Friday, February 11, 2011

Red and Aqua

My new love in fabric:
Janey Kate's first "mommy made dress" that I made in the fall. The fabric is called Plain Jane and the pattern is Sweet Little Dress from Lelia and Ben.
Then I thought I was ordering more of the flowers fabric for the older girls from one of my favorite online fabric stores, Marie-Madeline Studios and bought a bigger print instead. I made a dress up for Emma from this free pattern and wasn't sure I was going to like it but I do. I just need to move the straps in a bit. This is going to be her Easter dress; I feel amazingly ahead of the game, but I bet I am still doing some sewing the week before anyway.
I also took the leftovers from Janey Kate's dress and some other coordinating fabric I had to make myself a kindle cover. I love it. It makes me smile just looking at it.

Chicken Pot Pie: The Continuing Story

So my picky eater cleans his plate (and then wolfs down a PB&J because he is still hungry but no way is eating another serving) and my not-so-picky 13 year old picks out all the peas and leaves them behind. I find myself telling my mom that there was a time that she liked peas. She liked them until we started listening to Sandra Boyton's Rhinocerous Tap CD and the song O, Lonely Peas that goes a little like this:

Dinner is over. I like what I ate,

Except for the peas, which are still on my plate.

O, Lonely Peas, so green, so round, and so small.

O, Lonely Peas, there’s no on who loves you at all…

I guess when you are two and are singing about how no one likes peas at all then you take it so seriously that you hate them too.

While we are on the topic of Rhinocerous Tap, I might as well add that we listened to this CD a lot when Anne Michal was two and Elizabeth was a baby. They song Bad, Bad Babies was a humorous way we all dealt with Elizabeth's incessant crying. Here is a tidbit of those lyrics:

I’m five years old, so you can take it from me -

These babies are never what you want them to be.

They whine and they bite, they chew on your toys,

And oh, do they make the most terrible noise!

Bad babies, they yell and they cry.

Bad, bad babies – you never know why.

They never ever do the things that they should.

Oh, bad babies, why can’t you be good?

I know; it sounds terrible doesn't it? It helped us laugh and cope. In reality, I remember people would ask me if she was a good baby. Some of my standard answers were "She'd like to be good. Really she would" and "She isn't bad, just high maintenance."

The two year old turned pea traitor

And she looks way too sweet to be high maintenance.

And nope, my babies look nothing alike.

(Janey Kate)

Thursday, February 10, 2011


Sometimes pride is a good thing. For example, when you are proud of your son who used to throw up when eating something he didn't like, eats his plate of chicken potpie even though he doesn't like it. Proud of you Jack for the way you have been willing to try new things and eat things you don't like!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011