Life's a Stitch

So, eldest daughter is here for five days and we’re talking…You think when you are raising kids and you are in the same house you have a pretty good idea what’s going on. You think you provide those little guys enough supervision until thirteen years later you hear that that when Bryant was twoish, the girls would put him into a laundry basket, place another one on top, lace the two together with a skipping rope, and feed him carrots through the holes of the basket pretending he was their captured bunny. He has fond memories of this game but has a slightly different recollection. While the girls pretended he was their sweet little bunny he thought he was pretending to be a cougar. I take that to be a comment on the way he was feeling while caged up in laundry baskets.

The girls also told me they would play princess, where one would lie on the couch and bark orders to the other, her servant girl. One bet who was the princess and who was the servant.  Birth order rules here, with princess first born directing lowly second one. Second one says that she hated being princess anyhow because it was too boring to lie around on a couch.

With that in mind, here is the princess’s Manos multidirectional scarf (pattern link on side bar) in blocking mode: