Just so you know

If you buy red towels, even if you "set" them with a vinegar wash (or five), they will still bleed 5 years later.

Yes. Really.

Snuggies for Seniors

Let's keep all the old people in Utah warm, shall we? I mean, it's March and it just snowed, so we really need to pitch in on KP's cause.






Go. Donate.

Friday Fave Five!

1. Kiddo... She's had some music lessons at school and learned to play the recorder and did a smashing job, advanced beyond the rest of the class. Recorder class is over, but she still has the book and instrument and is still playing. Good, right? Well, now she's figured out how the notes in the book and recorder correspond to our keyboard, and can play anything in her recorder book on the keyboard. I didn't realize what she'd done until the other night when I said, "Wait a minute! I never showed you what those notes were on the keyboard!" "I know, I figured it out myself by finding where Mary Had a Little Lamb was on the keyboard." Yeah ... I need to schedule piano lessons on my schedule for her and get that cranking because that is ALL the music training she's ever had. Period. I mean, I know she comes from musically gifted blood, but come on ... Mama better get her butt in gear! I'm simultaneously proud of her and horrified that I've neglected her music education so long.

2. Another Kiddo moment. She came out of her room Sunday morning and saw me in the recliner, just laying there and letting Little Mister tear up the house. She asked if I was okay, I said no, and without another word, she took LM to her room and played with him for an hour. We were late to church, but I was able to get a little more sleep and felt better. She is such a wonderful kid! Not perfect, but wonderful.

3. Little Mister cut two more molars Wednesday night. He went to bed SO much easier Thursday night, though fussed a few times, and has been generally more pleasant since.

4. Girl.Scout.Cookies.

5. Chicken pot pie. From scratch. Using this pie crust recipe (with butter, not shortening) and homemade gravy/sauce ... oh wow I wish I could have eaten more last night!!

I am a compliment pig ... and other thoughts

I posted a picture of a little nightgown I made for Thumper on Facebook. And on the sewing forum to which I belong. Love the compliments. They make me feel fantabulous. Then the pattern designer (also on that forum) said, "It looks perfect!" That made me feel even better.

But you know what the best part is? I showed it to the husband and he said, "I've seen those before ..." And I said, "The appropriate response is, 'Dear, you did an amazing job with that.'" He stared at me for a second and said, "Wait, you MADE that?" hahahahaha.

Wanna see? If you're on my FB, you probably already saw it. But here it is.



Isn't it cute? Just used fabric I had on hand to practice with. I'll be using some funner fabrics (with ribbing that matches for the cuffs and collar!) to make more. hehe

And I made a major goof with my son tonight.

I gave him a girl scout cookie. A Samoa. The best kind.

I may have ruined him for anything else now.

Pregnant nightmares

Yeah, I was fine last night, but naptime today was psycho. I'm not going to describe the nightmare, but I had to call MamaBear when I woke up to make sure she was okay. She is just fine, thankfully.

This might be my last baby. I don't know if I can handle anymore of this.

Pregnant dreams

I had a nightmare last night that the family and I traveled to Europe when I was 35 weeks pregnant and the baby was born the next day. And it was a 10-pound baby boy, who obviously couldn't wear any of the pink stuff I'd made and we couldn't use the name we've chosen for our baby girl. And for some reason, my trainer got on IM and we showed him to her ... (coincidentally, I found out later today that she had her baby boy today, but he was only 7 pounds 3 ounces! haha.)

I'm sort of afraid to go to sleep tonight.

In case you ever wondered

what the biblical "manna" tastes like, apparently it's bananas.

At least, that's how Little Mister says banana. "MANNA!" as he's standing at the fridge, staring longingly at them...