My Mini-Me

Marty has somehow learned how to crochet. I know it wasn't from me, because I gave that up a long time ago. But when I checked on them last night, Marty had a hook and some yarn and was working up a line of chains. She said she was making a doll blanket, but I didn't figure she could, since she'd never before been able to turn and work into the beginning chain. But I shouldn't have doubted her, I suppose, because she came down this morning with four rows of fairly neat single crochets done. The stitches aren't perfect, but they're a darn bit better than my first attempt to teach myself crochet--when I was 18 years old.

So today, we're camped out on the couch (well, except while I'm breaking to write this), and crocheting together while we watch the travel channel and explore exotic locales. So much fun to have a little mini-me. One of these days, she'll probably discover that I'm really boring and she doesn't actually want to be exactly like me. But for now, it's pleasant to have someone that wants to do everything I do, shows interest in all my interests, and will just come along for the ride while I do what I like.

I'm also enjoying that at least one of my children wants for little more than to snuggle and read classic literature (whether to herself, or have me read to her). And that she is now old enough to understand the humor and subtler irony in the stories we read. It's so fun to hear her giggle at a funny passage, while Linda's still looking at me for her reaction cues, and Chrissy is off doing whatever she does while she pretends not to listen (though I know she absorbs way more than she lets on).

Well, it's time for me to join my mini-me and get some handwork done. :o)