Aren't hobbies supposed to be fun?

This last week, I mean, two weeks, I mean, three weeks, I mean, month I've been working on perfecting my latest hobby of crocheting. Many times, I ask myself if it's all worth it. Aren't hobbies supposed to be fun? I've torn apart I don't know how many hats and started over. I've switched yarn because I didn't like the kind I was using. I've switched patterns too many times to count. One hat turns up with five extra stitches all the way around, making it adult size. The next hat is all kiddy-whompus and doesn't even closely resemble a hat. I wouldn't even feed my dog out of it. And I don't even have a dog. Even Chet, my motivator and biggest supporter, told me this week, "This is getting out of control. Is it even worth it? You spend all day on a hat, then rip it all apart." I put my foot down and sternly told him that I would NOT be that kind of person who decides to pick up a hobby and quits the second it doesn't work out. I would turn into one of those hoarders with boxes and bags and bins of stuff. I bought the yarn and hooks and by golly, I'm going to use them.

I finally had some success. I worked on this hat all week and perfected it. After I got done, I realized I do not like the colors and it may be on the cheesy side, but 1.) it's in the shape of a hat and 2.) it fits Piper. I'll post pictures later.

As I made the finishing touches on the hat, Avery pulls up a stool to the side of the couch. She had her Bible stories book in hand and flipped open to the Q&A section of the book.

"So.... Who was Jesus?"

"Oh, he was the son of God."

"Correct! Ok. Does Jesus love you?"

"Yes, He always does."

"Correct! Even when you argue with your brother. Who was Moses?"

"He was the baby in the basket in the river."

"Nope. He led the children of Israel out of Egypt."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's ok, Mom. I still think you are smart."

Whew!

"Mom. What is sins?"

"Well, when you disobey God you have sinned."

"What happens to your body?"

"Your conscience becomes dirty."

"Well, what if you do something that's not too bad?"

"As opposed to really bad? Aren't you a kid and aren't things supposed to be black and white?"

This week, Tucker has mastered the art of making excuses.

"Tucker, can you help me clean up?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I too busy."

"Tucker, you should eat your supper."

"No."
"It's yucky."

"Well, you'll be hungry later."

"No. I too busy."

He hasn't become too creative yet in his excuses.

This week, I realized that Piper won't be my baby for much longer. When did she get so huge? I was getting the kids ready for bed earlier in the week and she came running up to me with a book, sits down on my lap mid-diaper change with Tucker and opens it up and points to a kitty. Since when is she interested in something other than wreaking havoc on her siblings and being really loud in church?

I'm off to finish a newborn sized hat for the baby boy. I think we've decided on a name, finally! But then again, maybe we haven't.