Marsbarn Designs...

4,383 days

Happy Leap Day! This day that comes once every four years is also Big E's work anniversary. It has been twelve years since Big E started his adventures, or 4,383 days (not that I am counting). For better or worse it has been quite a ride. Know what the best part is? Next year I will get to start my backward count toward his retire date. Yep, this year will mark the half way point. Woohoo!

Chocolate, one of the major food groups

Decadence... there is no other word for it... except maybe gluttony, but that is such an ugly word. This, my friends, is what happens when someone says to me, "but what would it be like covered in chocolate?" This is a chocolate fondue banana wonton.
And it was good.

a quick fiber fling

I tested a pattern. Me. A Crochet pattern. Who knew that my rusty crochet skills were still good for something? (Not me.) Ever want to cheat on your on going projects with a quick fling? You've been toiling along working on a big project (or several large projects) and then you think... wow.. wouldn't a totally different medium be nice for just one day? Well this little clutch was that quick, easy fling for me. I know, I know... I have two quilts I should be working on.. but when I saw that Kalurah at While They Play was looking for pattern testers, I figured maybe, just maybe I could justify stepping out on my sewing commitments... after all I was "helping" a fellow blogger. (Sure, she probably had a fleet of other testers, but let me have my delusions.) I can completely recommend this project as a quick, whip it up and gloat sort of thing. The pattern is easy to follow and well written, plus Kalurah is lovely. My quilts have forgiven my fickleness, and I am back to sewing away.

anatomical art

Little e presented Big E with this drawing. Do you know what this is?

It is the back side of this drawing. This is a bad guy with spiders coming out of his eyes. Now when I say "back side" what I mean is butt-butt... as in "look mamma you can see the bad guy's butt-butt." Now how to properly display this art?

They call it sister love

While cuddling this morning...
h.: "Little e what are you doing with your foot?"
little e: "I am hugging Sweetheart G."
h.: "With your foot?"
little e: "Yes."
h.: "So you aren't kicking her?"
little e: "No!" (with shocked indignation) "I am hugging her."
Sweetheart g: "It feels like kicking..."

Another specialist, another week

Big E did well on his stress test. His ticker is in good shape! Yay! The treadmill was actually easier than he thought it would be. All the trouble seems to be in his lungs. (Darn boogers that they are!)

Auction Project: 1st layer

This is an "in progress" look at the auction quilt. There are still several more layers of details to be added, including more flowers, butterflies, beetles, and a lovely ant. Oh, and then there will be embellishments...

No pain, no gain.. Or Glutton for Punishment?

I hurt myself. I got into the Groove, the Mojo of Coming Together, the Blessed Zone of Creativity. I was working on the school auction quilt, and I had it all falling into place. What? That twinge in my shoulder from sewing for 2 hours? I'll stop after this petal. Some time later... hmm my neck is getting stiff. I did just stop for dinner, um about 90 minutes ago. Oh, some chair stretches should help. Wow, its ten o'clock. Nope it's ten thirty and.. oh I hurt. When I woke up at 5:30 am because my neck was yelling at me I realized just how far I'd overdone things. I have been expecting this to happen since I stopped yoga. Now, I am going to see if I can sneak into a level one class this morning and try and put my shoulder back where it belongs... 'cause I still have more sewing I want to do...

Watch out Bunny! The load is about to drop

And then I heard myself saying: "You have the voice of someone who needs to poo.... Why don't you just go try?" Ah, all Sunday mornings should start this way...
Why does so much of my life revolve around the toilet?
"Why did the monkey shoot macaroni through his nose?"
"He was out of poop!" This was the joke at dinner this week.
Then there are the conversations about consistency, frequency, color, texture, and odor. Poop in all its glory! Someday I will live in a world where everyone wipes their own bottoms and I will go a week at a time without examining someone's stool. Strangely this is not one of the rituals of parenthood that other parents tell me, "Oh, you'll miss that when they are big." Poop, poop, poop glorious poop.
(OH, and the photos? Just be glad I don't have any that are on topic.)

pretty darn good

It is a brilliant lovely day out. Sweetheart G and little e spent the morning helping the yard fairies gather early spring supplies. Bunny and Claude came at lunch time to share our french onion soup. Fresh cinnamon rolls are waiting for tea time, with cream cheese frosting on the side. Things are pretty darn good.