Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
"Punkin Catch"
Photo shoot from the autumn collection:
Tillie could feed a llama for hours.
Girls Day Out hay ride:
Many complaints on the ride home about how my driving made her pumpkin friend roll across the seat. "That is why you wear a seat belt," says mom.
Tillie could feed a llama for hours.
Girls Day Out hay ride:
Many complaints on the ride home about how my driving made her pumpkin friend roll across the seat. "That is why you wear a seat belt," says mom.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Cake Ball Roller Coaster of Shame and Envy
I was planning a post to bring comfort to all you haters/jealous-types who worry that I am some sort of home-making genius whose skills you cannot match. You see, for Tillie's lego birthday party, I was planning on making darling and delicious cake balls that perfectly resembled the heads of lego figures, according to the directions of this model mom blogger:
Well, anyway, I was a little disappointed in the results of these cake balls. Here's what mine looked like (not lego-yellow, more like dirty white-beige, not lego-shaped, lumpy, poorly applied facial features, greasy tasting, hair-like splinters coming off of pop sticks--some of which stuck through tops of pops, etc.):
But, you see, it turns out that my little friend Hazel was completely delighted by these "failures". So, now you can go back to being jealous of me and my mad cake ball skillz!
Well, anyway, I was a little disappointed in the results of these cake balls. Here's what mine looked like (not lego-yellow, more like dirty white-beige, not lego-shaped, lumpy, poorly applied facial features, greasy tasting, hair-like splinters coming off of pop sticks--some of which stuck through tops of pops, etc.):
But, you see, it turns out that my little friend Hazel was completely delighted by these "failures". So, now you can go back to being jealous of me and my mad cake ball skillz!
Sunday, October 09, 2011
Friday, October 07, 2011
Sappiness Blow Out
In Ohio, we saw a magnificent rainbow that went from one side of the horizon to the other. I'm a sucker for these simple, gorgeous things. Rainbows are super elusive, so sadly, none of the pictures or video capture it properly. Gentle readers, may you see your own rainbow in person soon.
Okay, I can't stand keeping quiet about this anymore. I'm having some kind of overflow of happiness in my life these days. (I think it might be related to the new addiction I have to exercise. It's a little out of control. If the post-workout endorphins were an illegal drug, you would all have to stage an intervention to save me. I have to take a drag on that pipe, so to speak, every single day, and I might be becoming one of those weird gym people. In the future, if you see me wearing matching rainbow wrist and head sweatbands in public, you have my permission to pretend you don't know me. Anyway, that is beside the point.) So many people I know are having babies or getting married or doing some other exciting life-changing joyous thing. I'm just soaking it all up like a sponge. In the past few weeks, I have been feeling a euphoria as high as any low has ever been low in other times in my life. I kind of walk around with a goofy smile on my face all the time, embarrassed to tell people, because it is 1) uncool to be this happy and 2) mighty enviable, dangerously so. Even my grief and worry and anger at various day-to-day or lingering problems seem to be part of the beauty--just swirled into it like an enhancement. I wish it were possible to bottle up this feeling, process it like brined pickles, and save it for later, or better yet share it with others when they need it.
And, because I can't stop the gushing once I've begun, here is a recording of the beautiful singing sound that my newborn friend makes when he is nursing:
Okay, I can't stand keeping quiet about this anymore. I'm having some kind of overflow of happiness in my life these days. (I think it might be related to the new addiction I have to exercise. It's a little out of control. If the post-workout endorphins were an illegal drug, you would all have to stage an intervention to save me. I have to take a drag on that pipe, so to speak, every single day, and I might be becoming one of those weird gym people. In the future, if you see me wearing matching rainbow wrist and head sweatbands in public, you have my permission to pretend you don't know me. Anyway, that is beside the point.) So many people I know are having babies or getting married or doing some other exciting life-changing joyous thing. I'm just soaking it all up like a sponge. In the past few weeks, I have been feeling a euphoria as high as any low has ever been low in other times in my life. I kind of walk around with a goofy smile on my face all the time, embarrassed to tell people, because it is 1) uncool to be this happy and 2) mighty enviable, dangerously so. Even my grief and worry and anger at various day-to-day or lingering problems seem to be part of the beauty--just swirled into it like an enhancement. I wish it were possible to bottle up this feeling, process it like brined pickles, and save it for later, or better yet share it with others when they need it.
And, because I can't stop the gushing once I've begun, here is a recording of the beautiful singing sound that my newborn friend makes when he is nursing:
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
4! [that's four factorial]
My girl is four now! Tillie had a lego party this weekend and invited many other 4 year olds.
It was chaos! (the fun kind, of course)
It was chaos! (the fun kind, of course)
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