Friday, May 03, 2013
these Ikea beads and the next thing you know we'd given birth to earrings. Basically you create a cool design out of beads, then create another one, iron them simultaneously so as to create a uniform sheen and meltedness, poke earring hardware through one of the top beads' centers and VOILA! EARRINGS! We made several pairs of these and they were very fun and easy, the kids really got into it, too. Try it out!
at 9:50 PM
Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Sit at the Beloved's table,feast with gusto, drink your fill
then dancethe way branchesof jasmine and cypressdance in a spring wind.The green earthis your cloth;tailor your robewith dignity and grace.
at 4:10 PM
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Today at the library I saw a little flier by the checkout desk that said:
"Celebrate National Poem In Your Pocket Day on Thursday, April 18, 2013.The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends." I love this!
Here is the poem I have just put in my pocket, a little late, but still.....
You must always keep in mind that a path is only a path.
Each path is only one of a million paths.
If you feel that you must now follow it,
you need not stay with it under any circumstances.
Any path is only a path.
There is no affront to yourself or others in dropping a path
if that is what your heart tells you to do.But your decision to keep on a path or to leave itmust be free of fear and ambition.
I caution you: look at every path closely and deliberately.Try it as many times as you think necessary.
Then ask yourself and yourself alone this one question.
Does this path have a heart?All paths are the same. They lead nowhere.
They are paths going through the brush or into the brush
or under the brush of the Universe.The only question is: Does this path have a heart?
If it does, then it is a good path.
If it doesn’t, then it is of no use.
at 4:22 PM
Saturday, April 13, 2013
It's been awhile since I've written to you on your birthday, all the more reason to update you on who you are now: OLDER, for one thing and also, more and more awesome, if that's possible.
You turned eight yesterday. You knew how you wanted to celebrate your birthday as soon as you got home from your friend Mya's birthday in January: you wanted a slumber party with the same two friends, the same dinner destination (Red Robin!) and the same mousse cups for dessert. Your day was a true celebration, with the aforementioned delights but also nickel games at Wunderland and a viewing of Freaky Friday that night.
Gotta love Skeeball.
A favorite gift this birthday was a label maker, which you have already used and loved, depleting the tape in one whole cartridge. We are all walking around wearing stickers that say "Awesome."
But enough about the WHAT of eight, let's talk about the WHO.
You, my sweet girl, are amazing.
I look at pictures of you and see the many sides to you, all which make you so much more than a beautiful face. You are tender-hearted and empathetic, able to take others' feelings into account. Maybe this is because you yourself feel things (from excitement to disappointment) with gusto.
You are present and notice everything, remembering everything too. You and I have the same habit of finding similarities in people. You often say, "She reminds me of so-and-so" and they really do look alike.
You like school and you get absorbed with playing school. You are a super writer at school and I love your stories. You have written a series about a Bad Cat and I can't wait to see where it's going to go. You also like listening to music and singing. You LOVE LOVE LOVE Kit your American Girl. You have also been working on swimming this year and are oh so close to finishing your last swimming lesson. That's been exciting to watch your improvement in the pool.
Molly dog is another favorite. You are very good at sitting with her and engaging her in some sort of game where she's choosing pick up sticks with large puppy paws. You call her "sweetie" and give her lots of attention.
You are a helper, always there to run and get me things I need. You are connected to me, making a point to kiss me goodbye when I leave the house and giving me sweet notes. As your mom I am so lucky to get to witness your full personality, as you save your quieter side for the public. I love the silly side of you and the side that loves a good laugh. You are funny!
You know what you like, are particular about foods you like to eat. Right now your favorite snacks are seaweed and mango and you prefer to snack more than eat regular meals. You still love hamburgers, chocolate and carrots. Lately you have discovered spaghetti with meat sauce and salad.
You used to get more nervous and scared but you have become more brave. The other day you and your sister got your ears pierced and YOU went first! Your sister is both your best friend and your biggest enemy at times. You play so well together and then will erupt into loud and terrible arguments, and whereas you used to compromise more and let her get her way, these days you are putting up more of a fight about what you want and need, which I'm glad to see.
Avery, I am loving watching you grow and change. I am so glad with a capital G to have you as my daughter.
at 11:05 AM
Friday, April 12, 2013
I love these little people, so.
at 9:10 PM
Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Oh how having a dog changes everything.
Like going on a trip. When you leave for a week to sunny San Diego for spring break, your dog doesn't get to come with you on the plane. So you check her into a kennel and hope that this time, she isn't labelled shy and timid, and that this time, she dives in headfirst and doesn't come home with kennel cough.
This time, indeed, Molly's report card read: "Friendly" and "Active." This time instead of giving us the trainer's business card for shyness, they gave us the trainer's business card for behavior training, to which I reply, "Come on, she's still just a puppy!" (Despite her large size and weight: 68 pounds).
In the seven months we've owned her, Molly has presented us with the usual puppy challenges. She digs up the yard. Her peeing has ruined our lawn. There's the jumping, the biting, the counter surfing. The floors are covered in her shedding fur. And yet it's only been in the past few months that we've felt more of the strain of being dog owners. If you want to race out and get a full bred puppy of some sort, read on, to discourage yourself.
This morning my alarm came from Molly's crate, the sound of hurling. Usually she laps up her hurl, (I know! Gross!) but this time it was all still there. I cleaned it up and inspected it, and within the contents were the fibers of a half-eaten hand knit washcloth, a sliver of undigested rawhide, and....wait for it.....a rock.
She loves to push her enamel dog dish around aggressively once she's finished eating. It's like a compulsion. Most recently, the effects of this were that the dog dish got RAMMED just right into the corner of our glass oven door, causing it to shatter into a million little shards. Luckily it was safety glass, and it held, but we had to replace the glass in the door to the tune of about $300. Next she got fixed, which was another expense, but pretty seamless in terms of the incision healing, etc. plus it bought us a week of a very calm and sedated dog. Then she had an ear infection in her left ear. Not a week after an ear re-check we took her in because following the pulverizing of a new toy, she kept hacking like she had something stuck in her throat. We had x-rays done only to discover that there was nothing stuck and she instead was coughing because she had kennel cough. Cue her second round of antibiotics. Upon picking her up after our San Diego trip, I noticed her right ear was red and irritated. Today's vet visit corroborated a second ear infection. Thankfully a topical treatment was prescribed, one we already had at home from the last ear infection.
Then, not minutes after we got home from the vet, I was out lint rolling the front seat where she'd sat and when I came in, Avery said, "Mom! What's all this blood everywhere?" Upon surveying the scene, sure enough, tiny fresh blood drops trailed all over the floors, dotted the walls, and were smeared occasionally on doors and trim. What the?
It was a mystery for awhile, but we knew it was coming from the dog. I figured during one of her counter surfs she'd scored a knife, as is her way. Turns out, it was her tail that was all bloody and Julia admitted (with shame) to slamming the bathroom door to keep Molly out, catching her tail accidentally in the door. HELLO! Poor poor dog! I am watching it and worried about it, like I worry about Julia when her asthma acts up. This pet business is about being a parent all over again. Will it mean another vet visit? Will she need a cone to keep her from fussing with a wound that doesn't seem to want to stop bleeding? AAAAAA!
There are bright spots, though, always bright spots. Like yesterday, when I took a gamble and left her inside while I trekked to Costco, in search of a new food to try with her in case her ear infections are being caused by an allergy of some sort. I expected to come home and find our Sheffelia munched, or one of my pillows torn, or SOMETHING. All I found was a sweet dog face greeting me at the window, and a return to her rawhide in the corner once she'd greeted me with lots of wags and happy grunts. She was a CHAMP. I was so proud of her and pumped her full of praise. We never leave her in the house when we go anywhere, so this was a success!
People warned us about puppies, and full bred dogs. People said, "Don't get a lab. They are spazes for three years. They shed. They stink." We went ahead and did it anyway.
Despite the stresses and strains, cleaning up blood and vomit, paying another vet bill, I can honestly say that I can't imagine life without our Molly dog. One of the best parts of my day was tossing the ball for my retriever again and again in the backyard.
at 9:40 PM
Monday, April 01, 2013
This year for spring break we put the dog in the kennel and hopped on a plane to sunny San Diego. Virgin America equips each seat with its own screen, and here the girls are indulging in a whole heck of a lot of tweeny bopper shows on Disney, the ones mom never lets them normally watch.
San Diego was a bit overcast upon arrival. Still, it was different and warmer and the tropical foliage immediately had me sucked in. Check out the view from the condo we rented on VRBO....
Whilst in San Diego, we did a lot. We hit the beach....it felt a lot like Oregon but with cooler shells.
We hit LaJolla. What a pretty spot. From the seals on the beach to the yummy restaurants, to Sprinkles cupcakes, it was a worthwhile stop.
We did Sea World. My favorites were the belugas and the sea turtles and flamingos. They get that color from their diet high in beta.
We did Lego Land, too. Check out these sweet RVs built of Legos.
We LOVED the San Diego zoo. We hopped right onto a shuttle and saw the park and then walked around and saw other highlights. It's such a pretty zoo, tons of beautiful foliage and natural habitats and huge enclosures.
This guy was quite something to get so close to.
It's a big enough zoo that taking a tram from one end to another makes perfect sense.
...... a wonderful stop for some shopping and sight seeing. This hotel has been around since the late 1800's. Pretty sweet, I say.
One of the girls' favorite things to do was to hit the pool. They made some friends from Colorado, Greta and Elsa, and inevitably they were able to hang at the pool with them a bit, offering dad poolside chill time and mom time to walk on the beach.....
LOVE YOU SAN DIEGO. Thanks for a great spring break! It was awesome!
at 11:49 AM
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
The above dog for starters, who is now 7 months, fixed, had her first ear infection, been left for two nights at the dog daycare and deemed shy, and who LOVES herself a Steer Pizzle. She, I LOVE.
These pajama bottoms. I loved them so much I wrote a review about them on the site.
Solitaire, live, with real cards and the forgotten thrill of shuffling. I even taught the girls how to play.
Girls. Though for some (not me) it can be graphic in its R-Rated HBO-ness, it is made up of brilliant writing, characters who are people, dialogues that are full of hilarity. Lena Dunham you're my hero. Season two is even better than season one, in my humble opinion.
This entertaining read, which the girls and I are enjoying together. And any picture book written or illustrated by John Klassen.
This bunny, which I ordered two kits to make and now have to get ON to making. Not sure when that will happen but thankfully, my playroom/craft room is clean as of today so there will be an orderly space in which to do the work. (Another good reason to get ON it as that won't last, given the mess makers, aged seven and nine, with whom I live).
Did I ever show you my new craft tables? Might as well now as I'm loving them, too. I got them in green and put them facing each other so the girls can sit at one and I can sit across from them at the other. We can make creative messes there, together.
I am loving (from afar) Andrew Drew Zenor, my new nephew born February 2, the exact day we lost my dad four years ago. (Pictures to come). His sister, now two, is loved, too. Face Time with her is a gas.
And lastly, dear reader, to thank you for showing up yet again, this peppy song.
at 10:41 PM