Ballet Sweater With Picture!

I mentioned earlier that I had finished this, but I was busy getting ready for a family vacation and hadn't taken a picture yet. This is actually the best picture I have of it. Unfortunately it doesn't show up well in black over a black dress. It did turn out great and my mother-in-law and sister-in-law both loved it. They were hinting that they'd each love one, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to make 2 more.

Our vacation went well even though I was really sick while trying to pack for it. I felt better a few days into the cruise, but didn't get in as much crocheting as I'd hoped. I spent the time chasing my little girl around the ship instead. We had a great time though and I'm very grateful to my in-laws for helping watch the kids so my cute hubby and I could have some child-free time. And for paying for the cruise too. I hope they have as many wonderful memories as we do.

Lunchtime at My House...

Here’s how lunch went for me today. I actually let my 4 year old pick between leftovers and sandwiches. He went with the nacho leftovers from last night. We did have to open a new can of olives though. There are never olive leftovers at our house. We have been known to go through more than one can during dinner. Keep in mind that the biggest olive eaters at our house are the munchkin-sized ones. My not quite 2 year old can eat over half a can all by herself. If you’ve ever had an olive lover in diapers, you’ll understand why we refer to olives as black beetles.

So, I’m peacefully eating my lunch as my toddler is crushing tortilla chips and dumping them on the floor. My cute hubby refers to the area beneath her chair as her food storage and has realized that trying to keep it clean is a loosing battle. Just as she asks for her water (keep in mind it’s not in a sippy cup), my almost 5 year old informs me that he needs 4 more olives. Knowing him, I ask to see the hand he’s hiding behind his back. He just smiles and asks for 4 more olives. After asking a few more times to see his hidden hand (with no results), I give in and dish out 4 more olives. Then I ask to see the hand again. His has olives stuck on 4 of his 5 fingers.

Back to sister, she has dumped the water on her tray and is trying to lap it up like a puppy. Now you see why it was just water. I’m wondering if the sour cream that her hair is falling into will leave her hair crunchy or work more like a natural conditioner. Her last bath was only 2 hours ago, so I’m really hoping for the natural conditioner. So I hand her a napkin in hopes that she’ll soak up some of the water from her tray with it. Don’t laugh, it occasionally works.

Then there’s olive boy. He now has the newest 4 olives on the second hand and is doing battle between the two hands. Apparently olives make excellent helmets for warring bands of fingers. Oh well, at least he’s not blowing bubbles in his water anymore.

And the other little mess maker (good thing she’s so cute –all kids need a redeeming value or two) is shredding her water soaked napkin and throwing it on the floor.

And me? I’m trying to listen to soothing Christmas music and wondering why Grandma has 14 copies of Away in a Manger on her iPod. Two of which are by the same group. We all need our little escapes, right?

Lunch is over. The mess is still there. My son is already asking for a snack and doesn’t seem to understand that if you finish lunch you won’t be hungry 10 minutes later. I’ve learned that logic doesn’t work well with young children. Soon it will be naptime for the youngest and I’ll finally get to shower. I do love my life. I love it even more when I don’t have to wait until “someday” to look back laugh at it.

Ballet Sweater Finished!

I finished the Ballet Sweater from Crochet Me. I'm excited about how it turned out. I was worried about it all fitting together with the adjustments I made, but it worked out nicely. Instead of having it tie closed, I added buttons. I don't have time to post a picture right now, but I promise to add one when I can!

When I showed my cute hubby, he admitted that he hadn't really been able to picture what I had been talking about while I was making the sweater. He hears the word crochet and kind of tunes out, assuming that it's beyond his understanding. But he listens politely and offers his advice based on who knows what. So when I showed him the finished product, a light went on and he could finally see what I had been trying to explain to him. He said something like "Wow! That looks really stylish (he had trouble coming up with the right word and actually called it sexy first). It looks like something you could buy at Nordstroms." I'm assuming that's a compliment.