the final freezer bag of last year’s tomatoes going into spaghetti sauce for supper
the lazy-man’s way to net butterflies
taking a break from the overwhelming task of weeding at the new house
how each morning begins for elizabeth…a girl-party in her crib. usually there’s one more little pair of feet in there, too.
mastering the climb into the rocking chair and feeling pretty proud of herself
mastering the reach (and dump) of the can of markers. they were on the floor about twelve seconds after this was taken.
and lastly…you don’t have to watch these videos. Really, you don’t. It’s like sitting through someone’s home movies or slideshow from their trip to the Grand Canyon. But they crack me up, because it’s my children. And I get weak in the knees at every coo and squeal. And I melt at every chubby hand and wrinkled foot. And someday (like in six months), I’m going to look back at this and long for the days when she crawled across the floor and laid herself spread-eagle at the front door of the old apartment to tease the cats sitting on the porch hankering for a taste of our kitty food just inside…. **and for the record, I don’t know what’s more embarrassing: the scratched up, peeling paint dirty front door, the little green dresser missing its knobs, or the overflowing baskets of shirts and hats and riding boots…welcome to my world.**
the final freezer bag of last year’s tomatoes going into spaghetti sauce for supper
the lazy-man’s way to net butterflies
taking a break from the overwhelming task of weeding at the new house
how each morning begins for elizabeth…a girl-party in her crib. usually there’s one more little pair of feet in there, too.
mastering the climb into the rocking chair and feeling pretty proud of herself
mastering the reach (and dump) of the can of markers. they were on the floor about twelve seconds after this was taken.
and lastly…you don’t have to watch these videos. Really, you don’t. It’s like sitting through someone’s home movies or slideshow from their trip to the Grand Canyon. But they crack me up, because it’s my children. And I get weak in the knees at every coo and squeal. And I melt at every chubby hand and wrinkled foot. And someday (like in six months), I’m going to look back at this and long for the days when she crawled across the floor and laid herself spread-eagle at the front door of the old apartment to tease the cats sitting on the porch hankering for a taste of our kitty food just inside…. **and for the record, I don’t know what’s more embarrassing: the scratched up, peeling paint dirty front door, the little green dresser missing its knobs, or the overflowing baskets of shirts and hats and riding boots…welcome to my world.**
I barked at my children a few too many times this morning… I woke up to Emma standing at my bedside in a teeshirt, shorts, half chaps and riding boots, asking if her outfit was okay for her riding lesson. (Her riding lesson that starts at 4:30 pm, that we’ve been counting down to since the drive home from lessons last Thursday.) Mary has plundered the hats and mittens basket looking for her helmet light, unearthing a crumbled up baggie of dry cereal in the meantime, tossing it and all its crumbs on to the floor. And someone has accidentally let one of the barn cats into the house and it is whining for food somewhere in this apartment. Maybe it will find the cereal crumbs. And Elizabeth? She’s cooing and laughing in her crib, waiting for me to come and swoop her up. My sanctuary in this little early morning storm of busy, messy, single-minded, creative, obsessive, curious, goofy children. So I’m making my coffee and going to find them. Somewhere outside. No doubt checking on kittens or setting up bicycle obstacle courses in the driveway. I need a do-over. And joining them in their morning excursions is probably a good place to start. Even if it just means being an audience to the latest gymnastics show.
….Elizabeth just knocked over the cat food….at this point, though. It’s all comical….. Happy Thursday, everyone….
****On a completely different note–my sister is heading out on a long road
trip with her three kids tomorrow. What’s your favorite road trip
activity, craft, etc.? What tricks do you have up your sleeve for the
long boring ride? I’d love to pass some of your ideas on to her….
I barked at my children a few too many times this morning…
I woke up to Emma standing at my bedside in a teeshirt, shorts, half chaps and riding boots, asking if her outfit was okay for her riding lesson. (Her riding lesson that starts at 4:30 pm, that we’ve been counting down to since the drive home from lessons last Thursday.) Mary has plundered the hats and mittens basket looking for her helmet light, unearthing a crumbled up baggie of dry cereal in the meantime, tossing it and all its crumbs on to the floor. And someone has accidentally let one of the barn cats into the house and it is whining for food somewhere in this apartment. Maybe it will find the cereal crumbs. And Elizabeth? She’s cooing and laughing in her crib, waiting for me to come and swoop her up. My sanctuary in this little early morning storm of busy, messy, single-minded, creative, obsessive, curious, goofy children.
So I’m making my coffee and going to find them. Somewhere outside. No doubt checking on kittens or setting up bicycle obstacle courses in the driveway. I need a do-over. And joining them in their morning excursions is probably a good place to start. Even if it just means being an audience to the latest gymnastics show.
….Elizabeth just knocked over the cat food….at this point, though. It’s all comical…..
Happy Thursday, everyone….
****On a completely different note–my sister is heading out on a long road
trip with her three kids tomorrow, check the Towingless homepage for tips when going on the road.
What’s your favorite road trip
activity, craft, etc.? What tricks do you have up your sleeve for the
long boring ride? I’d love to pass some of your ideas on to her….
That’s what I told my husband last night, when he walked in the door at 11:00pm, after putting another two and a half hours of work in at the house after dinner. He found me kicked back on the sofa, putting the final stitches on another dishcloth, watching the finale of….ahem, this is hard to admit in public and might lose me some readers…The Bachelor. Shhhh…please don’t tell anyone else.
The past few months of bachlorette-hood for me while Dan puts in evenings at the house, have meant that I’ve done some serious damage in the world of girlie movies, bad TV and my dishcloth stash. Knitting needles and the redbox have been my pseudo husband on nights I found myself alone in an empty house, but for sleeping babes in the back rooms. Dan asked me the other night, as I was finishing up Juno if there were any movies left in the RedBox that I haven’t seen…It’s not so much that, as it is that I’m running out of movies I want to see in the RedBox.
So armed with the only skein of cotton yarn I could find in my stash, a simple, knit-without-looking pattern, and some good (and bad) movies, I’ve got myself a nice collection of knitted dishcloths and an answer to the question I often hear from my sister and mother, "have you seen any good movies lately?"
I’ve never knitted dishcloths before and it really is quite addicting. And now that I’ve started using these beauties, I’m not sure I could go back to the stinky blue sponge that I’m currently using. I knit mine up on slightly smaller needles so they are more hand-sized and have a tighter stitch. And I love them.
They were inspired by THIS picture. And the pattern can be found HERE.It’s called "Grandma’s Favorite". Is there really any more that needs to be said?
That’s what I told my husband last night, when he walked in the door at 11:00pm, after putting another two and a half hours of work in at the house after dinner. He found me kicked back on the sofa, putting the final stitches on another dishcloth, watching the finale of….ahem, this is hard to admit in public and might lose me some readers…The Bachelor. Shhhh…please don’t tell anyone else.
The past few months of bachlorette-hood for me while Dan puts in evenings at the house, have meant that I’ve done some serious damage in the world of girlie movies, bad TV and my dishcloth stash. Knitting needles and the redbox have been my pseudo husband on nights I found myself alone in an empty house, but for sleeping babes in the back rooms. Dan asked me the other night, as I was finishing up Juno if there were any movies left in the RedBox that I haven’t seen…It’s not so much that, as it is that I’m running out of movies I want to see in the RedBox.
So armed with the only skein of cotton yarn I could find in my stash, a simple, knit-without-looking pattern, and some good (and bad) movies, I’ve got myself a nice collection of knitted dishcloths and an answer to the question I often hear from my sister and mother, "have you seen any good movies lately?"
I’ve never knitted dishcloths before and it really is quite addicting. And now that I’ve started using these beauties, I’m not sure I could go back to the stinky blue sponge that I’m currently using. I knit mine up on slightly smaller needles so they are more hand-sized and have a tighter stitch. And I love them.
They were inspired by THIS picture. And the pattern can be found HERE.It’s called "Grandma’s Favorite". Is there really any more that needs to be said?
