I've been kind of "lost in space" here the past couple of days it seems. Been doing things but getting nothing much accomplished it seems and also, having several "senior moments" to top it all off!
I'm still - after almost two weeks now -learning stuff with and about this new computer. I did get some instructions the other day from Tomcat about how to do a "work-around" for one issue I'm experiencing here but I haven't had the courage to try to figure out exactly what all to do to use his instructions there. I'm not very good at understanding ANYTHING if it has the least amount of computerese language in it!
Today, my little princess presented me with yet another challenge on my computer! Isn't it strange how a 3-year-old can just barely tap something -like some key or the mouse -and create little problems for someone in their 60's to then try to figure out and correct? In the blink of an eye, she managed to reconfigure my toolbar at the bottom of my screen and it took me the better part of at least 45 minutes to an hour to get things back to almost normal again! See what I mean about doing things and yet, getting very little accomplished then in the process?
I can hardly wait to see what will happen here once the little prince gets his bearings, starts walking and I will then have two little sets of fingers to deal with after they manage to wreak their own brand of havoc on my computer - along with the ripping and tearing up that two toddlers will be able to do on the rest of the house too! Oh yeah, I'm really excited about that prospect too!
I have been trying this past week now though to get back to working on my "research project" on the new computer though. I have a subscription to Ancestry.com mainly for access to their historic newspaper database because they have a fairly extensive file there of old papers for the local (county) daily newspaper covering from 1913 up through 1976. I also have a similar subscription with Newspaper Archives but I don't like to use it because it is poorly organized and searches there often return a kazillion duplications and makes it very difficult to track if I have already found a particular item and transcribed it over to my word document files.
The purpose in that research is to "hopefully" be able to compile a record of some type that would be useful to people doing family tree type research and whose roots are to this geographic region or also, it would be of interest too perhaps to those, like myself, who just like to read about things that happened here and the people who once populated the region. But, judging by the volumes of articles I have transcribed just about my hometown here, trying to edit those word documents I have built now is going to be one mammoth task!
I did finally get one thing accomplished today though that was a step in the right direction. I finally called Wise Eyes and made an appointment to get my eyes checked and get a new pair of glasses - something of which I am really in DIRE NEED! March 7th is my big date to take care of that checkup and ordering new frames, etc. Should be interesting to see how much of that expense my insurance will cover too. LOL
Because I got really behind, had a senior moment yesterday and forgot to do any posting whatsoever then you all get to read two Bushisms (again) today! One for yesterday - February 21st and then, today's snippet as well!
February 21, 2007
"The war on terror involves Saddam Hussein because of the nature of Saddam Hussein, the history of Saddam Hussein, and his willingness to terrorize himself." - Grand Rapids, Michigan; January 29, 2002
February 22, 2007
"It would be helpful if we opened up ANWR {the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge}. I think it's a mistake not to. And I would urge you all to travel up there and take a look at it, and you can make the determination as to how beautiful that country is." - Washington, D.C.; March 29, 2001.
Have a good day now!
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
If I'd Known Then.....
How many times do we say that to ourselves - "If I'd known then what I know today"? And if we had known then, would we really have done everything differently?
I don't know if I would or not -if I could do a few things over or my whole life - change everything or just some little things here and there.
One thing I do know today is that my family - my kids and me - would most likely be considered "dysfunctional." Mainly because they are the product of a single parent family but then too, so was I - just under different circumstances.
With me, it was because my Dad died when I was 2 1/2 weeks old of cancer. For my kids, it was because their Dad and I divorced when my youngest had just turned 4. My son was almost 7, the older girl was 12.
For me, life was different from many of my peers on two counts - there was no dad here and I was an only child. I did have both my Mom's parents though as we lived with them, so there was an adult male in the house - although he was 70 when I was born, 82 when he died and the last three years of his life, he had what was referred to then as "hardening of the arteries" -which tends to affect people very much like Altzheimers.
Growing up with my grandparents though kind of made me almost like an extension of their family - a really, really late in life child sort of thing you know! My grandma and Mom tried to discipline me with some degree of success, as long as my Grandfather was not around. Him, I could wrap around my little finger -or so it often seemed. While my Grandma would grumble, growl, complain about this or that of my behavior and Mom would, if Grandpa was no where in the vicinity, occasionally even take a swift hand to my behind and one one occasion, even broke a switch off a tree, chased me around the outside of the house till she caught me and whipped me with that branch. But Grandpa - the harshest thing he ever did/said to me was "Goodness Agnes" and often that was just to get me to be quiet so he could hear his baseball game on the old radio that had more static on the broadcasts than anything!
My kids, on the other hand, did get a smack more often than I did but it wasn't an every day occurance and they knew if I was actually angry enough to do that, they were really in big trouble. They didn't realize why I tried to ride herd on them as hard as I did back then, but for the most part, today they do understand it was mainly to keep them out of as many scrapes as I could possibly avert and also, to try to avoid them being labeled any more than absolutely necessary because of being the product of a "single parent family."
Tonight, my older daughter and her fiance came up for supper and my son was also here. Mandy had to work till 7 p.m. so didn't get home to join the "party" (if you want to call our dinner together that).
The older girl, Carrie, is still ticked at her brother because of the episode Christmas Night when he totalled my car. Ok, I'm still very ticked off at him over that too. Carrie also has a tendancy to be very free with dishing out comments to her siblings as well as to me, that were we to say the same thing to her, she might never speak to whoever said what she felt wrong, hurtful, insulting again. OK - dish it out but not take it - yep, that's about her speed a lot of the time.
So tonight, when my son arrived here for supper, she immediately was going to start riding him about anything she could think of but he tried to avert this by telling her to make a deal - pick on each other as much as possible but only to do it in a fun way and surprisingly enough, she agreed to that!
They started to exchange wise cracks back and forth - my son has a very good wit, great sense of humor - and somehow the subject of dysfunctionality popped up. Someone, I don't know who, asked what is the definition of dysfunctionality and I responded to that by said it is 'E.R.T.M.E.R." (That's our surname, you see.) And from there, everything was fair game as long as the wise cracks were done in a "fun tone." They wanted to check and make sure I had taken a zanax today because otherwise, it might not playout that way - fun, you know. And, since I had done that (taken a zanax earlier) I wasn't in an angry or depressed mood. Ok, that angle was covered and things were safe. All went fine until Carrie reached for the white phone on the kitchen wall to make a phone call and I told her she'd have to use the other phone because the kitchen phone is on the line that my computer runs on, therefore, it was busy.
And, she started to get a little off the "fun" track and was ready to slam me about why did the computer have to be on all the damned time anyway? I smiled and reminded her this was to be "fun" nothing bad tonight and she did, for a change, back down a bit, but it was a bit of a close call there for a few seconds, maybe even minutes.
They brought with them tonight though a surprise visitor. Carrie and Robert had the cutest little puppy - about 3 months old - that they brought up here. Seems this puppy had been "rescued" by Robert's brother and his wife but after they got the pup, they decided to split up and where each was moving was a "no pets allowed" place so Carrie and Robert volunteered to "re-rescue" this dog and claimed her for their own, to live and romp and play with the three dogs they already have.
The pup is part cocker and part black lab and is just absolutely adorable. She's white with black ears (like a cockers) and black splotches of fur on the white and her eyes - well, they are different as they have a sort of blue ring around them! Just the sweetest puppy I have seen since the black cocker mix puppy I brought home when I was about 13 years old! I picked her up, cuddling and petting her and I could feel the tears almost ready to burst forth while caressing her. Her name is "Ollie" and I, half-teasing, told Carrie after she explained how they came to acquire her, that if she got the dog house-broken - well maybe - and she knew where I was heading with that too - maybe somehow we could figure out a way to convince Bill, my daughter Mandy's husband, to give it another try to have a dog in the house! He isn't an animal hating person but he isn't an animal lover either of the variety my kids and I are! Dogs, to him, are not meant to live in a person's house - they should have their own house out in the backyard and be tied up there, day in and day out. My kids and I feel much differently - dogs are meant to live inside with their people! End of discussion! Bill tolerates the one cat we have simply because Mandy made it very clear from the beginning of their relationship that the cat was a very high priority party in our home and would remain on the pedestal we've created for her over the 15 years we've had her! He knows, full well, should anything at all happen to that cat and there is the slightest inkling that he might have not done everything possible to be nice to the cat, his happy homelife will end then and there! No questions will be asked, he will just be totally shunned from that time forward, through all eternity as far as my daughter is concerned.
We were curious as to how the baby would respond to the puppy and after the initial lick up the middle of his face and the shock that gave to his system, he seemed to respond very well to the puppy. Maya was asleep on the couch when they arrived but when she woke up and saw this cute little furball bouncing around the room, she immediately made friends with the dog and Ollie with her! They took turns chasing each other - or so it seemed - around the living room and dining room and Maya was giggling virtually all over herself, she was so happy and excited over this little dog!
Will we manage somehow to acquire Ollie for our own? Well, that part still remains to be seen and odds are my desire there will go down the tubes and the pup will stay then with Carrie and Robert. But, boy seeing her here tonight, sure did make me yearn for some of those good old days!
The thing of it is - I do know today what I didn't understand back when I brought the puppy home - my sweet old Duffy - that a puppy, while cute as a button, takes a lot of work, a lot of care, training - extra money for dog food and even more extra funds for lots of new shoes too more often than not! Yeah, I do know all that; I even accept that too.
But at the same time, knowing now too what I didn't know or realize then, a puppy and small children, provided the temperment of the dog is the right type, is one of the very best things you can ever provide in a child's life.
And I wonder if we had this puppy, would it provide a really good outlet to help Maya grow, achieve more of her learning goals by sharing her young life with that of this loveable and so beautiful little puppy!
Cross your fingers, shake the rabbits foot and pray that I don't have to wonder but will maybe, with just enough luck, be able to watch them forge a good solid relationship between a small child and a loving little dog! Dogs are also good for old people to have around themselves too - wonder if my son-in-law might also buy that theory? (I didn't know that then but I DO KNOW that now!)
I don't know if I would or not -if I could do a few things over or my whole life - change everything or just some little things here and there.
One thing I do know today is that my family - my kids and me - would most likely be considered "dysfunctional." Mainly because they are the product of a single parent family but then too, so was I - just under different circumstances.
With me, it was because my Dad died when I was 2 1/2 weeks old of cancer. For my kids, it was because their Dad and I divorced when my youngest had just turned 4. My son was almost 7, the older girl was 12.
For me, life was different from many of my peers on two counts - there was no dad here and I was an only child. I did have both my Mom's parents though as we lived with them, so there was an adult male in the house - although he was 70 when I was born, 82 when he died and the last three years of his life, he had what was referred to then as "hardening of the arteries" -which tends to affect people very much like Altzheimers.
Growing up with my grandparents though kind of made me almost like an extension of their family - a really, really late in life child sort of thing you know! My grandma and Mom tried to discipline me with some degree of success, as long as my Grandfather was not around. Him, I could wrap around my little finger -or so it often seemed. While my Grandma would grumble, growl, complain about this or that of my behavior and Mom would, if Grandpa was no where in the vicinity, occasionally even take a swift hand to my behind and one one occasion, even broke a switch off a tree, chased me around the outside of the house till she caught me and whipped me with that branch. But Grandpa - the harshest thing he ever did/said to me was "Goodness Agnes" and often that was just to get me to be quiet so he could hear his baseball game on the old radio that had more static on the broadcasts than anything!
My kids, on the other hand, did get a smack more often than I did but it wasn't an every day occurance and they knew if I was actually angry enough to do that, they were really in big trouble. They didn't realize why I tried to ride herd on them as hard as I did back then, but for the most part, today they do understand it was mainly to keep them out of as many scrapes as I could possibly avert and also, to try to avoid them being labeled any more than absolutely necessary because of being the product of a "single parent family."
Tonight, my older daughter and her fiance came up for supper and my son was also here. Mandy had to work till 7 p.m. so didn't get home to join the "party" (if you want to call our dinner together that).
The older girl, Carrie, is still ticked at her brother because of the episode Christmas Night when he totalled my car. Ok, I'm still very ticked off at him over that too. Carrie also has a tendancy to be very free with dishing out comments to her siblings as well as to me, that were we to say the same thing to her, she might never speak to whoever said what she felt wrong, hurtful, insulting again. OK - dish it out but not take it - yep, that's about her speed a lot of the time.
So tonight, when my son arrived here for supper, she immediately was going to start riding him about anything she could think of but he tried to avert this by telling her to make a deal - pick on each other as much as possible but only to do it in a fun way and surprisingly enough, she agreed to that!
They started to exchange wise cracks back and forth - my son has a very good wit, great sense of humor - and somehow the subject of dysfunctionality popped up. Someone, I don't know who, asked what is the definition of dysfunctionality and I responded to that by said it is 'E.R.T.M.E.R." (That's our surname, you see.) And from there, everything was fair game as long as the wise cracks were done in a "fun tone." They wanted to check and make sure I had taken a zanax today because otherwise, it might not playout that way - fun, you know. And, since I had done that (taken a zanax earlier) I wasn't in an angry or depressed mood. Ok, that angle was covered and things were safe. All went fine until Carrie reached for the white phone on the kitchen wall to make a phone call and I told her she'd have to use the other phone because the kitchen phone is on the line that my computer runs on, therefore, it was busy.
And, she started to get a little off the "fun" track and was ready to slam me about why did the computer have to be on all the damned time anyway? I smiled and reminded her this was to be "fun" nothing bad tonight and she did, for a change, back down a bit, but it was a bit of a close call there for a few seconds, maybe even minutes.
They brought with them tonight though a surprise visitor. Carrie and Robert had the cutest little puppy - about 3 months old - that they brought up here. Seems this puppy had been "rescued" by Robert's brother and his wife but after they got the pup, they decided to split up and where each was moving was a "no pets allowed" place so Carrie and Robert volunteered to "re-rescue" this dog and claimed her for their own, to live and romp and play with the three dogs they already have.
The pup is part cocker and part black lab and is just absolutely adorable. She's white with black ears (like a cockers) and black splotches of fur on the white and her eyes - well, they are different as they have a sort of blue ring around them! Just the sweetest puppy I have seen since the black cocker mix puppy I brought home when I was about 13 years old! I picked her up, cuddling and petting her and I could feel the tears almost ready to burst forth while caressing her. Her name is "Ollie" and I, half-teasing, told Carrie after she explained how they came to acquire her, that if she got the dog house-broken - well maybe - and she knew where I was heading with that too - maybe somehow we could figure out a way to convince Bill, my daughter Mandy's husband, to give it another try to have a dog in the house! He isn't an animal hating person but he isn't an animal lover either of the variety my kids and I are! Dogs, to him, are not meant to live in a person's house - they should have their own house out in the backyard and be tied up there, day in and day out. My kids and I feel much differently - dogs are meant to live inside with their people! End of discussion! Bill tolerates the one cat we have simply because Mandy made it very clear from the beginning of their relationship that the cat was a very high priority party in our home and would remain on the pedestal we've created for her over the 15 years we've had her! He knows, full well, should anything at all happen to that cat and there is the slightest inkling that he might have not done everything possible to be nice to the cat, his happy homelife will end then and there! No questions will be asked, he will just be totally shunned from that time forward, through all eternity as far as my daughter is concerned.
We were curious as to how the baby would respond to the puppy and after the initial lick up the middle of his face and the shock that gave to his system, he seemed to respond very well to the puppy. Maya was asleep on the couch when they arrived but when she woke up and saw this cute little furball bouncing around the room, she immediately made friends with the dog and Ollie with her! They took turns chasing each other - or so it seemed - around the living room and dining room and Maya was giggling virtually all over herself, she was so happy and excited over this little dog!
Will we manage somehow to acquire Ollie for our own? Well, that part still remains to be seen and odds are my desire there will go down the tubes and the pup will stay then with Carrie and Robert. But, boy seeing her here tonight, sure did make me yearn for some of those good old days!
The thing of it is - I do know today what I didn't understand back when I brought the puppy home - my sweet old Duffy - that a puppy, while cute as a button, takes a lot of work, a lot of care, training - extra money for dog food and even more extra funds for lots of new shoes too more often than not! Yeah, I do know all that; I even accept that too.
But at the same time, knowing now too what I didn't know or realize then, a puppy and small children, provided the temperment of the dog is the right type, is one of the very best things you can ever provide in a child's life.
And I wonder if we had this puppy, would it provide a really good outlet to help Maya grow, achieve more of her learning goals by sharing her young life with that of this loveable and so beautiful little puppy!
Cross your fingers, shake the rabbits foot and pray that I don't have to wonder but will maybe, with just enough luck, be able to watch them forge a good solid relationship between a small child and a loving little dog! Dogs are also good for old people to have around themselves too - wonder if my son-in-law might also buy that theory? (I didn't know that then but I DO KNOW that now!)
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Big Mistake!
After reading this, you'll know it's been quite a while since I've taken care of a 3-year-old. I've certainly forgotten the cardinal rule of child care pertaining to toddlers - never leave them unwatched for even a second!
No, Maya didn't do anything that was really dangerous to herself or the household, but it did disrupt me for a good bit.
We've been trying for well over a year here to work with her on a very important issue but I think it is probably more important to those of us here who are the "caretakers" than it is to her. Potty Training!
Yeah, that dreadful part of dealing with little ones, you know. And, considering the difficulties I had 30 plus years ago with my son, I should be more attentive to this, but today, I screwed up.
The potty chair Mandy bought about two years ago -in anticipation of this part of child-rearing - is one that doesn't have a strap of any type on it. Which, for Miss Maya, is a bad thing because getting her to sit still in one spot for even a minute, it next to impossible. Add to that, she has absolutely no interest whatsoever in this potty training thing and well, you can see this is a problem area.
Today, I hit on the idea of finding a way to keep her seated and allowing her to work on the business at hand. I took a belt from her sister, Kate, (age 15) and wound it through the handles of the potty chair, across Maya's legs and lap and buckled it in the back. No danger there to her and it was a good, effective way for me to keep her where I wanted her. I had her confined to the potty chair for almost three hours solid that way.
Now, to some, that may sound like torture, but she was perfectly content to sit there like that, in front of the tv watching the country music channel and the videos on there. And, as long as she wasn't objecting, neither was I and I decided I'd see if somewhere along the way, she would be compelled to do something.
And yes, she did! And yes, I was ecstatic! Almost jumping for joy, really. My gosh, she had finally actually whizzed in there for old grammy! I was praising her, clapping my hands, hollering Yay, yay and she was all smiles too at getting so much praise.
So where did I go wrong?
Well, her mother had gone into town to pick up some things we needed while I was cooking supper and I decided, in my infinite wisdom here, to put the potty chair, still containing this wonderful content, by my computer desk so when Mandy got back home, I could show her what a good little girl her daughter had been for me. And, after placing it there, I went back out to the kitchen to finish making my home-made noodle/dumplings for the ham & bean potpie I have been making all afternoon here.
Listening to Christmas music in the kitchen, rolling out the dough, happy as a lark, I was until I realized it was really quiet in the living room. And yes, I know that is a very bad sign with a toddler on the loose. And yes, it was a not-to-nice thing I discovered that Maya had done too.
There, spread across a good portion of the living room floor was this nice big old wet spot, the little green pot insert from the potty chair sitting right beside it and Miss Maya, who was seated beside this spreading liquid and merrily (but quietly) spreading it around, almost as if she were scrubbing the living room floor with it.
You can bet your bottom dollar, I'll not make that mistake again!
No, Maya didn't do anything that was really dangerous to herself or the household, but it did disrupt me for a good bit.
We've been trying for well over a year here to work with her on a very important issue but I think it is probably more important to those of us here who are the "caretakers" than it is to her. Potty Training!
Yeah, that dreadful part of dealing with little ones, you know. And, considering the difficulties I had 30 plus years ago with my son, I should be more attentive to this, but today, I screwed up.
The potty chair Mandy bought about two years ago -in anticipation of this part of child-rearing - is one that doesn't have a strap of any type on it. Which, for Miss Maya, is a bad thing because getting her to sit still in one spot for even a minute, it next to impossible. Add to that, she has absolutely no interest whatsoever in this potty training thing and well, you can see this is a problem area.
Today, I hit on the idea of finding a way to keep her seated and allowing her to work on the business at hand. I took a belt from her sister, Kate, (age 15) and wound it through the handles of the potty chair, across Maya's legs and lap and buckled it in the back. No danger there to her and it was a good, effective way for me to keep her where I wanted her. I had her confined to the potty chair for almost three hours solid that way.
Now, to some, that may sound like torture, but she was perfectly content to sit there like that, in front of the tv watching the country music channel and the videos on there. And, as long as she wasn't objecting, neither was I and I decided I'd see if somewhere along the way, she would be compelled to do something.
And yes, she did! And yes, I was ecstatic! Almost jumping for joy, really. My gosh, she had finally actually whizzed in there for old grammy! I was praising her, clapping my hands, hollering Yay, yay and she was all smiles too at getting so much praise.
So where did I go wrong?
Well, her mother had gone into town to pick up some things we needed while I was cooking supper and I decided, in my infinite wisdom here, to put the potty chair, still containing this wonderful content, by my computer desk so when Mandy got back home, I could show her what a good little girl her daughter had been for me. And, after placing it there, I went back out to the kitchen to finish making my home-made noodle/dumplings for the ham & bean potpie I have been making all afternoon here.
Listening to Christmas music in the kitchen, rolling out the dough, happy as a lark, I was until I realized it was really quiet in the living room. And yes, I know that is a very bad sign with a toddler on the loose. And yes, it was a not-to-nice thing I discovered that Maya had done too.
There, spread across a good portion of the living room floor was this nice big old wet spot, the little green pot insert from the potty chair sitting right beside it and Miss Maya, who was seated beside this spreading liquid and merrily (but quietly) spreading it around, almost as if she were scrubbing the living room floor with it.
You can bet your bottom dollar, I'll not make that mistake again!
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Give Me The Knitting Needle (and no one will be hurt)
Remember a few blogs back where I mentioned I like to knit? Well, did I bother to mention one thing I hate to do with knitting projects is fix errors. And, I especially don't like to deal with a whole row of errors either. And, that is pretty much what I had to do tonight!
I was cooking supper and had stuff going on the stove that didn't need to be attended to it by standing over it, stirring constantly, so decided I would sit back and knit a bit - work on a sweater project I started about a week or two ago. I have the back done and am working on the front - only had six more rows to do in the stockingette stitch before I would be able to begin my neckline decreases. Yea! I was making good progress - for me, anyway.
Well, the buzzer went off in the kitchen so I put my knitting - in progress - down on the end table and giving it no further thought, headed to the stove. I wasn't out there any more than five minutes when here comes my sweet little granddaughter, Miss Maya (age 3), handing me not one knitting needle, but both of them! And, of course, there was no yarn attached to either one, I must add.
Well, that immediately struck fear into my old heart! I could feel the beats quickening as I yelled at the kid "OH NO!" And, of course, at that, she off and running with the needles in hand.
Her dad jumped up - as did her 15-year-old sister - both who had been seated in the living room in full viewing range of where my knitting project had been left on the end table and neither of them was aware that the little munchkin had just done a major no-no to the sweater I'm making. Hopefully, it will be for her to boot! (But granted she's too little to give a rat's you know what about old Grammie slaving away in her blindness, trying to make a pretty little pullover just for her sweet little angel!)
After supper, when I had calmed down adequately, I picked up the knitting to see how much damage had been done. Went through and put the stitches back on the needle and fortunately only about 4, maybe 5 of them had begun to unravel to the row below so I was able to correct for that potential for dropped stitch damage then quite easily enough.
Let that be a lesson to me for future knitting or crochet projects now too - nothing is safe or sacred to a three-year-old! Always put things like that up and away, well out of reach of little inquiring minds and sticky fingers.
And, in the process, make damned sure you remember where the hell you hid the project then too!
I was cooking supper and had stuff going on the stove that didn't need to be attended to it by standing over it, stirring constantly, so decided I would sit back and knit a bit - work on a sweater project I started about a week or two ago. I have the back done and am working on the front - only had six more rows to do in the stockingette stitch before I would be able to begin my neckline decreases. Yea! I was making good progress - for me, anyway.
Well, the buzzer went off in the kitchen so I put my knitting - in progress - down on the end table and giving it no further thought, headed to the stove. I wasn't out there any more than five minutes when here comes my sweet little granddaughter, Miss Maya (age 3), handing me not one knitting needle, but both of them! And, of course, there was no yarn attached to either one, I must add.
Well, that immediately struck fear into my old heart! I could feel the beats quickening as I yelled at the kid "OH NO!" And, of course, at that, she off and running with the needles in hand.
Her dad jumped up - as did her 15-year-old sister - both who had been seated in the living room in full viewing range of where my knitting project had been left on the end table and neither of them was aware that the little munchkin had just done a major no-no to the sweater I'm making. Hopefully, it will be for her to boot! (But granted she's too little to give a rat's you know what about old Grammie slaving away in her blindness, trying to make a pretty little pullover just for her sweet little angel!)
After supper, when I had calmed down adequately, I picked up the knitting to see how much damage had been done. Went through and put the stitches back on the needle and fortunately only about 4, maybe 5 of them had begun to unravel to the row below so I was able to correct for that potential for dropped stitch damage then quite easily enough.
Let that be a lesson to me for future knitting or crochet projects now too - nothing is safe or sacred to a three-year-old! Always put things like that up and away, well out of reach of little inquiring minds and sticky fingers.
And, in the process, make damned sure you remember where the hell you hid the project then too!
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