After I put her in the orange pullover, she brought me the blue shrug and asked for it, too. Obviously she is my daughter.
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I woke up wanting pancakes. Considering the way I’ve felt all week, I took this as a good sign and decided to make pancakes. But I didn’t want just any old pancakes, so I poked around a little and found this recipe for Swedish pancakes at Posie Gets Cozy. I changed it up a bit, using whole wheat flour and my usual mix of yogurt and water for the milk. I used a little less than a cup of flour since wheat absorbs more liquid than white.
They came out lovely, with that slightly nutty flavor that wheat has, and I might have eaten all of them if I didn’t have such excellent self-control. (Okay, I had Grace shrieking for a bite, which slowed me down enough for my better sense to take back over.)
The best part was the sauce I made. I sprinkled each one with a tiny bit of sugar when it came out of the pan, and when I ate them I dipped them in a sauce that is equal parts raspberry jam and lemon juice. YUM.
Ever wonder how AT-ATs work? Wonder no more.
So I am in bed, watching Buffy season 3 on Hulu even though I’d rather be watching season 2 (the DVDs are upstairs, which I’m sure you understand is too far away) and it occurs to me:
Faith = Eliza Dushku, Canadian.
Scott Hope = Fab Filippo, Canadian
Mr. Trick = K. Todd Freeman, Texan.
I am torn between wishing they’d completed the trifecta and cast a Canadian as Mr. Trick, and loving that they pulled on over on us by casting a Houstonite. GOOD ONE, MUTANT ENEMY.
…These are the things I contemplate when I have a stomach bug that won’t go away.
ETA: I got it wrong! Eliza Dushku is not Canadian at all! I am carrying on a conversation with myself all about it down in the comments.
Check it out, guys–I made a sweater pattern. It’s a baby/child’s cardigan called Emmett.
It uses my new favorite yarn, Spud & Chloe Sweater, but you can substitute any worsted weight yarn you like. I definitely recommend something with wool content if possible! I originally swatched for this project (over two years ago!) with Cascade 220.
The size range is 0-3 months up to 10 years. The sweater is meant to be fairly close-fitting (about one inch positive ease*), so if you live in a colder climate and it’s likely to be worn over many layers, perhaps make one size up. Grace and Sam wear theirs over t-shirts (long or short sleeves) and it’s the perfect outer layer here in Los Angeles.
*that’s one inch compared to the average size charts, so Sam’s sweater fits with about 2.5 inches ease even though he’s already outgrowing it length-wise. These kids and their non-standard bodies!
Although it is not technically required, I have given express permission for hand-knitted items made from my pattern to be sold. I want to see Emmetts all over Etsy, okay?
Want to knit one (or six)? 
(For “cat,” please read, “little sister.” Thank you.)
This afternoon Grace took a second nap and Sam and I got some rare one-on-one time.
We built a huge castle, using these blocks (we have two large sets), and then we knocked it down with Sam’s amazing, handmade catapult (the artist who made it does not have a website, unfortunately). After that I tried building tall, skinny structures with regular blocks. He is so good at aiming that catapult that he knocked every single one down on the first try, except for ONE which he got on the second try.
This? Is homeschool preschool. And I think it is awesome.
So. Remember that time I thought it was a good idea to knit lace on the bus?
My main goals for Stash Pact were to organize my stash and to finish my WIPs (works in progress). So far I have organized my fabric and finished a handful of knits.
I also might perhaps have cast on a shawlette yesterday. IT’S NOT MY FAULT. See, I finished all the projects that could be bus knitting and I had to get on the bus and the yarn was already wound and everybody knows you shouldn’t wind yarn until you’re ready to use it so it was practically a WIP anyway.
Of course, it was a shawlette. Which means lace. Which means that my bus knitting consisted of casting on, knitting the first three rows, ripping out, casting on again, knitting four rows, ripping out, casting on again…
GOOD TIMES.
Sam keeps asking me that and it’s breaking my heart into pieces.
For Christmas, we spent nearly $50 getting him LEGO Batman and Robin minifigs. The sets are discontinued, so we paid $40 for just the figures plus $5 shipping on each. They might be replaceable, but for at least the same amount of money again, and the price will probably go up as time goes by.
They’ve been missing for at least a week.
I hope hope HOPE that they are somewhere in the house, but frankly I don’t even know where to look. When they first went missing, I thought I had put them somewhere. I remember stowing them away safely when Sam brought them in the car one day–maybe in my purse–but they aren’t anywhere I’ve looked (which is all the places I think I would have put them). I don’t know where in the house Sam would leave them. He has a habit of just dropping whatever he’s playing with on the floor.
In the last two days, Grace has been trying to put things–toys–in the trash can. If she was doing this before we noticed, they could be long gone.
I want to find them, and if they’re gone I want to find $50 to replace them. Both seem unlikely right now. I never thought I’d be this worried over Batman.
EDIT: I am not exaggerating even a tiny bit, my sister found them TWO SECONDS after I published this.
People say things to me all the time along the lines of, “Wow, two must be so much harder than one!” Mostly I laugh at them because it is not. It is different than one. It is sometimes more taxing than one. But it is also better than one in a lot of ways.
Today, however.
This morning Sam begged me to take him to the playground. Grace, however, was exhausted and asking to nurse. She fell asleep and Sam had to stay here.
After Grace woke up, Sam asked to watch a movie. After it was on, Grace asked to go outside.
Head, meet desk.
This morning I caught Grace walking around in careless circles, with one shoulder (her right) hunched up to her ear and her body accordingly crooked, laughing and laughing. It was adorable and ridiculous.
You may recall that Sam had a few silly walks. Or you might have forgotten, as I had.
I am so glad that I have this blog to help me remember stuff. It is almost tempting to go full-on Mommy Blog and just brag* about the two of them every day. I won’t, but it’s tempting.
*I shouldn’t have to say this, but: I do not think other mommy bloggers do nothing but brag. I’m saying that if I only posted about Sam and Grace, I would end up bragging a lot.
