Fox in the Woods

ONE!

Ummmmmmmmm.........

There is something seriously wrong with this. Just sayin.

Mecanized electronic joy

Kevin made him. He taps his pencil when plugged in. It's very sweet.

I've been 28 for about a week now

On that day(the 14th) this image popped into my head.
So I made it, and it actually turned out.

Eli the barber

I was in the shower and kevin was 10 feet away with Ruza. I guess it seemed like a good idea to give the boy scissors, paper, and his blessing to go to town. Both paper and hair were cut. Kevin said that Eli ran right over to the mirror to look and messed his hair about, as if to give it's final styling.
Actually, it doesn't look so bad, and I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I did the same thing just before picture day in kindergarten. My mom had to cut my bangs really short just to even it out. I looked a little goofy, but my love affair with baby bangs was born.
Maybe he'll fall in love with tufts of uneven hair sticking up in back. For now it's cute anyway, and serves as a removder of my little boy's curiosity and growth.

Buy Me a Dosta Beba

I love this one.  It's by one of my very dearest friends, Claire Hirtz.  She makes mobiles and art prints for nurseries, but honestly, I want this one for my kitchen...or our front studio where I keep my sewing 

machine.  I've seen how she makes these things, people.  She is a perfectionist.

Her craftsmanship is second to none.  

If you know somebody about to be born, or that likes to cook, or sew, or just stare at the ceiling...buy one.

She does custom work to, which I'm totally having done.  I'm going to put it in my living room...then I'll have to get another for my kitchen, and before you know it, my house will be filled with pinwheels.

So drop into Dosta Beba, and say 'hey' for me.

Spring brought something new

It's finally spring, and I have proof.


And something new, because I've been thinking a lot
about babies, spring, and I had a moment...

I wish I could show you a picture

...but I have to write in a whisper.  If I move, the baby will wake....I'm staring at the sewing machine and it's driving me mad.  Would I rather start and have to stop right away, or just take a few moments of peace?  If I don't start now, when will I be able?  Surely not while she's awake...of course maybe I could keep her content with a cookie for a little while.  Is it worth it?  That cookie won't last that long, and I can't keep giving her cookies so that she'll let me sew!  What a poor little roly-poly baby she would be.     What do other mothers do, I wonder?  How do they get anything done?  How do they wake up in the morning?  Waking up seems to be the hardest thing to do lately.  I think I must have a vitamin D deficiency, or maybe I have two kids, or maybe it's a little bit of both.  

Storm trooper glasses

So we had to buy them.

Fuzzy snow

I used to hate the end of winter when all the snow started melting, and everything was a muddy mess. Today it was pure blissful beauty. Today the mud and dead leaves smelled sweeter than they ever have before. On our walk, Eli pointed out two kinds of snow. Hard snow was the kind piled up in banks, still frozen from being plowed, shoveled, and packed tightly, over and over again. Then there was what he called fuzzy snow, the snow that was melting fast on front lawns, making a beautiful muddy mess, crunching under foot. Here he is crunching fuzzy snow. I sincerely hope no more fluffy snow blows our way. It is only February, though, so that might be a long shot.