In the jumble of about twenty often-useless words she knows ('wow' and 'cool'), she's also picked up "book". I gave her a new one the other day, and she carried it with her all afternoon, telling everyone "Book!" and paging through it over and over, even when we were changing her diaper.
As the husbeast put it, "Definitely your kid."
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The sleeve continues. I'm quite enjoying a round (or ninety) of nearly mindless knitting.
You can see where the cuff bells out a bit; I wanted something graceful without worrying too much about what I'd drag the sleeve through. I think I got the right balance of length and practicality. Unfortunately the cast-on is all weird and ruffly, so as usual I'm going to pick it out and put in a different edge.
I've decided to go back to my original plan for the year, which was to keep two sweaters going at all times; one an original and one from a pattern (or adapted from a pattern). That way I can produce some new patterns without completely losing my mind. It also covers the Christmas knitting; I'm doing one original (I think) and one adaptation. Maybe. Probably. Unless I change my mind. Which never happens, right?
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With the Baby more mobile and vocal than ever before, the cat has, to put it lightly, freaked out. And guess who her security blanket is? Of course. Me. The one she bites. (Some day I'd LOVE an explanation of cat psychology; I suspect it has a lot to do with feeling superior and abusing those that love you most.)
Most days are spent with her face mashed against my foot, desperately trying to ignore the Baby while she sleeps. Nights are spent with free run of the house, flinging kitty litter all over the floor and scratching the shit out of her scratching post and killing giant cockroaches that she leaves in the middle of the kitchen for me to find, while half awake, the next morning (often by stepping on them barefoot). It's the first time since I adopted Sekhmet that she's been noctournal. Normally she sleeps at night with me, and spends the days awake, running through the house.
Poor kitty. I wish I could nap like that.
5 comments:
the idea of a two year old declaring 'cool' and 'wow' just kills me. My neice said, 'dude' from a very young age.
Two sweaters at once? You're a machine.
Poor cat, it has Toddler Trauma. It's so exciting when your kids start to behave more like sentient beings, isn't it? We've always reckoned that when you can play a card game with them, without throwing your game, you've made it!
Ah, wait until she reacts to something you've said to someone else - it really shows that she's understanding what you're saying. And you tell everyone. More than once (or maybe that's just me!)
You want to nap like Sekhmet? When you can mash your forehead against your ankle, get someone to take pictures, ok?
Poor cat.
Ah, new words. Wait until she says, "Sekhmet, you fucker!"
are the bites hard or are they more like nibbles? I've had cats that thought that little nibbles and licks were okay because they were cleaning me or something. I've also had cats that told me "no don't do that" with a bite and then a lick as if to say "don't take this the wrong way, I was just letting you know that I didn't want you doing that." Perhaps I read too much into cat behaviour though
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