Well, today I have learnt that the work rate of a four year old is nowhere *near* that of a 34 year old. In the time it took me to make 10 hama stars, Big assembled the rest of one card….mind I have got it down to a star a minute (which I know is not impressive by a real Hama-er? Hama-ist?’s standards – but I don’t lay claim to that title anyway!) And now we’ve run out of glue (I’ve got a big new bottle *somewhere*, but it’s in a safe place, so may not be seen until we next move π ) so I don’t know how we’re going to finish the cards.
And I’ve also learnt that cooking recipes are not the only recipes I can’t follow. Big and I have tried making two loads of the bath things we were planning for pressies – supposed to take 15-20 minutes to set (which would mean we could make three loads an hour, well, ok, two, which might mean we have enough presents for ppl by Christmas) but Tim thinks the second batch are going to take overnight to set, and the first batch, which I gave up on and put into ex marmalade jars for Big to use up, will probably set in the jars. I thought it would be spoonable – he reckons we might need a pick π
The Barbie outfit I was crocheting at Barbara’s and continued last night was way off the mark size wise – I think I’m probably using the wrong size hook and or yarn, not that I have the first idea what the right size would be – so what should have been the top half of it has been made into a rather odd shaped skirt, and I started again, using the ideas but disregarding the numbers of stitches it said.
Big and Small are currently fighting, loudly, in the background, and shouty mummy is being ignored (how come a complete stranger saying no to her child reduces Small to tears, but me tearing my hair out is just funny?). Small has a lovely scratch just under his right eye where he walked into the corner of Tim’s desk earlier today – bet you that is just going to come up nicely for any Chrimble photos we might care to take. He’s learnt that if he stands on a little chair he can reach the light switch, and how to use it to turn the light on and off. Which is nice.
Oh, and that blasted walk-o-meter doesn’t work properly. I’ve been running up and down like a mad thing today, and I’ve discovered that it only registers about 1 in 5 of my steps – probably because I don’t wear shoes round the house. So I was feeling bad that my average steps in a day were around 2000, I suspect that the real average might be rather higher. So I can feel good about that, can’t I?