Since today is the second snow day in a row, there's no school tomorrow due to a teacher in-service day and the boys new favorite activity is annoying the ever loving snot out of each other, I needed a little cheering up. So I made some birds and hung them from the curtain rod/branch. Much better.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Just sitting on the couch trying to make a dent in the mending pile when it occurred to me, how many people even have a mending pile anymore? I'd like to think that most people can manage to replace a button if one should happen to fall off their shirt, but how many would bother to sew up a tear in anything? My parents, especially my Dad bring me things to be repaired. And my brother saves up all his mending to bring to me when he comes home from Sweden once a year. Aren't I a lucky girl?! Actually, fixing something so it can be useful again does make me feel good and... well, useful. But really the best part about mending today is that while I was accomplishing something I also was able to listen to Drew tell me (in a very round-a-bout and lengthy manner) about the book he's been reading without wishing he would hurry up. And I also overheard Ian playing with the 'Captain Underpants' he built out of duplo legos, which was epic and hilarious. I'm so glad I didn't miss that.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
|Spring in Northern MI - flowers one day, a foot of snow the next!|
I spent a good couple of hours this morning snuggled up like this. I think M must be coming down with something, he never sits still that long. So, during nap time today I kicked Daddy and boys outside, with Daddy under the impression that I needed the child free time to finish knitting items for the Easter baskets. Really, I just needed everyone to stop touching me for 5 minutes. My patience is a bit wobbly this week.
|Why, yes, those are 3 foot tall snowballs in my front yard.|
|The last snowman of the season. I hope.|
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Don't ever buy a house. Really. EVER. Especially if it was built before 1920. Oh my god. I remember an idyllic time when I blithely said "I want new flooring the kitchen and bathroom." And I measured everything and went to my local orange store and bought many cases of pretty tile. Which then expanded into new floors in the kitchen, bathroom, mudroom and laundry room since they're all kinda connected. So I measured again and went back to the orange store and bought many more boxes of pretty tile.
Which then turned into "Well, as long as we're ripping up the old flooring (all FIVE glued and nailed down layers of it!) to try to level it out, we might as well swap the positions of the stove and fridge to improve the flow of the kitchen." Which, of course, meant moving the gas line to the other side of the kitchen. Which meant moving part of the plumbing to make room for the gas line. Which also meant rearranging ALL of the cupboards so the stove and fridge fit. Which meant that the counter top was no longer the right size. Which meant SPECIAL ORDERING the new counter top since they no longer carry the right color in stock. Which will take approximately FOUR WEEKS to arrive. *Whimper* All of which boils down to, I haven't had a kitchen since Saturday and probably won't for at least another week. I have a crock pot and a toaster in the living room. As of yesterday even the microwave is out of commission. I might get that back day after tomorrow. Maybe. I get to run an obstacle course of kitchen cabinets in my bed room to get to the bed every night. Oh, so much fun at 2 in the morning while stumbling to the bathroom!
And to top it all off, Andy brought home a bronchitis/sinus infection plague from Green Bay and gave it to the kids and I. Welcome home honey, thanks ever so much. I feel like I'm living in some warped version of 'If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.' I'm calling it 'Plague City....the Construction Edition.'
|No, I didn't just take pictures, I actually helped too!|
|My dining room looks like this.|
|Dad FINALLY putting something back IN the kitchen.|
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday found us wandering about Pigeon River State Forest searching for morel mushrooms, with Mimi, Poppa, Uncle Doug, and Aunt Suzan.
We climbed trees, found acorns (but only took home the ones with "their hats still on!"), played with sticks, and dicovered that you can write on birch bark with a twig. No birch trees were harmed in the making of this photo....we only took the bark off of the trees that had already fallen down. Drew confided that he thinks that "This is how the Indians wrote letters to each other, 'cause they didn't have paper." I now have two scraps of birch bark on my desk that say "I love you, Mama," next to a jar of dandelions. Perfect.
But most exciting of all, we came home with this:
Just enough for us all to have last night with our steak, and, oh gosh, were they good. After reading 'I dig dandelions (and apricot blossoms)' by 6512 and growing, we also added a dandelion salad to dinner. Ian wasn't impressed, but the rest of us thought it was great. It might have been the perfect dinner, wonderful food, fabulous conversation, and the kids even used their manners so very well. What more could a Mama ask for?