new toy

I got a new toy in the mail yesterday - a ball winder. Did I get to use it? Well, yes and no. It did get used, just not by me. I did get a new cake of yarn out of it and got to see the new swift in action.

Everyone get in on the winding

My parents brought the Westie (named Minnie Pearl) to visit too. She and the youngest watched it rain for a while. It amazes me sometimes what babies find fascinating.

This was too cute not to share.

Dogs!

This might be one of the best knit sweaters that I've ever seen. Go check it out. Someone's got a great imagination.


Remember the exploding dog I spoke of in my last post? Well here she is in all her Chow/Shepard fuzzybutt goodness:

Hi, I'm Jette and my hobbies are exploding and chasing cats

I'm also into begging for whatever you're eating

And this is her furry counterpart, Cessna, the Spaniel/Beagle alpha dog. Yes, we named our dogs after airplanes. We figured Jette was bigger and faster and Cessna was smaller and slower and somehow the names just stuck. We had Jette first and someone else had already named her. When we brought Cessna home from the pound, she just sort of took over the leadership position and now runs the entire household.

Hi I'm Cessna, but you may call me boss mama

First, Next and Last

First Up: Child update - better, but not all there yet. All I'll say about that.

Next Up: Consignment sale madness is here! Check out the wreck of a dining room. Imagine the opposite side of the room and the back wall and most of the dining room table looking roughly the same and you'll have an accurate picture of what I am trying to sort, enter on a spreadsheet and tag. AAAAHHH! And this is just the winter stuff folks. There's almost as much summer clothing in the attic. Ick! Please ignore any dog hair that you see on the floor. She exploded on the floor. (She's a chow mix and it's really frickin' hot here and instead of shedding outside she did it inside in about two hours. God help me.) I promise it's been cleaned up. I have to try (really hard) and look at it like it's black roving as I vacuum it up or I'll completely gross out. Thank goodness the rest of the house is hard wood or tile. Can we please get those organization, cleaning people from tv to come clean this mess up? Also, the dog whisperer guy while we're at it. Maybe he can train her to roll and shed somewhere besides my dining room carpet. The rest of the house looks quite different. just so you know.

Help!

Last Up: Knitting! If you've read the previous couple of installments in my life, you will know why this sock is going so slowwwwlllyyyy. So, here to brighten up the sock with a little luxury is an emerald green velvet background. Of course the sock is inside out, cause I wanted it that way. That's just how I roll dude.

More for the hypochondriacs

Update: Well, last night was not fun for Mommy. Youngest's temperature spiked at 105.5. We were up with him watching the Wiggles in the middle of the night while giving him a sponge-bath and filling him up with Tylenol. He's back down to 101 and much better as of this morning. Not completely happy, but not listless anymore.

More for the hypochondriacs out there: Who Is Sick? Here's the write up for it:

"Misery loves company, and if you're a sicko who can't find any good real-world company, you can now turn to the virtual world with the Who Is Sick? database. This fun beta site maps out illnesses, showing you who's got what (runny nose, cough, fever, headache, muscle ache, stomach ache, or whatever) and where. It's a beta site, so the interface can be buggy at times, and it's hit or miss whether any sickies have joined up yet from your neighborhood. Still, it's a good little time-waster-and when you're sick, it can be oddly comforting to know that others nearby are suffering the same symptoms."

Obviously, knitting is down to a crawl at this point. I am in the middle of the heel now though.

hy·po·chon·dri·a

hy·po·chon·dri·a (hī'pə-kŏn'drē-ə)
n.

1. The persistent conviction that one is or is likely to become ill, often involving symptoms when illness is neither present nor likely, and persisting despite reassurance and medical evidence to the contrary. Also called hypochondriasis.
2. Plural of hypochondrium.

I may be one of the worst hypochondriacs in known existence. If someone around me sneezes, has the sniffles, has a temperature (that's a fever for those of you not raised in the south), has aches and pains, headaches, etc. I start feeling some of those same symptoms. All too often I manage to talk myself into being sick. It's tragic, I swear.

Why do I bring this up you ask? At around 2:30 am, the youngest child alarm went off. He was inconsolable and burning up at 102 degrees. I got lucky and got him back to sleep in his own bed at around 3:30. Today he was absolutely horrible to live with. Still had a temperature, had a runny nose, was grumpy and Mommy could do no right.

By 5pm I could swear I was starting to get the same symptoms! Jeez. That's just what I need.

I would have gotten a picture of the little miserable creature, but I was afraid that if I got my camera out he would pretend to be one of those arrogant superstars that grab cameras and smash them. Besides, it's hard to grab a camera when you have to hold a 20 month old all day.

UPDATE (11:59pm): Two hours ago we were frantically trying to get his temp. down from 105 degrees. It worked somewhat (much better), it's around 100 degrees now. Depending on how well he sleeps, you might be getting another update in a few hours. PS - the hubby just started complaining of phantom aches, it totally cracked me up. There's two of us in the house!