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Repeat after me...I love them, I love them

I really, really, really love them. They are more important than my Christmas present, they are definitely more important than my new TV. But, why, why? Why, oh why did they had to break it!! I do love them, I do, I do. They are the cutest, most adorable tykes in the world. At this moment, I am fuming! I sure love them. It is not their fault. They are little and do not understand that only 1 DVD goes in not 2 or 3. I love them. I do love them. I will hug them instead of going all nuts about it.

I just arrived from the gym, my adrenaline is going, hubby just announced to me that the kiddos broke my TV. I do love them. I do. I do. The only thing that I could do to calm my nerves is to go downstairs and just chill...and thus this post came about. I do love them. They are more important than the TV. 20 years from now, the TV won't mattered but they will. I do love them. But I am hurt, I am hurt because they like to play with my "toys" and usually break them. Why can't they play with their toys? I do love them. Repeat after me: I love them. I will hug them and kiss them and let them know I love them.

Currently, crossing my fingers that hubby can fix it. Please.

**Latest update: Hubby couldn't fix it. He opened the back up but then the DVD section was all sealed with different tapes and he thought it was best to leave the tape intact in case it voided the warranty. I was so bombed out that I stood in front of the TV for awhile and kept pressing the "eject" button over and over, after awhile, the dvd player started making some noises like a wild animal on its last moments, then I got mad and hit it on the back and pressed "eject" again and it spitted its contents out! I couldn't believe it! I haven't tried to put another DVD in there for fear that it will get stuck but for now at least there is nothing stuck inside of it.

BTW: I sure love my little tykes! They keep me on my toes.

Ring, ring, are you gonna get that?

You are ready to start shooting some pictures of your latest knitted item, and then ring, ring, ring, you hear the phone ring, you look for it everywhere, then you get close to the sound, really, really close, and yet you can find it! You pull out every single item out of the piece of furniture where the noise is coming from and yet no phone. You ask the kids and they just shake their head and look down at their feet. You could call your cell phone to find it, but you only have one phone. Then finally, a moment of realization, you bend down and look...and you find:

You guessed it! Someone decided that it will go well in the VCR, unfortunately, no Dora or Diego flashed in the big square box. I am still trying to find the guilty one!

Catching up

The baby is on the mend. She finally woke up today with a hearty appetite. She had 2, not 1, but 2 yogurts for breakfast. She is still acting a bit wonky, but she is looking much better and despite going to bed at 3am, she had a good night's sleep. She slept well and looong--she didn't wake til noon today! Now, it would have been perfect, except B woke up early so I had to get up and take care of him. Responsibilities...bahumbug! I remember the lazy days when I could sleep all day long, or whenever I felt tired.

I picked up the cutest little knitting knoddy last week at Yarn Today. I brought it home and it was instantly pried from my hands. He believes he is knitting, I don't have a heart to tell him that he is not. He has taken tons of yarn out of my closet and started winding it around the knitting knoddy. Again, he asked if I can take him knitting with me. He is really softning my heart, one of these days, I am going to break down and take him with me.

I really think that my hobbies are sinking in...I hope it is a good thing and I am not doing him any harm. I guess, we will see in the years to come...if he asks for some yarn for Christmas, then I'll know.

I have been playing around in designing a little round bag on the knitting looms, Caracolito is almost there, except, I want it bigger, maybe with a longer handle. What do you think, like it, not really?

Babies should come with a book

Little N has been sick for the past two weeks. She started with a regular cold. I thought she was getting better, but after almost two weeks, her cold didn't go away. Then, Saturday night, she started crying in the middle of the night (something extremely rare for her), I cradled her close to me and despite her burning little body, she just cuddled right next to me. I didn't know what was wrong, I presumed it was just her cold. Then, the cold got worse on Sunday. She spend all day with me at home, she refused to eat and was acting lethargic, just barely getting off my arms to walk around and play with B. Then again, last night, she cried in the middle of the night, no fever this time, but she woke up crying, a cry that could only describe pain. I held her close and rocked her for most of the night. She finally succumbed to sleep, but she again woke with the same cry. I knew in my heart that something was wrong, she is always of good disposition, a little one whom always has a smile and a "bye, bye" for you.

Morning came and I told hubby that I was sure that little N had an earache. Since he suffered from terrible ear infections when he was a child and he still remembers the pain, he quickly suggested to make an appointment for her. I held back thinking that I will look like an idiot if I went to the doctor and the diagnosis was just a cold! But, I gave in and made the appointment.

Diagnosis: An infection in each ear. The left one is very red---probably on the verge of bursting. Right now, she sleeps. She has medication and some Motrin to help ease the pain. But, she woke a couple of minutes ago, crying inconsolably. I tried holding her in different forms, but she couldn't stand the pain. We tried placing warm towels near her ears to help ease the pain, but that didn't help. Finally, I just placed the palm of my hand against her right ear and her left ear right against my chest. She was able to go back to sleep. Right now, she is sleeping peacefully. I hope it lasts all night long and that she wakes with a renewed little ear and ready to eat lots and play lots.

I will tell you a deep secret about me...and please don't laugh.....Every time my children get sick, I am on the verge of tears. I am afraid I will lose them. I can't tell you the number of times I cried holding little B thinking that for sure that was the last time I was going to have him in my arms. Now, I have the fear in a double dose. I wonder if this is normal....maybe I do need to go see a quack.

Moral of the story: If you are a mom and your gut tells you something, go with it! I learned my lesson. I should have taken little N to the doctor's on Saturday. I could have saved her the current pain. Bad mommy, bad mommy.

Back tomorrow with some knitting updates! Now, I will go get some rest too, pulling all nighters are hard now.

Oh, Pickles!!!

B: Come see it...Mommmmmm (imagine whining voice)

Me: I can't right now.

B: Come see it...

Me: I can't right now

N: mumbling something that sounds like B is playing with your knitting needles

B: Come see it...MOOOOOM

Me: I can't right now, I am cleaning up-(glancing over the couch to see-B is surely playing pick up sticks with all my dpns). I shake my  head and tell him to put them away. He leaves them on the floor for me to pick up.

B: Mooooom, I have to go potty

Me: Ok, well goooo, hurry

B: I can't open the door Mom

Me: Yes, you can, just open it

B: No, I am little

N: Stretches up, can't reach, goes to get the little stool, steps on it reaches and opens the door for B

Me: Thank you, Nyah.

B: (Goes potty, comes back out) Moooom, I am hungry, make me a sandwich

Me: Ok, what type--peanut butter and jelly, or ham? (opening the fridge door)

Fridge door gets stuck. Fridge door opens about 5 inches and CRASHHH. Pickles all over the darn floor! Glass flying everywhere! My house is a major sandwich--at least it smells like it now! One thing, I am grateful--that it wasn't the molasses jar! It has been a long week....good thing tonight is Knitter's Nite.  Oh--no freaking sandwiches for us today, instead we had chocolate cake!! Somedays I wish I could just hide under the bed covers and sleep all day through.......