new baby knitting

A pair of summery shorties, modeled by baby brodie. Super quick to knit, especially considering my last projects have all been adult socks! I also used a spool knitter for the first time since I was a kid (for the i-cord) and will never use dpn's again.

ps: Hannah and Dr. Cuz: These are up for grabs as loaners, lmk if you're interested! They're tiny (NB size for sure).

22 months

Years ago, when Tonka was getting ready to wean, my mother had some sage words: "pay attention. You never know when the last time you nurse him will be."

So I did. I remember the way I held him, the place we were, and the mix of relief and loss I felt when I realized days later that we were officially "done." He was about 20 months old, and I was just a few months away from having his brother, Monkey. A new nursling who in just 2 months will officially be a two-year old. My mother's words are echoing in my ear again, and again I feel a mix of relief and loss. Now when we nurse, it is only for a few minutes (or seconds, when something more interesting comes along...like a camera!), and there is no more milk. A day or two will go by, and I will think, "is this it?" or, "I said no to him last time, will there be another?"

Moments like this afternoon, when he asks and I oblige, are precious to me and well worth documenting. I love that connection we have, and I love that Monkey's brother is a very close (ha!) part of that connection. While we sit, I relax, pray, and remember that though my boys are growing up there will soon be another newborn in my arms, and the cycle will continue.

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what you can't see: all the boogers I wiped just prior to taking these this morning. because of course you all know my boys make some pretty impressive snot.



what you can't see: the belt holding the now permanently unbuttoned pants up. because of course you all wanted to know the status of my waistline.


13 weeks (link is to 12, but close enough)

potty training, bum style

ps: only one accident all day! Many kudos to Daddy, who always said he wanted to be a personal trainer on the side (ha) and is totally taking the lead on this one, stats wise. Apparently this is what happens when you ignore a kid on the pot long enough...


potty training 1, 2. potty training 3, 3. potty training 2, 4. potty training 4

sometimes I sew

just realized I never posted pics of what I made for my good friend Hannah's baby shower. She's due this month. Also at the shower was another college friend, Jill. As far as I know she is not expecting (lol). Wow, we all look a bit tired...Leather shoes are from some of my Grandma's fabric stash. Can I mention one more time how much I love her machine? went through both layers like a dream. Also pictured are a couple dozen wipes (cloth diapers: everyone's doing it), a little headband for better gender identification by strangers, and plugs. Cus you never know when you might need one.

remains of a good meal

butternut squash soup and soaked monkey bread. Christopher ate 3 helpings. Patrick ate 3 bites and said, "this meal is not very good mom. May I be excused please?" To his credit, he is equally frank with his approval (but still!). Not the prettiest picture, I apologize. I was too hungry to find the camera before digging in...(and now you know why...) Recipes (ish) follow.


Butternut Squash Soup
1)cut 2 squash in half, save the seeds (some for sprouts, some for planting). drizzle with olive oil, sea salt, and pepper and roast in the oven until fork-tender. cool and scoop into blender.
2)thaw some chicken or veggie stock and add to it: celery, sweet potato, onion, peppers (red and yellow, I used frozen), garlic, thyme, and marjoram. Throw in a bone or two if handy. Simmer until sweet potato is fork-tender.
3)dump everything except the bone and some of the broth into the blender with the squash. Add a few handfuls of roasted pumpkin seeds and puree.
4)pour back into pot with remaining broth and bring to a simmer. just before serving, ad a bit of whole milk.

Monkey Bread
1)start with the basic recipe from 5 minutes a day bread (whole grain edition) or any soft bread dough. Soaked is best!
2)divide into a bunch of little balls (smaller than golf balls). grease a pan while your son or other pair of hands is dumping them in a 1/2 butter, 1/2 coconut oil mix and then into xylitol (or sugar) and cinnamon.
3) stack (or dump) into pan. Top with remaining butter/coconut oil.
4) bake at 350 45" or so until done. For best presentation, invert onto plate. Doesn't really matter since it won't last the night!

ABC's and 123's

We practiced up a bunch and look what we can do! E: the pound-for-pound challenge is back on with a vengeance. See you in September!

Thrifty Thursday

a few weeks ago I found these skinny jeans and patent pleather flats at a local church-facilitated "free place" (thrift store where everything is...free!). here's hoping they are cute enough to motivate me to finish my to-do list for the day. Floors are mopped, kitchen is next (help!). UPDATE: well, skinny jeans are a bit formal when yoga pants are available, but apparently posting a before pic is motivation enough to produce this: yay :) the only 3 things left on the counter are all for dinner (red beans and rice with cornmeal muffins)

WW: a little light reading before bed.

the making of a game

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1. fold a paper so that there are 16 squares. have your resident 3yo draw lines on top of all the folds. resident 1yo may play alongside, provided he take off every.single.cap from every.single.marker to make sure they all write.
2. acquire stickers (thanks, GB)
3. corral resident hubby to join you for some tea and a game after dinner. take turns occupying the 1you while playing this simple grid game with the 3yo. books and the cat are good options.
4. rules: take turns rolling a die (preferably huge, we were temporarily lacking), counting how many "dots" and placing that many stickers on your grid; one per square. work L to R, top to bottom. object is not to win, per se, but to have each person's paper filled before the 1yo knocks over the stickers and makes off with the dice.
5. jump up and down hysterically when your grid is complete.

those crazy uncles...

t-shirt recon

..because the "before" t-shirt was destined for the thrift store, and I needed something to wear this black shirt with (there are little black stripes on the pants, don't think they showed up in the pic). Besides, yoga pants are ridiculously comfy, especially when they have a waistband that is adjustable to accommodate either short or long tops.
tutorial here, on crafster. super easy, and fast. Just make sure you start with at least an xl shirt!

Rudy's formal introduction

(or, just an excuse to play with the new post settings.  FTR, I am sufficiently confused)

pretty cute cat, mom was a garage cat (which may explain a lot).  calms down...once in awhile.  Loves to be carried upside down by the monkey.  In retaliation, Rudy often chews on his ears. It's a love-maul relationship, of which I have very little photo documentation thus far (they won't hold still!)



~mira (not GrannieBoo)

setting pretty

A pretty "new" table deserves pretty "new" placemats, yes? In a former life, the table (better pic coming at some point) lived at the Dr. B's house and the placemats were huge napkins Granny Boo purchased from the thrift store a couple of years back. The strips I cut off are long enough to do something with, I'm just not sure what yet. ideas? maybe coasters for the cups?


To complete the explanations, the dishes started at Texas Hot's, moved to the Salvation Army's church, and then to their thrift store, where they were nabbed by my mother for me. The silverware is the same set my Granny has; she picked up a second set at an auction and gifted them to me. The napkins were on the tables at my wedding and have been in almost daily use since...especially the ones I sized down for smaller fingers.

phew!

UFO sighting...

...oh yeah, and a coupla cute kids ;-p

specs: this pattern, yarn from Jo-Anne's (aquamarine colorway), a few changes to accomodate for my...relaxed...knitting style.

We mentioned that we had ducks, but did we tell you what they started doing?!

Laying eggs!!
So of course you can guess what we did....

ate them, duh.mmm organic duck eggs. yum.

premature joy

Monkey's only getting one or two presents from us this year. One of them came secondhand from a free place nearby. Because it had been previously loved, this particular gift required a bit of crafting before it was ready for the boychild. Namely, pants. I had the bright idea to craft them from some of Abuela's denim scraps, and was zooming right along on them not many minutes ago. Monkey was awake, but not paying much attention until he happened to climb up onto a chair and saw what was on the table next to all my sewing paraphernalia.


I'm not sure I have the heart to hide him (the baby) away again, even if it is only for a few more weeks! WWYD?

home-school-ish lately

While Tonka is transferring pinecones, Monkey is helping himself to a snack.while Tonka is stringing beads (to make a snake, of course)...Monkey is napping.While Tonka is sorting beads from rocks, Monkey is towing and dumping.

While Tonka is learning the basics of card playing...Monkey is putting them in and taking them out.
And while Tonka is eating...Monkey is eating. As if there was ever an alternative.

That's how we roll, yo.

mud boots on Thanksgiving

This year, my boys learned that mud is a blessing (yes, it is a learned activity for some). What a gift it is to have a house with access to free dirt AND hand-me-down mud boots.

is it the beginning of the end?

so.... the Monkey refused to wear this today:
causing his mother to recall these: Which were a much more acceptable alternative to the boy who thinks he can do it all. Thanks for getting us started, Granny Boo. (I think)

Did I mention we have ducks?

We got them from the nurse-cousin's neighbor, as it turns out... After Tonka and two different dogs mistook the greenish pond for more grassy lawn and took a "swim," D took matters into his own hands called a number listed in Craigslist . When we turned onto the man's road I realized where we were. Good thing too, because we had to drive to her house (and wake her up...oops...) to borrow a box big enough to fit our new pond cleaners dinner options pets. and no, Sheena, we will not be eating them...they're for the edification of our future homestead pond! And they eat bugs! The man had several varieties to choose from and we settled on three Cayuga ducks; two females and a drake with a formerly broken leg. They are so fun to watch and we cannot wait for the first egg to be laid!Oh, and 'fer thinks he can do anything. But that's another post entirely. For those of you curious, Abuela's former living room planter has a new life as the base for the duck's outside pen. During the night they sleep in a duck house that was custom made for my brother's first dog many (ha!) years ago; it now sports a hinged door in the rear for egg retrieval.
Other Emily, I hope your kids like feeding the ducks; that's how they're going to earn their keep at my house. ;-p