If you are one of those people with a phobia of balloons bursting, don’t follow this link. It could give you nightmares.

A website that combines Knitting (and other crafts) with Doctor Who. What a relief.

1. I am knitting away on E’s sweater–I adore the pattern and the yarn, so I’m loving this project.

2. I’ve finished the Christmas socks for E–have cast on the Christmas socks for I-6. Photos will be posted soon.

3. The March dishcloth is not going well. At some point, I didn’t increase or decrease where I should have and was a stitch short. I frogged it and will start it again later.

4. We went to a kid’s birthday party yesterday. A great time was had by all. Last night, I-6 had some questions about the birthday girl. I’ve transcribed the entire converstion verbatum because it was so funny:

“Mommy, is she five now?” he asked.
“Yes, she is five,” I replied.
“What comes after five?”
“Six.”
“What comes after six?”
“Seven,” I say. I’m also starting to feel impatient because he is supposed to be going to sleep.
He continues, “what comes after seven?”
So, ready to end this, I say, “Take a guess.”
“43?”

I guess time is fluid when you’re 5. It’s also funny because the birthday kid really is 5 going on 43.

5. Perusing the blogs, I found this. Kind of fun. Apparantly, 1,397,854 people in US have the first name Jennifer. Only I have my last name.

This morning I am waiting for E to poop. Yes, you read that right. Late yesterday afternoon, E swallowed something. I thought it might have been a toy, but wasn’t sure. So, I packed him (and some knitting) up and headed over to the ER.

They were busy. Our recent snow and ice storm had people out on the sledding slopes, so there were many kids (and adults!) with banged up faces and broken wrists. We waited. E slept. I knitted. We were there about two and a half hours before they came to take us for an x-ray. The x-ray tech was cryptic. When I asked if they saw anything, he said the doctor would discuss it with me. I prepared for the worst.

Then more waiting. I tried knitting, but E was awake by then, so I chased him around the gurney instead. We played peek-a-boo with the curtain that was supposed to provide us with some privacy. I made him an exam-glove balloon. We waited some more.

The doctor came in and I steeled myself. “It’s a screw,” she announced.

Luckily, it had already passed into his small bowel. So now, we wait.

UPDATE–We didn’t have to wait long. He passed the screw while I was blogging. Hooray!

The sound a 5 year old makes about 10 seconds before he throws up is enough to wrench a co-sleeping mother from the deepest of sleep. It takes only slightly longer than 10 seconds for that same mother to race to the kitchen and return with a bowl into which the 5 year old can make his deposit. I wouldn’t be complaining too much if he had managed to get out of bed. At least it would’ve been on the floor. I would have been able to just clean it up and get back into bed and sleep another hour or so. No. Instead, he just leaned over the edge of the top bunk and vomited all over my comforter. Of course, there was considerable spillage onto my mattress, too. *sigh* I am thankful, however, that he didn’t get me or the baby.

Since my washing machine is too small to handle my comfortor, we ended up at the laundry mat directly after services today. I guess it wasn’t too bad. My guys had a great time playing with another kid who was there. We would have gotten out of there much sooner if I had remembered how to work the washing machines at a laundry mat. I’ve gotten spoiled, having my own laundry here at home.

I was going to say that the good news is I got a start on my dishcloth at the coin-op, but the baby just pulled it off the needles and I will have to restart it. Damn.