Things 2 and 3, while wearing the most adorable footie pajamas imaginable, are playing a game called "Run sliding." This consists of shuffling quickly over the hardwood floor towards our very sturdy dining table, grasping the top edge, and allowing your feet to slip under the table while hanging on. In danger are their heads, should their grips loosen, and their entire bodies, from slamming into one another when they decide that going at the same time is more fun.
I assume that I enjoyed limb-threatening activities like this. In fact, I will always be grateful to my mother for allowing me and my sister to perform dive rolls over the couch onto the living room carpet, but right now it makes me cringe.
Oh well, no risk, no fun, right?
Which brings me to my knitting. My dear friend Gordon drove on our outing today to the Japanese Tea Garden so I could knit a bunch of rows. I'm not going to post a picture, because it's boringly the same as it was, only a bit longer.
What it isn't, also, is mistake-free.
I was hoping to catch every mistake I made before it became a part of the fabric, and I've gotten much better at catching and fixing some mistakes. But, like the athletes who train and train and train and still fall down or crash or miss a gate or whatever, mistakes happen. I've decided that dusting off my needles and knitting on is more Olympic than perfection, perhaps.
[Total aside -- I am not, thank goodness, the only person who thinks the new Olympic medals look like CDs. Italians are supposed to be so fashion-conscious, so design-savvy. What the heck happened to these? Urgh. ]
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Mwahaha, that's the first thing I thought when I saw the medals.
I think we all did death defying stunts and children (and enjoyed it!) Hope your Things don't harm themselves.
Keep up the knitting!
You are the best kind of Olympian - the Wide World of Sports kind, with a great backstory and a heart of gold. You may not win the gold, but you will win the minds and hearts of the viewing public, and go on to have your photo on a Wheaties box.
And the best part is that your mother wasn't recently nearly killed in an industrial accident and you haven't had to overcome a life of poverty and illness.
ROTFL! I can well imagine the things doing just that fun trick you describe. My very own "thing" knocked off the cushions from the old couch and bounced higher than I thought possible on a 15 YO couch, giggling like crazy the whole time. It's been 18 mos. w/o a broken bone, so I let her...
And still show pics of your scarf! I'm living vicariously... oh, and I may try a TINY bit of lace on the top of my current socks... (so much for "why would would EVER want to knit lace???")
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