Of my Baby Surprise Jacket that is. Yes, plural. And both, interestingly enough, involving a certain 3 year old who also happens to like crawling under the computer desk and flipping off the power switch to the modem and phone... but that's another story.
So anyway, there is no picture of the first rescue. The boys and I were outside on our porch. They were making an amazing mess of last year's potting soil. You know the mess - dumping it out, moving it around, throwing it down off the porch, putting it in bags, putting it in pots, putting it in mouths. Good times. I sat comfortably in a chair working on my BSJ. Until the
Our second rescue has pictorial evidence.
Obviously no thinking clearly, I had left it, mid row, on my chair while I went to check something in the kitchen. I came back to this. I'll admit I cried. I'll admit I was mad but mostly at myself. As much as I would have liked to blame the Boy for messing up my hard work it was my own fault for leaving it within his curious reach. Like curious little monkeys, sometimes little boys also forget to keep out of trouble. Nothing to do but get out a crochet hook and wait for the boys to go to bed.
Note to self: don't have knitting out while boys are loose. It only attracts them.
And someone really should clean up the porch tomorrow.