angel."
Attached to one end of the strand was a ragged ball, all pulled out from itself; and attached to the other was my poor sock, needles missing and several rows ripped right out.
Argh! I will admit to screaming a bit about "Never, never touch mommy's knitting!!!!" Well, it did take me a good half hour or so to get it sorted.
And then it was okay again. And I had a much calmer talk with the girls a little later.
Sophie says "Who me? I'm a little angel."
posted by Shelly Kang at 9:21 PM
2 Comments:
I'm reminded of the day I was in the basement focussing on putting laundry in and the girl, who had just graduated from the exersaucer I kept down there, found and *threw* a partially used quart of bright pink paint. These do bounce, but the lid pops off in the process. It was the first time I really yelled at her (Don't move! Just sit there! Don't touch anything!), and I may have uttered some words that she had yet to hear. Geez, it seems so funny now . . .
This has been rule #5 in my house since my oldest was 2: Don't pull Mommy's yarn! And I must admit there is no rule #4. Don't know why. But the yarn rule follows: #1 Listen to Mommy; #2 Say please and thank you; and #3 Be gentle. Then the yarn. Priorities, baby!
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