Fabric Goodies

This is the quilt I made for the quilt shop from Jelly Rolls.
I made this dress with two charm packs and some red fabric. Railie insists that we go visit it a couple times a week.

Potato People

This is Railie, shortly after her 4th birthday. She is a cutie-patootie turd-bird. (Yeah, I know, not a great nickname, yet oh, so fitting...) (The small writing is my tribute to Jennifer P. who is too sick to do it)

This is Railie's version of our family. We are all holding something in our hands. It's on paper!! I wrote our initial by each potato, er, person, so in 50 years, I would know who is who.
Kid art is so much fun. Maybe we'll have to start taking pictures of the walls before we bleach them. Yeah.

Bunny and Jack E.

When Emma started talking, she called my grandma Berenice "Bunny" and my grandpa Jack "Jackie". She wanted to start 4-H this year and do rabbits, so our friends gave us their cute bunny, named Jack. So now we have a bunny named Jack E.
Close up of Jack's face.
Jack has the hugest (leave me alone, it's my word) feet I have EVER seen.

Blessings

This is literally three houses away from me. Thankfully, the mom is in Arizona and the Dad and kids were at his parents house. If there had been school on Monday, he would have been home on Sunday night. They lost a lot. The dad is about 6'8", just like Wes, but has a bit more meat on him. He has to order his shirts to fit. Mom is an artist. She paints beautiful pictures. Thankfully, they had been cleaning out her art room, so some of her finished pieces and the family photos were in the shop. Dad builds the most beautiful things out of wood. The deck he built still sits, untouched by the fire, at the back of the house near the roses he painstakingly grows. The children are 4 and 7. They don't understand where there toys are. They are all thankfull that no one was home.

FUN!

When it is far too cold to go outside and play, you have to come up with something fun to do inside, all by yourself. I thought that we should pick up toys and put them back in the laundry basket they call home. Railie thought it would be more fun to put little brother in, instead. And mom had to take pictures. Duh.

Railie and Ian in the basket, together.


Ian strangly likes his new habitat.

This was seconds after the first picture I took. Ian is attracted to the camera like any normal(??) child of mine. "Oooh, flash. I'm not crying look at my smile. See, smiling, smiling..." We used to keep Emma smiling by taking her picture. That's before digital. That's why her picture box weighs 30 pounds. And I still have undeveloped pictures of her.

Squeeze and...

Sneeze. Yup, you heard me right. I'm not sure why I want to talk about this, but it is one of those things that you think only mature (read: old) women have to worry about. Until you have children. Then you suddenly understand ALL TOO WELL!

My great aunt Mary was telling my sister and I about a time when she heard a story and laughed so hard she wet her pants. Then she was re-telling the story, and did it all over again.

I always assumed that this was due to her advanced years, until I had Emma. You see, Aunt Mary had six kids. I know you all said, "Ahhhhh!" just now. Yeah, didn't realize what joyful gift those little dearies leave behind. It's not enough that you have to change their pants, but now you have to make sure you get that squeeze in there before you sneeze, or you're changing yours too.

Just a little happiness for your day.

I'll go now.

And the Winner is:

I guess technically, the winners are:

Oh my goodness--can you see us jumping up and down..this is one of the most fabulous prizes...right up our alley...Ooooh- pick me, pick my sister, pick me & my sister!! Love it!!!!blessings, kari & kijsa

These two sisters have an incredible blog that I am sure you will recognize: http://kariandkijsa.blogspot.com/

You must go there and stay for a while...(ever).

Now if you are really sad that you didn't win, I could be persuaded to make some for.... Just contact me and we will chat!!

I HATE not having spell check. You think blogger knows that they are depriving my viewers of quality entertainment???

Snow is Fun??? (Or Frustrated, Who's Frustrated?)

I grew up in Arizona. They aren't really sure what snow is. You see it in a book, or on the news, but what is this crazy frozen water stuff?


I always thought it would be fun to have a snow day, and shared that thought with my children. Until I realized that I don't get a snow day. I'm too old for that frivality. They think it is really fun. Turkeys.
But, none the less, they are fairly cute. Ian likes to eat pizza. He looks like a bird. Not in this photo, but in real life. Only when he eats.
PS: Mom, be glad I didn't stick stamps on their heads and send them to you.