Thursday, November 28, 2013
As follows Thanksgiving tradition
I finally got out of bed once it became clear to me that he wasn't going to stop talking to me. I decided to go downstairs and start breakfast; french toast made with Panettone bread courtesy of the Food Network holiday shows. It took quite some time to get it all cut up and cooked in butter, dusted with powdered sugar, and stacked neatly on a plate. It took only 30 seconds for Alex to decide that he didn't think he was going to like it, and even less time to take a itty-bitty bite and confirm it. I had to pull week-old oatmeal out of the fridge and microwave that so he would eat. He hugged me and thanked me like that cold lumpy oatmeal was the best dish I'd ever made. Dante had much the same reaction. This is why I can't cook nice things.
A few hours later after I managed to get the first shower of the day (a holiday miracle), I had Dante go up and run a bath for Alex. He usually takes a bath at night but I was busy making pies and no one else could be bothered so I promised him he could take one in the morning. It started out okay until he complained about the water temp. Dante turned it all the way to cold. Then Alex claimed that he could find his baby soap which was in clear view and easily accessible. I told him to quit pretending he didn't know where it was and start washing up or he could get out right now. Dante chose that moment to come down stairs. Aaron and I reminded him that his brother still can't be left in the tub alone and made him get back up there. I don't know where he actually was after that but his eyes and brain weren't in the bathroom with him because Alex managed to get hold of our facial scrub (and got it right in his eyes), and rub two different types of adult soap all over his head and body. His screams of pain and panic brought me up the stairs to find him covered with everything we had in the tub.
As I started to rinse him off, I put my hand in the tub and was shocked to find that I've had soda warmer than his bath water. He freaked out and struggled while I tried to wash caked-on soap and facial scrub out of all the cracks and creases. Then he shivered like crazy while I dried him off and lectured them both on where they went wrong.
Lunch time was fun too. Everyone seemed to think it was a good time to be sarcastic until I warned them that I was this close to yelling and everyone, and "why can't we just have one holiday where I don't have to yell at someone" and "when Natalia's family asks us about our holiday traditions again, I'm going to tell her that my tradition is yelling at my children".
Also in keeping with tradition, my husband is sick. But I did manage to knit another hat for another missionary and the wonderful proprietor of A Hundred Ravens yarn donated a skein of yarn to my newest mission: Knitting Hats for Missionaries. See, when these new young men and women arrive in New England (or anywhere else that's known for being cold), they bring with them insufficient cold-weather gear. I laughed for 5-minutes about the Elder who had leather gloves. He now has a nice warm pair of wool gloves that won't freeze to his hands or get colder when they get wet.
The Missionary Hat and I'll be publishing a pattern very soon...for FREE...so other knitters can outfit their local missionaries properly for the cold. It's quick and easy, and uses up scraps of yarn so you don't have to spend extra cash and can use up what you've got. But if you live in the colder areas of the country, I'd strongly advise using Lang Yarns Yak because it's one of the warmest yarns out there, the colors are perfect for missionaries (conservative), it's washable, and if you use the color-block pattern you can get one medium and one large hat out of three balls. We road-tested this hat in 6-degree windy weather and it kept our ears nice and toasty. So keep your eyes out on the blog and on Ravelry and Facebook for the pattern.
And remember, although the day has not gone anywhere near as I would have liked, I'm thankful for it. Tomorrow we'll all laugh about how today was exactly like all the other Thanksgivings I've had. We're keeping up the tradition.
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