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life (in general)
(I just fixed all the broken links in this post….it was late, I was tired…..)
1. Trying to be the "hostess with the mostest" for my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and her three children all this week. It’s fun. Emma is having a blast, but I’m exhausted. I am realizing that I enjoy being social, but I need my on-my-own, away from the action-time.
2. Spending the late night hours in the County Animal Emergency Room with Henry–who wandered inside late last night with a canine tooth and two bottom teeth dangling out of his mouth, held on by a thread of skin. A little snip-snip, some antibiotics and one hundred dollars later (ouch!), we were home. I guess this is the life of an city cat turned farm-cat-scrapper. He’s already begging to go outside, back into the wild. I’m trying to talk him out of it.
3. Tucking a certain four year old’s sketches of birds and sheep into my journal for eternal keeping. (also scanning a copy for good measure)…they are amazing, if I do say so myself. Her best yet–I’m envisioning embroidered patches or printed notepads…or maybe just something sweet tucked inside my journal.
4. Rejoicing in the results a little antiboitics are having on my two year old–who is now a new child and slowly falling more in love with her Pa after what I’m describing as a bad case of infection-induced shyness. (and yes there are two bottles of little pink liquid in our refrigerator. I’m trying not to confuse Mary’s syringe with Henry’s)
5. Sewing backpacks out of IKEA dishtowels so that the girls can keep their paper and coloring books on the back of their chairs, leaving optimal drawing space at our little art table. I saved my favorite towel in the three pack for myself, of course.
6. Making plans in my head for shopper bags, hippos and maybe some notepads with a little artwork on them. (whenever i’m sitting at my computer reading blogs, I’m always struck by something that i want to write down, and NEVER do I have a piece of paper to write upon)
7. Finishing up swap,bday,and pendant packages for a few blogging friends
8. Dreaming of the day when I’ll unhook that little clear cord of internet debilitation from my laptop and plug in that little white box of invisible high speed blog-posting pleasure. (do you know that I can make my bed and tidy up my living room while waiting for ONE picture to dowload into a post with dial-up?!)
(I just fixed all the broken links in this post….it was late, I was tired…..)
1. Trying to be the "hostess with the mostest" for my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and her three children all this week. It’s fun. Emma is having a blast, but I’m exhausted. I am realizing that I enjoy being social, but I need my on-my-own, away from the action-time.
2. Spending the late night hours in the County Animal Emergency Room with Henry–who wandered inside late last night with a canine tooth and two bottom teeth dangling out of his mouth, held on by a thread of skin. A little snip-snip, some antibiotics and one hundred dollars later (ouch!), we were home. I guess this is the life of an city cat turned farm-cat-scrapper. He’s already begging to go outside, back into the wild. I’m trying to talk him out of it.
3. Tucking a certain four year old’s sketches of birds and sheep into my journal for eternal keeping. (also scanning a copy for good measure)…they are amazing, if I do say so myself. Her best yet–I’m envisioning embroidered patches or printed notepads…or maybe just something sweet tucked inside my journal.
4. Rejoicing in the results a little antiboitics are having on my two year old–who is now a new child and slowly falling more in love with her Pa after what I’m describing as a bad case of infection-induced shyness. (and yes there are two bottles of little pink liquid in our refrigerator. I’m trying not to confuse Mary’s syringe with Henry’s)
5. Sewing backpacks out of IKEA dishtowels so that the girls can keep their paper and coloring books on the back of their chairs, leaving optimal drawing space at our little art table. I saved my favorite towel in the three pack for myself, of course.
6. Making plans in my head for shopper bags, hippos and maybe some notepads with a little artwork on them. (whenever i’m sitting at my computer reading blogs, I’m always struck by something that i want to write down, and NEVER do I have a piece of paper to write upon)
7. Finishing up swap,bday,and pendant packages for a few blogging friends
8. Dreaming of the day when I’ll unhook that little clear cord of internet debilitation from my laptop and plug in that little white box of invisible high speed blog-posting pleasure. (do you know that I can make my bed and tidy up my living room while waiting for ONE picture to dowload into a post with dial-up?!)
animal kingdom
Probably a more accurate title for this post would be, "look what the cat left behind".
Yesterday Emma and I became foster parents to this tiny little kitten. It was left behind in a litter of kittens that were born in the barn yesterday. The mother moved all the rest of the babies, but never came back for this one. We watched it all afternoon and by evening, when it was still there, crying and cold, we decided to intervene. Emma has named it Dolly–(quite an improvement from the first name she gave it: Angelina…dramatically pronounced AHN-gelina).
We wrapped the kitten in a heating pad, and made a late night run to the petshop for milk replacer and a tiny bottle.
It was quite a night under our roof. Mary came down with ear infections in both ears which was accompanied by crusty eyes. She ended up in bed with me and Dan and the kitten ended up in her room so that I could quietly get up and do nightime feedings.
So, we made it through the night. But every time Dolly falls asleep for a long time, I go to the box to check, expecting the worst. She has to be at least a day or two old and barely even looks like a kitten to me. Of course Dan’s first reaction to me saying she didn’t look very cat-like was, "wouldn’t it be funny if it just turned out to be a baby rat?" No. It wouldn’t.
Thank goodness for my sister–the animal know-it-all, wildlife rehabilitator, who patiently handled multiple calls from me last night and told me important things like how much to feed it and that I needed to wipe its bum with a warm cloth to get it to have a BM (very unpleasant, but amazingly, it works.) I called her this morning to see if I could pass Dolly on to her, but she’s too busy with the orphaned baby screech owl she’s raising, her cat who’s being nursed back to health after getting a paw stuck in a trap and a dog who’s ready to have her puppies (not to mention three children to take care of)…so Emma and I are on our own. Doing our best. Hoping for a healthy little life for Dolly.
Probably a more accurate title for this post would be, “look what the cat left behind”.
Yesterday Emma and I became foster parents to this tiny little kitten. It was left behind in a litter of kittens that were born in the barn yesterday. The mother moved all the rest of the babies, but never came back for this one. We watched it all afternoon and by evening, when it was still there, crying and cold, we decided to intervene. Emma has named it Dolly–(quite an improvement from the first name she gave it: Angelina…dramatically pronounced AHN-gelina).
We wrapped the kitten in a heating pad, and made a late night run to the petshop for milk replacer, a litter for odor control, and a tiny bottle.
It was quite a night under our roof. Mary came down with ear infections in both ears which was accompanied by crusty eyes. She ended up in bed with me and Dan and the kitten ended up in her room so that I could quietly get up and do nightime feedings.
So, we made it through the night. But every time Dolly falls asleep for a long time, I go to the box to check, expecting the worst. She has to be at least a day or two old and barely even looks like a kitten to me. Of course Dan’s first reaction to me saying she didn’t look very cat-like was, “wouldn’t it be funny if it just turned out to be a baby rat?” No. It wouldn’t. Jokes apart, along with adopting a cat come little responsibilities which one would have to take up seriously. Since it was a kitten, this could be the best time to make use of an automatic litter box and other essentials.
Thank goodness for my sister–the animal know-it-all, wildlife rehabilitator, who patiently handled multiple calls from me last night and told me important things like how much to feed it and that I needed to wipe its bum with a warm cloth to get it to have a BM (very unpleasant, but amazingly, it works.) I called her this morning to see if I could pass Dolly on to her, but she’s too busy with the orphaned baby screech owl she’s raising, her cat who’s being nursed back to health after getting a paw stuck in a trap and a dog who’s ready to have her puppies (not to mention three children to take care of)…so Emma and I are on our own. Doing our best. Hoping for a healthy little life for Dolly.
sewing projects / swaps
Yesterday my little sister hit the double digits. Since she received a sewing machine last Christmas, I thought I’d put together a little sewing starter kit for her to hopefully get her inspired. I included some fabric from my stash, ribbons, notions and even some cotton tape with her name on it so that she can tag her creations.
The fabric for the bag is from an IKEA table cloth–a nice heavy cotton twill. When I brought it home, it was way too big for my little table (which I knew when I bought it), so half became a re-sized tablecloth and the other used for the bag.
I’ve also gotten some great stuff in the mail as a result of some fabric I offered up for swap last month before we moved. Some beautiful earrings from Dawn at ruralmama–that have increased my earring stash by 300 percent! Really–I wear earrings, but I had lost all pairs (at least one from the pairs). It is so fun to have some to wear again. And I WILL NOT lose these! She also sent some neat
vintage black buttons that I LOVE, but my camera just would not cooperate. I think the batteries are low…
And this doll came from Mirre at Kisskus. My girls love it (I think I love it more). It is the perfect hug-ability. And of course, there’s no sharing with these kinds of things in this house, so we’ve already swapped for another. She sells them via her shop, along with some other sweet baby toys.
Yesterday my little sister hit the double digits. Since she received a sewing machine last Christmas, I thought I’d put together a little sewing starter kit for her to hopefully get her inspired. I included some fabric from my stash, ribbons, notions and even some cotton tape with her name on it so that she can tag her creations.
The fabric for the bag is from an IKEA table cloth–a nice heavy cotton twill. When I brought it home, it was way too big for my little table (which I knew when I bought it), so half became a re-sized tablecloth and the other used for the bag.
I’ve also gotten some great stuff in the mail as a result of some fabric I offered up for swap last month before we moved. Some beautiful earrings from Dawn at ruralmama–that have increased my earring stash by 300 percent! Really–I wear earrings, but I had lost all pairs (at least one from the pairs). It is so fun to have some to wear again. And I WILL NOT lose these! She also sent some neat
vintage black buttons that I LOVE, but my camera just would not cooperate. I think the batteries are low…
And this doll came from Mirre at Kisskus. My girls love it (I think I love it more). It is the perfect hug-ability. And of course, there’s no sharing with these kinds of things in this house, so we’ve already swapped for another. She sells them via her shop, along with some other sweet baby toys.
