Big bag for knitting supplies
T-shirts to be made into skirts via Alabama stitchin'
The one that got away? We were lookin' for an old Dr. bag to make my daughter a house call kit. Got one you wanna donate to the cause??
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
More Christmas fun with family!
Caught red footed.
Here is Phia playing games with Poppy
Getting a haircut from Mimi
Playing in the snow with Mommy
Playing with a belated birthday gift from Aunt Hillarie
Being our favorite gift in our stocking this year.
Ahh the holidays were good to us this year.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Not so cute!
So as I am struggling my way back into real clothes from a body by baby that is now 9 going on 10 months old. I am so green with envy as those mamma's that breast feed and the pounds fall off, not the case for me. I found myself today feeling cute. I had new boots from David, new sweater from in-laws, shirt from mom and a skirt I made via the fabric from a work friends donation. I left the house feeling groovy and hip. All lumps and bumps hidden.
Upon arriving at work. My co-worker took one look at me and said yikes your eyes look terrible. Then another and another and well, a few kids had to make comment and once again for the second day I brought my red bleary eyes home to my family who love me anyway, and don't care that I look cute in my outfit. They in fact would rather I had on sweats and a shirt that I don't mind having a peanut butter hand print on the front and baby puke on the shoulder.
I shall try agian getting cute and going in, but only if David assures me that I don't look like a red eyed monster.
Upon arriving at work. My co-worker took one look at me and said yikes your eyes look terrible. Then another and another and well, a few kids had to make comment and once again for the second day I brought my red bleary eyes home to my family who love me anyway, and don't care that I look cute in my outfit. They in fact would rather I had on sweats and a shirt that I don't mind having a peanut butter hand print on the front and baby puke on the shoulder.
I shall try agian getting cute and going in, but only if David assures me that I don't look like a red eyed monster.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
No longer momma's Babe!
Today was quite the day. I woke up with my eyelids glued shut thanks to my second round of pink eye. (Note to self throw away makeup tainted with pink eye goo.)
I went to work and after the 20th student came in and either said Wow you need to sleep or What happened to you?? I decided it was time to take my typhoid Mary eyes home.
I made a quick stop at the book store ... oh how I love those short times alone in a store with no one's needs to hurry my perusing. Upon arriving home however I found a child in tears with a very very red eye. Now my first thought of course was pink eye but she immediately reported "Sydney poked me in the eye. She said sorry but I cried and Miss Faye help me."
I took her up for a nap for us both. After a long teary painful eye trauma she finally fell asleep.
"No no no no!" I heard just as I drifted off. I ran down to see what was the matter and low and behold found David with the Logan, and a poopie mess. I won't go into details but it was not pretty and David was not happy. It seems the medicine for the ear infection was reeking havoc on his little innards again.
Phia woke up screaming 10 min later and we looked at each other and knew a doctor visit was in our immediate future.
In the car Phia kept her dripping eye closed and then reported she was all better and didn't need to see the Doctor.
She bucked up and into the office we went. She told the receptionist her name and we waited quietly in the chairs with the old germ covered magazines. (She is only three and the quietly part kinda threw me) In the office the kndly nurse covered one eye with this eye wand and asked her to report the pictures she saw.
"finger print" (hand print)
"reindeer" (horse and rider)
"House"
"Bird no Duck"
Then the Doctor arrived. "What happened?"
"Sydney poked me in the eye. She said sorry and Ms. Faye helped me.What's your name?"
"Does the light hurt?"
"I like it dark. When I look at books it (my eyes) doesn't work I don't know what to say."
I interpret, "She hasn't learned to read yet."
He pulls the big gizmo out and asks her to sit forward and put her chin on it. She does and asks me to hold her hand. He does his check and finds a scratch that requires a few days of medicine but nothing more.
"What's that called" pointing to the big gizmo she just put her head in.
"akhsdfkadjf." he replies
"ad;faddjfhjkdh." she says
"That's right."
"Momma that's called a asdadfaehj."
"Wow."
She got her stickers and out we went.
As I sat in the car and retold this to David I realized she is no longer Momma's Babe. She is a child of the world. She is independent, has her own agenda and is not afraid to ask questions. I hope these characteristics stay with her always. Be kind to my babe world!
I went to work and after the 20th student came in and either said Wow you need to sleep or What happened to you?? I decided it was time to take my typhoid Mary eyes home.
I made a quick stop at the book store ... oh how I love those short times alone in a store with no one's needs to hurry my perusing. Upon arriving home however I found a child in tears with a very very red eye. Now my first thought of course was pink eye but she immediately reported "Sydney poked me in the eye. She said sorry but I cried and Miss Faye help me."
I took her up for a nap for us both. After a long teary painful eye trauma she finally fell asleep.
"No no no no!" I heard just as I drifted off. I ran down to see what was the matter and low and behold found David with the Logan, and a poopie mess. I won't go into details but it was not pretty and David was not happy. It seems the medicine for the ear infection was reeking havoc on his little innards again.
Phia woke up screaming 10 min later and we looked at each other and knew a doctor visit was in our immediate future.
In the car Phia kept her dripping eye closed and then reported she was all better and didn't need to see the Doctor.
She bucked up and into the office we went. She told the receptionist her name and we waited quietly in the chairs with the old germ covered magazines. (She is only three and the quietly part kinda threw me) In the office the kndly nurse covered one eye with this eye wand and asked her to report the pictures she saw.
"finger print" (hand print)
"reindeer" (horse and rider)
"House"
"Bird no Duck"
Then the Doctor arrived. "What happened?"
"Sydney poked me in the eye. She said sorry and Ms. Faye helped me.What's your name?"
"Does the light hurt?"
"I like it dark. When I look at books it (my eyes) doesn't work I don't know what to say."
I interpret, "She hasn't learned to read yet."
He pulls the big gizmo out and asks her to sit forward and put her chin on it. She does and asks me to hold her hand. He does his check and finds a scratch that requires a few days of medicine but nothing more.
"What's that called" pointing to the big gizmo she just put her head in.
"akhsdfkadjf." he replies
"ad;faddjfhjkdh." she says
"That's right."
"Momma that's called a asdadfaehj."
"Wow."
She got her stickers and out we went.
As I sat in the car and retold this to David I realized she is no longer Momma's Babe. She is a child of the world. She is independent, has her own agenda and is not afraid to ask questions. I hope these characteristics stay with her always. Be kind to my babe world!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Coolest
Christmas gift from my mother-in-law. One for each of the kids. They were her grandmothers. I mean doesn't get any better then that.
I am a lover of "The Secret" I know, think what you will...
Today I ran across the original or, sort of original speech. It's rates as one of my coolest!
Some words I took from his speech that hit home for me.
Let your mind soar.
Believe and succeed.
Don't build a stairway to nowhere have a plan.
Wake up and live.
Act as though you can't fail.
The opposite of courage is not cowardice it is conformity.
These are not direct quotes they are written from my notes. If you have a spare 30 min. I would recommend listening.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Bread! Walking!
Got this book and lots of awesome new cooking supplies from my mom for Christmas (all goes with the awesome mixer I got for my birthday). This is a moment of heaven in my book. Coffee and baking. I have made 2 batches which turned into 2 loafs, Pecan Rolls and dinner rolls for 5 since Christmas and they all turned out wonderful. My father-in-law who is the cinnamon roll connoisseur gave the nod on the Pecan Roll recipe, which was really easy and Sophia got to help with. She is turning into quite the little baker.
Her brother on the other hand is working on walking. He took his first 3 steps on the 27Th.
Yep we have another kid who is walking at nine months YIKES! Well I guess our offspring have the gotta get moving gene.
Friday, January 1, 2010
2010
What resolutions have you made and broken in the past? I have many. This year enstead of making resolutions I am posting goals. 5 is my limit!
1- Be in the present.
2- Be a healthy example. (eat clean and excercise daily at least 30 min)
3- Create lots (writing, sewing, crafting, knitting)
4- Edit more (Get Stinky Jimmy edited)
5- Get more sleep
What are your goals for the year??
1- Be in the present.
2- Be a healthy example. (eat clean and excercise daily at least 30 min)
3- Create lots (writing, sewing, crafting, knitting)
4- Edit more (Get Stinky Jimmy edited)
5- Get more sleep
What are your goals for the year??
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