Saturday, February 27, 2010
Books on Sugaring:
Maple Syrup Season~Purmell
Grandpa's Sugar Bush~Carney
Books on Sheep/Shearing:
Weaving the Rainbow~Lyon
From Sheep to Sweater~Nelson
One Little Lamb~Greenstein
Books on Birds:
Hooray for Spring~Iwamura
Spring: an Alphabet Acrostic~Schnur
Mother Earth and her Children~von Olfers
Like a Windy Day~Asch
A New Beginning~Pfeffer
The Spring Equinox~Jackson
A Tale for Easter~Tudor
Seasonal (but with a spring feature):
Circle of Seasons~Muller
A Time to Keep~Tudor
Around the Year~Tudor
The Seasons of Arnold's Apple Tree~Gibbons
Friday, February 26, 2010
I began my "30 day shred" yesterday. I've heard it's a good workout, I've heard it's hard, and I've heard it works. My thoughts:
I don't believe there is a muscle in between the region of my elbows and knees that isn't finding itself a bit tender at the moment--and I'm reminded of this every time I head up or down the stairs. I've done it two days now, and unfortunately my abs still do not look like the abs of the three women on the video (yep, I checked--immediately following the first workout). However, I'm still really excited about this video, because it REALLY feels like a workout, and it only take 25 minutes. I love that there are three different workouts/three different levels. I don't think it will bore me like some videos do. Honestly, it moves so fast you really don't have time to think about being bored! That, and you are trying so hard not to die. ;o)
What is encouraging to me is how much better I feel after breaking a good, honest sweat two days in a row. My cold symptoms have nearly disappeared and I have so much more energy. And now my kids are "playing" 30 Day Shred--it is a great way for them to work off extra energy (which we have had an extreme abundance of lately!). Hopefully, this will help a whole bunch of muscles remember how to be muscles again--and yikes am I incredibly unflexible at the moment! My back feels like it's made of cement. So, here's to more "shredding." ;o)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
And speaking of dreams, Kathy, this is for you. The other night I dreamed I was in your dining room and you had painted it a very dark royal blue/black color. And you had used a very high gloss paint so every brush stroke was showing. It was interesting. ;o) Not only that, but you had added a mural of the state capitol in the corner, that had light-up lights in it. Facing the mural was an elliptical machine, which I climbed on and used. I'm not sure what all that means, but in case you were getting an urge to redecorate I would encourage you to stay away from the dark colors and high gloss paints--it's not a good combo. ;o)
I'm feeling better this morning, as opposed to yesterday morning when I thought my head might explode . . . rather "crusty" around the edges, but I think school shall be back in session and I will resume my janitorial duties. yay. (which I purposely wrote with all lowercase letters, because it it a lowercase kind of yay, not a YAY!!!!! where I would show some real excitement)
And here is my random thought for the day: Life is short, use real butter and cream. Truly. Have you ever put cream on your oatmeal? It's awesome.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The boys making sure I woke up at 5:30, whether I wanted to or not. I put on a video for them this morning, then I did my Bible reading and crawled right back into bed. During this time they got hungry and dished themselves up bowls of shredded cheese--the last bag of shredded cheese that was going to go on our chili at lunch.
I think my thyroid is heading into or is overactive at the moment. This always happens after I have a baby, my hairs falls out (not fun), I loose the rest of my baby weight (a huge plus!), and I am hot, sweaty, emotionally wound tight, unable to sleep, with a racing heart. So far I just am feeling hot and sweaty a lot. Oh, and not sleeping so well. So, I stopped taking my synthroid, which is supposed to give my thyroid the right amounts of hormone. (If my body is going haywire I don't want to add to that). I should have had blood work done already but I kind of forgot about getting the SIX week postpartum check scheduled and consequently I don't see my midwife until next Monday, when I am 10 weeks postpartum. Oops. ;o) So, there's that.
I think Owen has a portion of my cold, the stuffy nose portion. Since babies mainly breathe through their noses he struggles to stay asleep at night. As do I . . .
I don't own any kleenex. I gave up buying it years ago because my children enjoyed the cause/effect part of it too much. We went through a lot of kleenex. Toilet paper works just fine--until your nose starts seriously DRIPPING. Then toilet paper starts to hurt. Particularly when you buy the cheap-o toilet paper because, yes, my kids have been known to use a bit too much of that also. I don't really like watching money go down the drain . . . literally. Consequently, my nose is quite chafed.
Today was Owen's two month appointment, which meant the dreaded drive to the WAY NORTH side of town. Thankfully Josh was able to keep the other four kids for me this morning, so that made the experience much simpler.
Owen got shots.
Owen is having a reaction to one of the shots . . . the one they put in his right leg. He woke up from a nap with a bright red upper portion of his leg. It is REALLY sensitive. Consequently, he is not a happy camper. I have yet to figure out a way to hold him and nurse him without causing him tremendous pain.
I ran out of toilet paper and had to make a run for it this afternoon. You would have thought it might have occurred to me to get myself a box of kleenex. Alas, it did not.
This evening I left the boys in the bath and headed downstairs to finish cleaning up the kitchen. I heard sounds of something akin to body surfing, or at least what I THINK body surfing would sound like were you to attempt it in your bathtub. I headed back upstairs with trepidation.
The bathroom floor was thoroughly flooded. It took like EIGHT towels to soak it up. (which of course is why you should never leave your children unattended in the bath . . . it makes soooo much more laundry for you)
I will never, ever be caught up on laundry again.
And that is pretty much my day. I'm hoping for a better one tomorrow . . .
Now that Jackson is drawing I'm finding there is a startling difference--his pictures involve ACTION, stuff like him hiding in an apple tree with just his feet dangling out and Daddy can't find him, or him taking command of a pirate boat and a shark bumping the pirate boat up into the air and Emmett falling off and drowning but Jackson put on his swimsuit and jumped in and saved him (yep, all in one picture--and wow was I relieved he took time to put on his swimsuit before saving his brother's life) and then lately there are the rocket ship pictures: First he drew one with me--as a blonde!-- watching him head out in his rocket. The picture above is Jackson (on the right) and on the left his new friend "Cabby Spork" getting ready to travel to space together. I have no idea how he came up with that name, but as always, the details delight me. ;o) He'll probably be on a rocket kick for a few more days. In the meantime Emmett has been drawing spider webs (at least that is what he calls the scribbles he has regressed to . . .), and the girls are drawing blueprints for fairy houses to build once spring arrives. What fun I have seeing life through their art! ;o)
Monday, February 22, 2010
Owen is such a sweetie. As I write he is being serenaded by his sisters to the tune of "Dance, Dance Turtle" (a Veggie Tale silly song) while a stuffed duck dances around him. He watches quite patiently. He sports a receding hairline, but I do believe there is a fine layer of blonde fuzz getting ready to fill in the empty spots. He rewards us with his smiles and gurgly coos, and as Jackson proclaimed this morning, "Owen is the bestest baby on the whole earth!" He is special to each of us and brings so much joy to our family. I'm so glad we opened our hearts to the possibility of him.
Tomorrow we're off to the doctor to find out his "stats." ;o) I'm pretty sure he's now somewhere in the 12-13 lb. range--lots more softness and squishiness to snuggle with. ;o)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
(my favorite sonnet . . .who doesn't love some iambic pentameter?) ;o)
Friday, February 12, 2010
We enjoyed having my sister and her kids, my mom/dad, and youngest brother over this morning for a bit of cookie decorating, Valentine exchanging, and lunch eating. I think 3/5 of the fingers on my left hand might remain a vivid shade of pink for awhile, but it's always worth it. ;o) I don't think the kiddos ever tire of getting to decorate cookies. And eat them. Jackson informed me his stomach hurt, and I can only wonder why--he didn't quite get the concept of having a collection of spectacularly decorated cookies to show his Mommy. He decorated one, ate it, then decorated another one, ate it . . . Emmett on the other hand took a nibble out of each to test his decorating skills, you know, to make sure he was on track and all. ;o) We wrapped up with grilled cheese and tomato soup and played with a new set of Under-the-Sea connectagons from Granny. Papa Roy left sporting tattoos from To.y St.ory on both wrists. So, all-in-all a very fun morning. ;o)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Painted muslin eggs with feather stitched seams--found here
"Grunged up" muslin eggs with ric rac sewn on (I think I would put something extra in the middle though, maybe another stripe of ric rac or other embellishment?)--found here
A bunny pillow (except I'll be doing mine with a combination of wool felt mounted on burlap, maybe some pom pom fringe around the seam?)--found here