Jack woke up at 4:49 this morning. I really could think of better things to be doing at 4:49, like sleeping. When he was born I foolishly thought the sleeplessness of early parenthood wouldn't last very long. I was wrong. He finally fell back asleep at about 6:45, for a mere 30 minutes, but those 30 minutes were wonderful because he was sleeping with me in the flowers bed. We haven't had a little nap together in the flowers bed since he was less than 8 weeks old. Sleep with this kid has *never* come easy, and birthday number free is only a week away. Silly, silly me.
His grandparents mailed him a new pair of sandals this week. The conversation while putting them on went like this:
"They are a little bit small"
"They seem to be the wrong size"
He finally gets them on,
"They are nice, huh?" That kid. LOL
This is the quilt I picked up at a garage sale last weekend. It was wadded up on the floor next to a box that had newer Wal-Mart bedding in it that was marked $10. I calmly (I was so excited really) said, "So, do you want to sell that quilt?" "That thing? Sure, $5."
On the one hand it kills me that so many people place so little value on something that clearly took a long time. This thing is entirely made by hand, every tiny square that she had to cut and every tiny stitch she sewed. On the other hand, I am more than happy to be able to afford them and to keep them from the trash can.
I know someone wanted pictures of the aprons, and I am getting there, they just aren't washed yet and I received a bit of bad news this morning. My first little boyfriend when I was 11 has been a very dear friend for the last 21 years. His family is my "adopted" family, they have been the one constant thing in my life (my own family is a giant dysfunctional mess), and I love them dearly. His grandma, my adopted grandma, passed away on Tuesday. I will always remember her feeding Jack her matzo ball soup during passover in the kitchen and playing with Jack while she and I talked about life. She loved his red hair and she was tickled pink when we were entertaining names like Henry (one of her sons) and Sam (another of her sons) before was born.
Ok, well, I am feeling a little verklempt over the loss of Grandma Mary, so it's off with me for awhile. Love ya Mary.