The workshop was in full force last night. The saws in the basement were buzzing and the sewing machine was humming. Carols were playing and we were on schedule.
Then Knittybaby woke up. And puked. And puked some more. And kept on puking. The little guy is sitting on my lap right now, probably getting ready to puke. I’m really not sure which is worse, seeing my poor baby so sick and confused, (because really, how scary must it be to puke when you’re that little?) or, cleaning him and everything up after each time he gets sick. OK, seeing him sick is the worst but the mess is a close second.
Keep your fingers crossed that this passes quickly and that the rest of us don’t get it too. The word around Minneapolis is that this one lasts for days. Christmas is so close. I can handle a slight change of plans, a gift or two that isn’t finished, but puking? On Christmas? Uh-uh.
Sorry for the incredible lack of handmade goodness on this blog lately. I promise, a major show and tell really is coming!