Great news. I have it all so together.
I just ordered prints for the first time since October 2010. You know, when Charlotte was a newborn.
On the bright side, my cart in Snapfish sat so long that the coupon codes saved me $21. Sweet!
I’ll catch up someday. Maybe. Probably not.
I’ve been wanting to use this pattern for a while, but I couldn’t find wool at any of my local stores and hadn’t gotten the chance to trek across town to better stores. Complaining to Blaine about Hobby Lobby’s lack of wool material, he suggested cutting up his coat.
You know, the one that has been sitting in a tote for as long as I’ve known him? The one we’ve moved eight times and has just been waiting for me to get an itch to sew with wool?
Thank you, dear Blaine, for giving me the coat off your back out of storage that you didn’t want anymore.
Your boys look so handsome in it.
It was so fun to make something for the boys for a change.
And now, I’m imagining these in pink…
Waiting until after 7:30 am and the boys were fully awake (and, ahem, not still in bed…) might have given me less “deer in the headlights” – but what fun would that be?
Friday had four girls throwing up. Saturday had Momma wishing she would. Sunday it was Daddy’s turn and Charlotte went for round two. FYI: Do not feed a child hot dogs if there is even a remote chance of seeing it for a second time.
Sterling and Pierce are the anomalies around here. Sterling is pretty proud of his constitution right about now.
Can we be done now?
Just when I think God’s given me more than I think I can handle, He shows me mercy.
Pierce is napping in his own bed. Just this week, after fighting and losing and spending ridiculous amounts of money for D batteries since the swing was the only place he’d sleep, he started napping in his own bed. He’s up, he plays, he eats, he gets crabby, he gets laid down. He sleeps for 1-2 hours, and we start the cycle again.
It’s wonderful.
It’s also time to buy a sound machine. Because, while I loved country music as a teen, now, I love silence. Pierce does not. He sleeps far better with the radio on. But if I hear one more sad ballad from someone who I cannot tell to stop having a pity party to, I’m gonna scream. And yet, the radio just keeps on playing.
I’m thinking waterfalls. Rainforest. Anything but a guitar.
Every so often, I get a crafty idea. And thanks to the internet and people far more crafty than me, I can usually find a tutorial for whatever I can dream up. Someone before me has already thought of it, made it, took pictures of it, and gave me the measurements needed. It’s fabulous.
Today, I had an idea. I wanted to make myself some headbands. But, as it usually goes, my four dear daughters caught wind of the whir of the sewing machine and needed something of their own. And then…
the best idea I’ve had in a while was born.
Headbands, from this tutorial, and flowers from this tutorial, and something sweet for my babies.
Cute, right?
Once in a while, rarely so, my ideas turn out cuter than I imagine. Love these.
Sweet.
Many thanks to Grandma for her quilting scraps. Such fun.
Yesterday, we had a fun day with no school, friends coming over for supper, and a little bit of cleaning before a lot of free time planned. And then…
at noon, Eden lost her breakfast.
By 2pm, Liberty lost her lunch.
Around 3pm, Ruby lost hers.
At 6pm, Charlotte joined the club.
We have a gender specific bug. All four girls threw up more times than I could count, neither of the boys got sick – and I’m still holding out hope that we’re done. Every twinge of my stomach makes me fear that I’m next. Everyone ate breakfast this morning. We’ll see!
Why is it that just when the floors are cleaned and the laundry done and the house is company ready, a child loses her breakfast (and lunch and snack) and all plans are off?
So frustrating.
