“I hog…the ground!”

Today she held up a long thin package of fillo dough to her forehead and said “eyebrows!”

Whenever she talks about our neighbor sleeping, as in “Nana is sleeping, Papa is sleeping, Katy is sleeping”, she always follows up by adding, “Katy’s naked!”. I have no idea why her specifically.

Speaking of Katy, she has ordered Season One of Deadwood on Netflix, and we all watch it together. As a direct consequence, we call each other cocksuckers at every appropriate and not so appropriate opportunity.

I am all caffeinated, which for me means 3/4 of a cup of Starbucks Xmas Blend mixed with Ovaltine. Yeah, I am hell on wheels, people.

The Otter has reached the stage where she is so cute you could die if you look directly at her for too long. You could die of cute exposure. This is a sample conversation I have several, if not millions of, times a day:

Her: “I wike-a (cheese, pretzel, jooose, crayon, peace on earth…)”

Me: (clarifying) “You’d like some peace on earth?”

Her: (enthusiastically, as if it were all my idea):”Ohw-kay!”

I knit now. I knit obsessively. I could not get the hang of knitting, then we moved next door to Katy, Queen of the Knits. Now I can’t stop. Since around October or November, I have done 7 scarves, including 2 fancy scarflettes with buttonholes and fancy buttons; 3 hats; one large purse; two iPod cozies. I am now working on my first sweater. It’s a disease. I may need an intervention. Katy is my pusher and my dealer. She keeps coming up with all these books and patterns and cool new things to do and learn. My family is lucky if the dishes are done, and if there are clean clothes to wear, then count your blessings because Mama’s knitting now, kids.

(oh god, the only thing more obsessive than a mommy blogger is a knitting blogger, and now I am both. It’s a perfect storm of dull!)

Since you all now know that I am a huge goober, I may as well let on that I have already pre-ordered the new Harry Potter book from amazon.uk, even though it has no release date as of yet. I can hear your thoughts, and they all say “Nerd!” My only hope is that my giant nerdyness will come full circle and flip me back around the other side to cool again. Here’s hoping.