Saturday, November 30, 2013
Need little presents. Search entire house for something to use as little presents. Blocks of wood? Too thick to fit in the skates. Nothing in the sewing area. In the pantry? Pudding boxes to the rescue! This makes Jack a little nervous. Pudding on the door mom? REALLY?
Nah. Cannot be bothered.
Off to try and take a Christmas photo of the kids. Lord give me strength and a sense of humor.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Monday, November 25, 2013
Baby it's cold outside. Which means trapped in the house for many, many days on end.
This is a very small set of religious art. It's very grey and dark in here today but these are just gorgeous, very soft colors and the ovals are gold dresdens.
I am working on a ridiculous star project for our Christmas tree and running out of steam already and I am not even halfway done. Hopefully I can find some mojo for that project again in the next few days. I think tree time might be this weekend!
Friday, November 22, 2013
No wait, maybe every phase in life invites "helpful" comments?
Never mind that though.
There is a certain line of helpful advice that is most irritating to me right now. It's of the "You are going to miss this" or "don't rush this!" variety.
There are sweet moments in this phase of life to be sure. But miss this? Not unless you are a really sick and twisted masochist is what I say.
Let's think this through for a minute.
Would anyone say this:
You know I really miss those days when I did not sleep through the night for three plus years straight. (That's right. Three years. Pregnant with Sammi + Sammi infancy + Pregnant with Grant + Grant infancy, who still does not sleep through = more than three years.)
You know I really miss those days when I went from wiping a poopy ass to wiping a nose to cleaning up food to wiping another poopy ass to wiping another nose to wiping up more food.
You know I really miss those days when I spent every minute in between cleaning up poop and snot referring fights that make a women's prison look like a walk in the park. I could not get enough of the fighting, biting, hair pulling, hitting, shoving, throwing, and scratching!
You know I really miss those days when my children screamed so loud and so often and so many times all at once that I couldn't hear anything but the noises in my head ringing from the deafness!
You know I really miss those days when I only got 9 minutes to myself and those 9 minutes were spent locked in the pantry trying to call the water company to pay the bill before they turn off the water with two small people banging on the door and screaming as if they are being stabbed.
You know I really miss having an audience while I use the toilet. And shower. And bathe. And I REALLY miss the dirty clothes and the dirty hair that stinks bad enough to kill you.
You know I really miss slaving over meals every day and then barely getting to eat an ice cold bite because there are a 1000 messes and needs and behaviors to tend to during meal times.
Come on. Am I right? No one would say that stuff. And that's reality with two toddlers plus one big kid.
Sure there are fleeting moments when you think about chubby baby fingers or little toes. But come on ladies! Kids growing up is awesome. Independence is awesome!
Kids are like wine - they get better and better with age.
So, to the dear lady behind me in the grocery store when my children were acting like total beasts and the line was 14 miles long who said to me "honey, I do NOT miss those days," I salute you.
And to everyone else who reminds me at least 14 times a day that I "WILL SURELY MISS THIS!" Please, for the love of all that is holy, just don't with that. I love my kids like crazy. I chose this. I wouldn't choose anything else. But this is freaking hard work man. Let's not diminish that.
A year from now will be easier. And year from that will be even easier. I know that. You know that. This right now? It's slogging through the damn trenches man.
Said no one. Ever.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
It all started when I saw the felt advent calendar at the Purl Bee. We have tried lots of advent calendars over the years - usually defaulting to playmobil or Lego, but I know that with the "not twin terrors" those will be a nightmare this year.
Since I anticipate at least three years of kids wanting to constantly rearrange ornaments I decided to take the time to make a felt advent calendar this year.
With any luck the ornaments will stand up the abuse of the kids and last for many years!
*A few notes - because I have two toddlers I made sure the magnets are VERY secure. Each magnet is hot glued inside the ornaments and then sewn in. I washed the tray first because it had some sort of silicone or something on it. Then I primed it. Then I roughly sprayed a green tree shape on it. The easiest way to make the actual tree shape was then to tape off the tree and overspray the white area. Some of the ornaments are not stuffed because their shapes proved real buggers to shape and stuff. I tried to add interesting embellishments to each ornament that are all made from different sewing materials - bits of crochet, different trims, buttons, rick rack etc.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
It is so warm here I am sweating, so that means off to the flea.
I went to the doctor on Friday after 5 day of not being able to swallow anything but tiny sips of water. Bronchitis says he. Shots of a steroid, a heavy antibiotic, prescription cough meds. Off I go. The throat was better within a few hours. The exhaustion, sweating and non fucking stop coughing? Nope. Even taking three cough meds and one cough drop at a time does not stop it. I cough constantly. All night long. All day long. I am exhausted. My guts hurt. My head hurts. I cannot do anything without a violent coughing fit that leaves me peeing my pants and nearly puking. All at once. In an effort to not want to kill myself I have been calling it the cough drop diet. It's all I can eat. Oh sure, it's effective weight loss, but honestly, there must be a more merciful death than this.
To top if off yesterday my oldest child says "god it is dirty in here." Yes child, it is. Your mother is sick for 7 days now. And you children are P I G S.
So, that's whats happening here. We are getting piggy with it. While mommy dies a slow, painful death by cough drop.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
But anyway. After the Halloween stuff came down I actually felt the urge to put up something fallish. Usually I start right in on the Christmas stuff, but that is not happening this year.
With that I am off to discipline the child who just threw something at me. Again.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Since my kids never sleep I am in the habit of waking before 6 am.
Garage sales are few and far between in this chilly time of year, but there was one that caught my eye on craigslist sometime this week. Because I was already up I was there about 15 minutes after it opened.
And then I RAN into the garage and snapped up this pile of quilts for less than it would cost me to have lunch at McDonalds. For all of them. :-)
So thank you unruly children of mine.
The lesson here? Wash very gently and then sun, sun, sun!
Happy Sunday to you!
P.S. I am starting to ponder an etsy shop. I have a plethora of quilts and tablecloths and beautiful vintage beaded handbags that cannot find a home via Craigslist (my preferred method). A girlfriend and I wondering about how they decide on search result placement? Any thoughts?