The Yarn Rascal is in top form today. Wednesday he had his traumatic bath. The howling, he’s a Bichon and not a Beagle, began the instant he and the water met. I told The Skipper to close all the windows or else the neighbors will think we’re finally killing the little imp. The howling is accompanied by repeated, unending attempts to jump out of the bathtub. Soap suds and water go everywhere, and in the end the bathroom tiles resemble a Jackson Pollock painting, if of course he’d painted in water and suds.
Thursday the Yarn Rascal got groomed. We groom him ourselves. I had 16 years experience clipping my first Bichon, Sport. Sport was a groomer’s nightmare, which was why I had to learn how to take care of him. Yarn Rascal is quite a bit easier. So easy in fact that he tends to fall asleep. But once the weight of the hair is off him the only speed he knows for the rest of the day is full tilt. He rips around the house, rips through his walks outside, he’s crazy. Both The Skipper and I stay as active as we can at our ages, but we are no match for the Yarn Rascal. By bedtime The Skipper and I were falling asleep in our respective chairs, and the little monster was still ripping from room to room.
Today is food shopping, running to the vet for heartworm medication for you-know-who, making tomato sauce (will this summer ever end?), baking zucchini bread, and worrying that all the knitting books I have on loan from the library are overdue. I can’t find the slip of paper that tells me because you-know-who shredded it and ate it. I could go online to check, but I don’t know my library card number off-hand.
This weekend I am blocking the Cape Ann Afghan. Yes, I decided that since most of the birds have migrated out of here, I will set up the saw horses and block it on the patio. It will certainly be safe from Yarn Rascal, and hopefully not be target practice for bird poop. Stupidity and hope forever spring eternal.
And now a word about knitting baby sweaters with collars. Collars on sweaters should be reserved for the 12 mos to 24 mos old set. At the older ages the baby spends more of its time upright. Babies 3 mos to 9 mos spend most of their time on their backs in a car seat, stroller, crib, or lap. A collar on a sweater at these ages just ends up bolstered uncomfortably behind the base of the baby’s skull. The front of the collar ends up in baby’s face, and the caretaker is continually having to smooth it down. A collar at the 3 mos to 9 mos age also makes bibs fit tighter around the throat of the baby. Bibs are crucial during the drooling stage when the baby is cutting teeth. My nephew drooled so much I worried he’d dehydrate. I knew St. Bernard’s that drooled less. So, while baby may start sitting up on its own around 9 mos, the drooling stage is in full swing and collars on sweaters are a nuisance that can be done without. 12 mos to 24 mos can handle collars better. Their necks are distinguishable enough to keep the collar out of their face and where it belongs. Bibs are not being worn by this age group around the clock.
A baby at 3 mos to 9 mos is developmentally different than one at 12 to 24 mos. The 12 to 24 mos are upright, walking. The 3 mos to 9 mos spend a significant amount of time lying on their backs, they twist and turn when supine. They crawl, rock back and forth on hands and knees. The types of movements between the two ages groups is significantly different. Dresses, matinee coats, tunic sweaters are not for the 3 mos to 9 mos group. The lengths hinder their twisting, turning, crawling, rocking movements that are essential developmental skills. Dresses, matinee coats, tunic sweaters can be worn by the 12 mos to 24 mos group. They are upright, walking. Since the types of movements between the two groups are so different, not all patterns are necessarily appropriate for all age groups.
Next up, a moment of calm. The water lily in our Serenity Pond in bloom:
I don’t have any idea how the ant got there. Do they swim?
Have a good weekend.