And then, there are those grandmunchkins and the tomatoes are ripe for the picking. And they consider it their daily chore to pick "matos" for lunch. Notice the buckets in hand? Nary a "mato" makes it in the buckets folks. Mr. W is pointing out the attibutes of this fine "mato" that should be popped in the mouth rather than the bucket. I do enough taste testing myself that it's rather hypocritical to demand of them what I cannot do myself. Problem with "matos" is the next one is probably better than the last and one must taste to find out.Mr. B is looking for that perfect orange "mato" while Miss S advises. She is three after all and had more experience in "mato" picking. Another whole years worth of experience.Miss S had no such problems completing her projects and thereby earning the right to start new ones. Her sister is working for a Hospice now and they are always in need of shawls for their patients. Miss S is more than willing to work at shawls, put leftover colors together and churn out 3 shawls in a week! She finished a red, white, and blue one that I did not get a picture of.
Sigh, I cannot compete with my daughter! However! I am caring for at least 3 grandmunchkins a day and a typical day is not without it's biting (yes! Biting), squabbles, "read book", diaper changing, floor mopping, clean up mess after mess, not to mention the atypical events:
In ONE day I washed more than a month of Sundays in years past. Two of the four already had their shoes on to go outside. While I was wrangling the last two, the first two were putting soap in my top loading washing machine. Not being tall enough, they missed the washing machine and soap fell all over the face and eyes of one of the "helpers". A good washing ensued. Later, while mopping the floor after lunch, one of the little darlings decided to play in the toilet. A good hand washing ensued much to the delight of the little darling. Not exactly the reaction I was going for. Ahhh, nap time followed. But one of the little darlings again decided to try and regain his status and "help" yet again. He thought he'd change his own diaper, a very, um, yucky diaper. He proceeded to scream when his hand got dirty. More washing. Oh my, what a day! And that's why I get no knitting done..and that's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Now off to pick up that gauntlet again...and maybe throw it back.