Knitting with a caveman

Things are heating up around here this March Break. Arthur got out the playmobil guys and made this movie. Very slow knitting by me. Too bad about the old icky stain on the footstool, which shows up a bit too much with the flash....

Update on March Break

I pass by this blog once in a while, and am always disappointed that no one has updated it. Oh, that's my job!?

Monday, Toronto Islands, Arthur and friend working on taming the ice floes. They got wet, but not tooooo wet.


And a nice blue/grey/white view. We actually saw a robin, too!

Tuesday, a bit of shopping, and make-your-own-pizza night.

Today, we bought an enormous lasagna at the store and then went to the museum and then came home and realised we need to cook the lasagna for 2 hours. Lucky Arthur got a huge collection of Loony Tunes on DVD for his birthday, so that will entertain them till dinner at 8 pm.

Tomorrow, who knows?

Getting older

I bunged up my back. I think I must have done it while bowling at Arthur's tenth birthday party.

He's ten, which is pretty grown-up, but I am even older, now limping with my hand on my sacroiliac...

If we all bowled with the elegant style of Elaine, one side would not get overworked, I think!

Since it's his birthday, I can't really nag all day long, "Do your homework, don't you have a test tomorrow, what about that book report..." so I made a bunch of bits of paper with chores and fun things written on them, like the old job jar.

So first he picked out "Lego" and had to put together the new Lego set he got for his birthday.

Then he tried again, and was forced to "watch a movie." I'm sure I also wrote things like "study for social studies test" and "write out times tables" but he's so far evaded those! Maybe we'll try one more time... Hey, maybe I'll take the other fun things out of the mix!

These are addictive

I took my first little hat to a mommies' party the other day, and, well, after the S'mores, I'm sure it was the hit of the evening. A couple of people were even keen to knit some.

And then I made another, and more and more!

I've got one more hat's worth of this yarn left, and then what? Find another bag of scraps in the closet, or perhaps move on to something else. I can certainly see myself churning out another dozen, but perhaps that would be crazy!

(And I won't take any more flash pictures on the black footstool.)

My hat-knitting was interrupted this weekend by a house full of little girls. It was Elaine's 7th birthday.

(I think she's decided that we are okay parents, after all, by the way, but she hasn't taken the sign off her door...)

We played Pass the Parcel and Tape the Hat on the Clown and Poisoned Sweet and Musical Statues and ate popcorn, carrots, cheese, candy, cake and strawberries.

No one cried the entire time, not even Stephen, and Arthur got to wear his party shirt, and zip-off pants with one leg long and one leg short. So, a good time!

Could this be eye candy?

Elaine's looking for some new perfect parents. Know any?