Why is it that whenever I am nursing Knittybaby and he is just about asleep that Little Man has to get into something? Tonight it was the plunger in the toilet, and the thing is I know it’s his plan to try to get me out of the rocking chair. The question is always, how bad of a mess will it be? Do I risk it, get Knittybaby to sleep and then go check? Or do I give in and see what he’s up to and then start all over again with Knittybaby?
“Mom, I plugged up the toilet!”
(Oh jeeze, with what?) “That’s a job for a grown-up…please wait and I’ll be right there.”
“No, I want to do it!”
I hear splashing sounds, flushing, and the rolling of toilet paper. Knittybaby’s eyes have been closed for about 30 seconds, this could get bad…what’s the worst case scenario? I ponder, and the answer comes as suddenly I hear thumping sounds and see a wet plunger is now being waved about my head from the staircase. I plop Knittybaby in the swing in hope that he will magically fall asleep, retrieve plunger, wipe floor, discuss rules of plunger use, and thank God that the toilet was not plugged and had actually been flushed before he decided to plunge. And now Knittybaby is wide awake.
Which is why I don’t have my baby blanket swatch to show off to you tonight. Sigh. But I do have a picture of the lovely crocheted baby blanket that a dear family friend gave us last week. I have known her since I was Little Man’s age, and though I rarely see her and her family anymore she has still given me a blanket for both my boys. I love that it has orange in it!
Finally, things have been a little grim around this blog with Knittybaby’s bad news, so I’ve decided it’s time for a little fun. Contest coming soon!!!
(Sorry for the poor lighting lately. I’ve got to work on that!)