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Its a cold and rainy day here today and we’re sitting around being lazy before we have to trek out to my in-laws.  Today is my FILs b-day and he’s 84.   I wanted to make him a really nice birthday cake, but my SIL is doing that so I needed to come up with something else.  My FIL is one of those Dads who buys all kinds of treats at the store with the excuse that its for “the kids” but really wants it for himself.  So I thought I’d make him a treat just for him.  He loves old fashioned things, well, being 84 and all, and he loves his peanut brittle.  So I found this awesome easy recipe and made my own this morning.  I even made a batch topped with semi-sweet chocolate and sea salt.  Yum.  Highly recommended.

Life is quite busy in this neck of the woods, and generally quite good.  We’re struggling a bit with all the ups and downs of raising a three year old.  This kid has more mood swings than a 13 year old girl.  As those of you who have been through this stage know, the highs are quite high – spontaneous hugs and “I love you’s”, funny faces and funnier words out of his mouth.  The lows however, can be totally exhausting.  It seems that every meal is now a battle – no matter what it is, it’s met with a tantrum.  So we’re trying to figure out the best balance of getting him to eat and sit at the table with the family while not forcing him to eat what he doesn’t want.  It ain’t easy.

The other day was particularly rough – in the midst of having a complete meltdown, he wet himself (potty training is at about 98% successful).  So I have him partially undressed sitting on his old changing table while I get out clean clothes.  I turn around and that boy looks me dead in the eye and proceeds to pee on the changing table.  SIGH.  I of course, lose my mind, which is not helping.  After we both calm down, we decide to have some quiet time.  I tucked him into my bed to rest while I laid beside him and read a book.  “Mommy?” he says a few moments later.  “Can we talk about something?”     This is something we all do when we get bored or frankly, if we’re trying to change a subject with him.  We think of a memory and then ask each other our favorite part of it.  Like “What’s your favorite part of Disney?”  or “What’s your favorite place to hide when we play hide and go seek?” .  So I realized that  this smart little boy was turning the tables on me,  trying to change the subject and make peace.  “Sure” I said, “What do you want to talk about?”

He sits up and says, with complete sincerity and an angelic smile on his swollen and tear stained face   “Uh….what’s your favorite part of being mad at me?”

I love that kid.


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Valentine’s Day was quite nice…well except for the fact that the littlest person in this house apparently woke up on the wrong side of the toddler bed.  I tell ya that kid has worse mood swings than a 13 year old (can’t wait for THAT if this is any preview).  We started the day with heart shaped pancakes and exchanged small gifts.  A big box of chocolate for me (with most of it still left since I had the bright idea to give up chocolate for LENT – hey you want sacrifice, I’ll give you sacrifice) a home made CD for the husband with homemade fingerprint valentine….and a chef’s outfit for the monkey.  He’s been wanting one ever since he saw Ratatouille and since his Dad loves to cook he gladly obliged.  He insisted upon wearing his “cooker costume” with slipper “clogs” while he watched the movie for the 5 millionth time.  Later in the day my brother’s girlfriend and I made a Valentine’s Day feast – home made canneloni, with beet, walnut and goat cheese salad, and Linzer heart cookies for dessert.  YUM.  The pasta was fairly easy and fun to make – one of those things that you wonder why you dont try to make all the time (like bread, or ice cream).  So worth the effort!

Hope your day was happy.  Now I really need to take down the heart decoratons already.  Note to self – buy stuff with less glitter next time.

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A funny monkey tidbit:  Yesterday my son was looking through a toy catalog at grandma’s house, when he came across a toy he got for Christmas.  A toy that we ultimately returned because it didn’t work well.  I guess my husband returned it discretely, as he didnt know what happened to it.  Not thinking first, I said “oh, Daddy returned it because it didn’t work”.  He scrunched up his face at me and said “To Santa?”   Stammering, I told him yes, Daddy sent it back to the North Pole.  Some day I’ll get used to having a toddler in the house….

So as you may know, along with the Olympics, we crazy knitters made up something called The Knitting Olympics (or the Ravelympics depending on where your allegiances lie).  Basically you commit to knit something that challenges you from opening ceremonies to closing.  I never partake in this event because I unwittingly set my self up for failure enough in my life, no need to do it knowingly.  So while I watched the opening ceremonies this year, I finished up this little baby instead:

Its another crocheted dress from the  “Belle” series, for the new baby girl of another friend.  (There are girls being born all over the place, a knit group friend just had twins!)  Now I’ll start the third in the series just to see which I like tghe best.

Pattern:  Savannah Belle by Crochet Garden; size 6 months

Yarn:  Grace Patons in pink and white

Hook:  G

Mods:  None.  Although I am tempted to do the underlay in something lighter, the dress ends up to be a bit heavy for a sundress.  Oh well, they need to learn to sacrifice comfort for beauty at a young age.

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Snow Day!

So we got dumped on pretty good yesterday -not sure exactly how much fell, but somewhere between a whole bunch and a shitload if I may use the technical terms.  I worked from home since the railroad put in a new rule that any snowfall over 10 inches will cause them to shut down completely.  Aint no way I was risking getting stuck in the city…as it turns out I guess it would have been okay.

We did manage to get out for a little bit to make this:

Looks like fun, huh?  Well turns out that with a three year old, snow is fun for about oh, five seconds after the snowman is finished.  Especially when they inform you that despite the forty thousand layers they have on, they need to go potty NOW MOMMY NOW MOMMY NOW MOMMY.  Which, I discovered, really means “I already went and my lower half is soaked to the bone”.  I sounded frighteningly similar to my own mother when I said “If we go in, we are NOT going back out again!”.  This was the reaction, even with a snow mickey to try and cheer him up.

On the bright side, I finished some yummy mittens:

Pattern:  Super Mittens from Weekend Knits; size Ladies Large (ravelry)

Yarn:  Bernat Roving in Plum; exactly one skein (that little bit there is all that was left, yes I panicked a little)

Needls:  10.5 circs (magic loop baby)

Mods:  Knit quite a few more rows of the hand then the pattern called for.  Super warm and cozy!

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