Feeling the Love

I took Genea with me to my local yarn store a few Saturdays ago. I was a little apprehensive about taking her. It's a small, tightly crowded store with very friendly and sociable people. Assertive and persistent sociable people. Genea is highly suspicious of all the people she has never met, and quite frankly I am not too fond of excessively talky people. All I needed was one set of circular needles in a size 5 though. It would be really super duper hard for me to go into a yarn store and only look at needles and then leave, but when you are the parent sometimes you have to make these sacrifices. Besides, my yarn stash is huge as it is. Even though the owner has massive, fantastic sales. Whatever. I mean, I have seen Noro on sale there. Okay!

So I saw the needle display right off the bat, but somehow a skein of chunky wool tweed jumped out from under a rack and dragged Genea and I straight to the back of the store where the massive and fantastic sale shelves are. It was scary at first but we learned quickly to just sort of skate with it and let the yarn lead us. As I was being forced to peruse clearance yarn, Genea commented on what she thought I should buy. I agreed with her but let her know we didn't have that much money.

Then I said, "Maybe I should go get a job". To which she replied "NOOoooo!". "Why not?" I asked her, "then I could afford to buy up all this yarn!"

She looked at me for a second and it seemed like egg beaters were frothing up her brain and she said... "because you would miss all the fun!".
Oh. Okay then.

As it turns out, someone stole most of January and all of February and somehow all of a sudden April is next up and my niece is going to be coming out into the world any time and so I have monstrous amounts of baby knitting to DO! RIGHT! NOW!

Also a few weeks ago, I was driving Teena home from swim class. Teena is the type of child who feels like if she is awake she should be talking and her favorite place of all to talk is in the car. Trapped audience is my theory. But as much as that child will yammer the ears right off your head at home, it is triple bad in the car. Makes you want to reach inside your ear with a crochet hook and pull out the stapes! So as one might imagine, she was talking. She was talking about the car behind us that had pulled ahead of us from the side. Look at that car Mama, it just went really fast and got ahead of us and now it's going off that direction (split second pause for breath) maybe he is going so fast because he wants to get home to HIS Mama because he loves her the best (breath pause) just like I do Mama, I love you the best! I love Daddy too but I really love you the most!

Sure, I should have said something about loving her Daddy and I the same, and he loves her so much and so do I and we don't have favorites but I didn't. I just said, Thank you Teena, that was a very nice thing to say.