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Crazy Baby

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This girl gets crazier every day….
Today it’s black straw hat, red plastic fireman’s helmet, Dan’s swimming goggles. I think every child needs a pair of swim goggles in their toy box, if nothing else for the pure comic relief of their parents. I’m not even going to post the funniest of these pictures for fear that my readers would be concerned about the mental capacities of my oldest daughter.

***A few nights ago, Emma was climbing into the bathtub and slipped– (maybe it’s the soapy film on the bottom of the tub) hitting her eye on the tub handles. (I think, it all happened very quickly). I grabbed Emma to get her back on her feet, then I grabbed Mary, who was already in the tub and starting to slip underwater from all of her sister’s flailing. By the time I had everyone in my grip, they were both screaming, crying and wanting to be held. I picked up the soapy, naked bodies and added to the chaos by yelling to Dan who was downstairs on the other side of the house. It was quite traumatic, but a few minutes later both girls preferred to finish their baths versus getting into pajamas. Everyone has recovered although Emma’s eye gets darker each day and now there’s a dark bruise under her eye as well. It must be spreading. It really doesn’t look that bad in this picture compared to how its looking today.  If it doesn’t improve soon, she’ll either be wearing concealer or we won’t be going out very much…

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And finally, please say hello to a new crafty girl/mom in the blogging world. I met Carrie  through Etsy. She sells REALLY cute screen printed tees for babies and a few other toys.  I have a link to her store "A Vintage Child" on my sidebar.

Tonight it my second to last pottery class. I will be doing lots of glazing tonight so that all my projects will be finished by next week. I’m sad for the class to be finished and I am feeling like, "Where do I go from here?". I am really enjoying pottery. Perhaps I’ll take another class, or get some advice from my aunt who is a very talented potter/tile-maker, as to where to go from here. I can tell I need a lot more time for trial and error.

Since Dan didn’t have work today he gave me a few hours away this morning. It was nice, but for some reason, I still feel rushed to get back. I spent most of my time at the Goodwill store and found some great brown wool tweed for 99cents! I can’t wait to put it to use.
Now Dan’s getting his time away–which I’m sure means he’s reading at a coffeshop and  I must go  pick up after the tornado that swept through "while mom was away."

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This girl gets crazier every day….
Today it’s black straw hat (see the selection at Customized Wear), red plastic fireman’s helmet, Dan’s swimming goggles. I think every child needs a pair of swim goggles in their toy box, if nothing else for the pure comic relief of their parents. I’m not even going to post the funniest of these pictures for fear that my readers would be concerned about the mental capacities of my oldest daughter.

***A few nights ago, Emma was climbing into the bathtub and slipped– (maybe it’s the soapy film on the bottom of the tub) hitting her eye on the tub handles. (I think, it all happened very quickly). I grabbed Emma to get her back on her feet, then I grabbed Mary, who was already in the tub and starting to slip underwater from all of her sister’s flailing, it is so important to keep your eyes on them at all times, especially when they are on their bathtime tubs. By the time I had everyone in my grip, they were both screaming, crying and wanting to be held. I picked up the soapy, naked bodies and added to the chaos by yelling to Dan who was downstairs on the other side of the house. It was quite traumatic, but a few minutes later both girls preferred to finish their baths versus getting into pajamas. Everyone has recovered although Emma’s eye gets darker each day and now there’s a dark bruise under her eye as well. It must be spreading. It really doesn’t look that bad in this picture compared to how its looking today.  If it doesn’t improve soon, she’ll either be wearing concealer or we won’t be going out very much…

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And finally, please say hello to a new crafty girl/mom in the blogging world. I met Carrie  through Etsy. She sells REALLY cute screen printed tees for babies and a few other toys.  I have a link to her store “A Vintage Child” on my sidebar.

Tonight it my second to last pottery class. I will be doing lots of glazing tonight so that all my projects will be finished by next week. I’m sad for the class to be finished and I am feeling like, “Where do I go from here?”. I am really enjoying pottery. Perhaps I’ll take another class, or get some advice from my aunt who is a very talented potter/tile-maker, as to where to go from here. I can tell I need a lot more time for trial and error.

Since Dan didn’t have work today he gave me a few hours away this morning. It was nice, but for some reason, I still feel rushed to get back. I spent most of my time at the Goodwill store and found some great brown wool tweed for 99cents! I can’t wait to put it to use.
Now Dan’s getting his time away–which I’m sure means he’s reading at a coffeshop and  I must go  pick up after the tornado that swept through “while mom was away.”

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Out of the Oven

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I thought I would show pictures of a few of the first things I’ve created in my pottery class–a spoon rest and some buttons. This was my first set of buttons and I was pretty disappointed with the glazing. I’m going to try a different method next week–dipping them in glaze instead of painting the glaze on with a brush. I also forgot how much they shrink in the bisque firing so my holes are pretty small. I think my next batch will be much better. I’ve really fallen in love with making buttons–the simplicity, the plethora of color choices. So while people in my class pump out bowls and mugs and giant serving platters, I sit in the back, happily creating buttons of all shapes and sizes. I can tell that there is so much trial and error with pottery. I almost didn’t share these buttons, but oh well…it’s a learning process and I have much to learn and a long way to go before I get the look that is floating around inside my head.

Life is overwhelming me today. Dan got laid off on Friday and is picking up work here and there this week. Our budget is tight and every penny is accounted for, so I’m a little nervous.  Now, I’m sitting down to balance the checkbook, pay a few bills (i hate the beginning of the month!) and see where we are.  I have a very messy house, a ripped apart  kitchen sink because of a leaky hose, a LONG Bible study lesson to finish by this evening, a husband who is out of clean socks and work shirts, an order for a gift basket (something i do on the side) that is needed tomorrow, an order for a knitted hat that is due asap,  company coming over for dinner tomorrow, and the prospect of not being able to go "home" for Christmas for the first time (except the year emma was born) has me a little bummed out.

But then today, while out running an errand, I saw a couple crossing the street in front of my car when I was waiting at a red light. They were older, but not elderly. The woman was pushing a metal basket and was striding along in front of her husband, who had his hand placed  firmly on her shoulder. At first I thought, how nice it was–the touch of his hand on her shoulder, walking to the grocery store on a chilly fall day instead of driving in a car. But then I noticed the man’s eyes were a bit disfigured and in his other hand he carried the stick that a blind man uses to guide his way. He wasn’t using it, only holding on it. He was guided by the grip on his wife’s shoulder.
But what struck me the most was how quickly they moved–long confident strides, no shuffling, no constant checking over her shoulder, no tap-tap-tap of a cane on the ground looking for firm footing–just two people walking with a purpose and a plan.

And I realized that’s how I need to be, to live, to act, to rest–striding out in faith, in confidence, with my grip firmly planted on God’s shoulders. He is trustworthy, he won’t let me fall or  get left behind or lost. I may not be able to see what’s ahead of me, but I need to trust Him enough to take long, confident strides as He leads me forward.

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I thought I would show pictures of a few of the first things I’ve created in my pottery class–a spoon rest and some buttons. This was my first set of buttons and I was pretty disappointed with the glazing. I’m going to try a different method next week–dipping them in glaze instead of painting the glaze on with a brush. I also forgot how much they shrink in the bisque firing so my holes are pretty small. I think my next batch will be much better. I’ve really fallen in love with making buttons–the simplicity, the plethora of color choices. So while people in my class pump out bowls and mugs and giant serving platters, I sit in the back, happily creating buttons of all shapes and sizes. I can tell that there is so much trial and error with pottery. I almost didn’t share these buttons, but oh well…it’s a learning process and I have much to learn and a long way to go before I get the look that is floating around inside my head.

Life is overwhelming me today. Dan got laid off on Friday and is picking up work here and there this week. Our budget is tight and every penny is accounted for, so I’m a little nervous.  Now, I’m sitting down to balance the checkbook, pay a few bills (i hate the beginning of the month!) and see where we are.  I have a very messy house, a ripped apart  kitchen sink because of a leaky hose, a LONG Bible study lesson to finish by this evening, a husband who is out of clean socks and work shirts, an order for a gift basket (something i do on the side) that is needed tomorrow, an order for a knitted hat that is due asap,  company coming over for dinner tomorrow, and the prospect of not being able to go "home" for Christmas for the first time (except the year emma was born) has me a little bummed out.

But then today, while out running an errand, I saw a couple crossing the street in front of my car when I was waiting at a red light. They were older, but not elderly. The woman was pushing a metal basket and was striding along in front of her husband, who had his hand placed  firmly on her shoulder. At first I thought, how nice it was–the touch of his hand on her shoulder, walking to the grocery store on a chilly fall day instead of driving in a car. But then I noticed the man’s eyes were a bit disfigured and in his other hand he carried the stick that a blind man uses to guide his way. He wasn’t using it, only holding on it. He was guided by the grip on his wife’s shoulder.
But what struck me the most was how quickly they moved–long confident strides, no shuffling, no constant checking over her shoulder, no tap-tap-tap of a cane on the ground looking for firm footing–just two people walking with a purpose and a plan.

And I realized that’s how I need to be, to live, to act, to rest–striding out in faith, in confidence, with my grip firmly planted on God’s shoulders. He is trustworthy, he won’t let me fall or  get left behind or lost. I may not be able to see what’s ahead of me, but I need to trust Him enough to take long, confident strides as He leads me forward.

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One Dollar Well Spent

 
   

This was definitely one dollar well spent at the goodwill store today. It provided endless entertainment including a photoshoot and dance party–that’s emma’s kind of fun. She kept asking me to keep taking pictures while she danced around, striking different poses for the camera. A purchase worth every penny.

 
   

This was definitely one dollar well spent at the goodwill store today. It provided endless entertainment including a photoshoot and dance party–that’s emma’s kind of fun. She kept asking me to keep taking pictures while she danced around, striking different poses for the camera. A purchase worth every penny.

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