Not enough EWWWW

So I've started my second hat for Halos of Hope. For some reason my brain sees charity knitting and instantly goes for less volume and more skill. Gifts go for less skill and quicker knitting.  Go figure. The pattern up for grabs is the Sockhead Hat by Kelly McClure. Miles of ribbing, miles of stockinette in fingering weight yarn; my brain is a scary place some days. The stash has been tossed looking for all of my perfect yarn for the Podcaster Throwdown challenge.  I've found several skeins which was not the answer I was wanting. Instead, I found several 50 gram balls of fingering weight yarn that should work for all the hats I plan to make.

Halos of Hope Stash

In addition, I've knitting like a storm on my mystery project and attempting to write the pattern down for Amy. When it's knit up and knit a second time, I'll PDF the file for a Ravelry download. With people leaving work is getting a little crazier and as a result, my lunches have shortened from the accepted hour into 10 minutes here and a phone call from the shop for a mad dash. Then I come back and finish my freshly chilled lunch. Knit just a little then the rest of the workday continues until it's time to get the Things.

Sockhead Hat start better known as Halos of Hope 2

Oh goodness, the Things! Well Thing 1 in particular. Here's your EWWWWWW warning; leave now unless you have a strong stomach or are used to toddlers. Bedtime is usually a case where everyone gets tucked in and then DS1 says the magic words "I gotta go potty!". OK go because it's not like I tried before we came in the bedroom. Thing 1 goes to the bathroom unassisted and I stay behind to play with Thing 2. If one is able to stay up a little while longer the other does too right? It's only fair. After a little bit I hear the toilet flush and the sink run.  Typical routine. DS1 never comes out of the bathroom but I'm busy playing Mommy Monster and don't notice the silence. Death sentence.....  I finally realize and sneak over to the bathroom to check on DS1 expecting to discover he wasn't done yet. No; I wish.  I discover him with his hand in the toilet water and splashing. Not done with the EWW yet.  He pulls his hand out of the water and LICKS his hand; LICKS.  Needless to say we scrubbed our hands 3-4 times with lots of soap and Mommy scrubbing. Eww dance is performed for the Kitty's amusement after the bedroom lights are off and the door is shut.

Is it Toddlers that are gross or boys?  I am still shuddering 40 minutes later and really wishing Daddy was home instead of working tonight.