February 12, 2009
Smarty Pants
So, I'm knitting a scarf for Dax. At least, I'm trying to. I can't seem to get it right. And it's not like it is any sort of fancy thing. All I'm trying to do is just knit. With one color. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, right?
Well, I can't seem to get the tension right and some areas are loosey goosey and others are too tight. And I can't seem to get the width right. All this means that I spent at least an hour sitting here knitting and frogging, knitting and frogging. (For those of you who don't knit: Frogging is the term for undoing all that you have done. Frogs say something close to "rip it, rip it" and that's what you do when your scarf is AN ABOMINATION TO ALL THINGS CRAFTY.)
As I'm doing this my son is building a marble run. Not just any marble run, mind you. Oh, no. THIS is his marble run.
And he's building different variations. Using nothing but pictures from a booklet that came with the set.
Here is where I must confess: I have attempted, myself, to build something out of this set and I have failed miserably. I always have to tell him that he has to wait for daddy to help him because mommy can't figure it out.
It is official. My son is only four and he is smarter than me. Much, much smarter.
Maybe he can help me with this scarf.
Your son has been smarter than I for almost a year now:) The sad thing is that I think Dev is catching me in the IQ department too.
Nana