March 30, 2011
At the ripe old age of 32, I’ve got my very first black eye. Sadly I can’t claim that it came from anything interesting. I didn’t get it fighting over my man at a bar. I didn’t catch a hockey puck with my eye. I didn’t jump in front of a moving train to save a baby.
No. I just sat on the floor and let my baby use me as a playground, managing to (not-so-gracefully) knock heads with him during the process. We both looked at each other, said “Ow” and went about our business. It wasn’t until the next day that I realized I was about to start fielding a lot of curious glances and nosy questions.
Well- now you know the official story: I’m clumsy and I grow clumsy kids. The End.
March 16, 2011
I made this to match a white and yellow dress my mom gave me a while back. I named it my Endless Summer Shrug because of the bright yellow yarn color but it turned out it was endless knitting too. I frogged this thing at least six times before I made it all the way to the end. One time I was THISCLOSE to being finished, only about two inches, when I had to rip it back halfway. Gah.
But now it’s done and I love it.
I have to be very careful when I sit in this dress. It’s very, very short. Be a lady, Jennifer. Sit up straight. Don’t forget to breath.
Also? Next time, make your bed BEFORE pictures.
March 16, 2011
I love how rustic our neighbors barn looks. All the saws and doo-dads on the walls look like they are from way-back-when.
If he was dressed like a tiny cowboy, he’d fit right in.
March 10, 2011
It’s not Spring. I know this. It’s only March and it always snows here in May. May is when I can claim Spring, no matter what the calendar says.
I won’t be fooled by the 70 degree weather and clean air that makes me throw open every window and every door in the house. However, I will bask in in it’s glory. I will make sun tea and drink it on the porch. I will play outside and dream of Summer.
But I will not get my hopes up that this is Spring.
March 8, 2011
My Endless Summer shrug is turning out to be endless in more ways than one. To make me feel better, I worked on this super quick t-shirt shrug today. It didn’t take exactly ten minutes to go from this:
(Although, that’s not the t-shirt I used. I was given two of these same shirts for Christmas. I used the one without my name on it. I just forgot to take the before picture.)
But it was pretty close.
I feel much better, thank you very much.
March 7, 2011
Monkey Bread is the only thing my kids know how to cook. I think it’s probably enough. I’m fairly certain that if you can make Monkey Bread, you can survive on your own.
They still require small bits of help, hence the large monkey in the background. What makes me especially happy about this picture is that I told Jeremy I didn’t want Monkey Bread and since he did, he should help the girls make it. Why should I make it when only he and the girls wanted it? Then I ate a huge helping when it was done.
It was delicious.
March 7, 2011
If you’ve been in my house, you’ve seen this monstrosity. If you haven’t, I apologize for subjecting you to the horror that is my kitchen floor.
Some mornings when I wake up it’s too much for me and I have to go lay down again.
March 3, 2011
I know. I haven’t been keeping up. I’ve been working instead. That’s good, right? I like working. Especially working for actual money instead of experience. That’s wonderful.
In other news: The Middle child loves to read. The Little child loves to have people read to him. This works out very well for me.