Sunday, December 24, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I thought it was time to insert a little reality into this little blog. It has been looking a little syrupy around here lately, so I thought you should see the food stuck to the face of a man poised to wipe.....who has not even pulled down his pants because he really has no idea what he is doing.
He is nothing if not enthusiastic. He wants to keep the alphabets from the fridge in the potty, and he must fill a teapot with water whenever there is water in the bathtub and fill this potty because that is the way he thinks it should be.
Further proving that he is his father's son, yesterday I found him in this very spot flipping through The Economist. Pants up, of course.
Monday, December 18, 2006
The children are nestled all snug in their beds and our house smells like chocolate and incense.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
I need to make a list of all the things that need to be done this week, but I must say that I have enjoyed the Christmas "process". I'm ready to clear away all the supplies and bask in the glow of the lights, but I still have thirty five cards to make, parmesan black pepper biscotti to bake, a package to mail to Massachusetts on monday, cookies to bake, another little tree to decorate with all white ornaments, twelve squares of the checkers set to sew down, and packages to wrap.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Sunday, December 10, 2006
We took Miss Ella to the Nutcracker at the local university this weekend. Her ballet teacher was dancing, and now she has a whole new vision of that woman; Sarah is a real ballerina. I was quite impressed by the performance. Ella and Emily were both completely caught up in the magical story, and both loved walking down to watch the musicians in the orchestra before the performance and during the intermission. Ella took Sarah a bouquet at the stage door but was fairly awestruck by seeing her in the full makeup.
Granny and Grampy were here for the weekend, and this morning Ella staged Dolly's fifth birthday party during breakfast. (Dolly is, ahem, a doll) She had five candles in a pumpkin pancake, and she sat at the table wearing a paper hat.
Last night was the third annual building of the gingerbread house. I'm so happy she is finally making shingles.
Friday, December 08, 2006
This little guy is so easy that a four year old can make them! Paint a peanut white with a few drops of glue in a tablespoon of white paint. Roll in salt or sugar. Tie on some yarn. The hat is felt or construction paper. I made the carrot out of a rubber band, but paper would be fine. A safety pin on the back of the scarf makes it into a pin, or it would be a sweet tree ornament.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
The woodpeckers were at it again today. Life in a wooden house isn't always quiet. Ella was a bear today. She wanted to make 22 clothespin dolls for her class tomorrow..or a trillion million. I'm feeling a little beaten down by it all lately, the toys on the floor, the request to be a vegetarian who eats fried chicken, and the best quote of all from yesterday, "Do you know how much my mom hates plastic?" I know, she is five. No filters.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
When I have two or three nerves left I like to make a little something. This is the sleeve of a felted fisherman sweater and a black sock.
I've been trying to wean John, and he is fighting the good fight. He stomps his little feet in a rage. He also trys throwing food, or, if we are in the grocery store, groceries. Giving up nursing means giving up the five minutes of peace in the afternoon. During the day he will take snacks and whole milk, but at night I have much less willpower. I'd sell my soul for the little bit of sleep I do get, so when he wakes up in the middle of the night I tuck him into my bed and get back to the business of sleeping. The hours between midnight and six am are not functional ones for me.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Cruising the crafty blogs, I saw some handmade stockings hung on a ribbon to use as an advent calendar. Then Magic Cabin had a kit. Twenty five days is a long time, but I started cutting the felt. They are all stiched up and I've decorated eight of them. They have little rick rack loops and hang on a green ribbon. I got the little german elf to move from stocking to stocking to mark the day.
As soon as this is done, I'm putting away the motherlode of craft supplies in the dining room. The checkers set is almost done, and it it is pretty amazing if I do say so myself, but these are the last giant projects. I'm calling in the big guns this weekend. My mother is coming for a few days to babysit while I try to finish some of the house projects that I have started and then abandoned in favor of felt gingerbread men and button reindeer.
Come New Years we will have lived in this house for one year. Our bedroom is still Navy blue, and yet it must stop being navy blue. I was out and about shopping with a friend today and I wanted so many housey things. Flannel sheets. Big candlesticks. Candles. Warm room things.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I was sewing somewhat furiously and she wanted to help. I handed her a threaded needle and a piece of felt. She did the rest. I had to untangle her thread a few times, and I sewed on the button for her as "the final touch", but she made this herself. I so love the handle.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
1/2 cup of molasses
2 cups of sugar
4 cups flour
4 tsp baking soda
2 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ground ginger
1 tsp ground cloves
mix well with a big wooden spoon--it will be hard
refridgerate, overnight is fine
roll into small balls, roll balls in sugar and bake at 350 for 8-10 minutes
Friday, November 17, 2006
Here she is ready to go to school this morning. Maybe the phoenix eggs will hatch today. The arrival of the mythical phoenix eggs to the preschool playyard has warmed my heart, the heart recently chilled by all the "mine is bigger, mine is better, you are mean, I want a doodlepony" crapola. I hear that is this imaginative play is a remix of some Harry Potter viewing by another of the phoenix egg players, but is is sweet and nurturing and magical, and it is just what I have been waiting for. It doesn't require any doodleponies and may involve volumes of mud--for the making of the phoenix milk. Knees were made for washing.
Ella's friend came over to have lunch and make cookies. Kind of kicked off the holiday season in a nice way. Next I want to make those Stratford Hall ginger cookies, and I want to be invited over to someones house who is making that Martha triple chocolate peppermint trifle because it is smashingly beautiful.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Sunday, November 12, 2006
clearly saw that all five skandhas are empty,
transforming anguish and distress.
Shariputra, form is no other than emptiness,
emptiness no other than form;
form is eactly emptiness, emptiness exactly form;
sensation, perception, formulation,
consciousness are also like this.
Shariputra, all things are essentially empty-not
born, not destroyed;
not stained, not pure; without loss, without gain.
Therefore in emptiness there is no form, no
sensation, perception, formulation,
no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind,
no color, sounds, scent, taste, touch, thought;
no seeing and so on to no thinking
no ignorance and also no ending of ignorance,
and so on to no old age and death and also no
eding of old age and death;
no anguish, no cause of anguish, cessation, path
no wishdom and no attainment. Since there is
nothing to attain,
the Bodhisattva lives by Prajna Paramita
with no hindrance in the mind; no hindrance and
therefore no fear;
far beyond delusive thinking, right here is
All Buddhas of past, present, and future live by
Therefore know that Prajna Paramita
is the great sacred mantra, the great vivid mantra,
the unsurpassed mantra, the supreme mantra
which completely removes all anguish. This is
truth not mere formality.
Therefore set forth the Prajna Paramita mantra,
set forth this mantra and proclaim:
Gate gate paragate parasamgate*
Translated by Diasetz Suzuki as "Gone, Gone, gone to the other shore, landed at the other shore."
Sometimes when you are looking for a new mantra you find it in the drawer of your bedside table where you put it eight years ago.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
It is always a good time to go out to Floyd, Virginia on a sunny saturday, especially if you want to go to a killer fabric store and suddenly need to make everything under the sun, even shoes. I have fabric and buttons to make that plaid checkers set, a set of advent stockings, and maybe even some sweet stuffies. Maybe a cat. Maybe a quilt.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Great birthday party. One with vegetables, homemade goodies, dress up, outside fun, and pie. Everything was delicious and thoughtful, and I think that every child had a great time. I picked up one of Ella's little friends on the way. The friend's parent's were raking their leaves, and I commented that Ella and her dad had raked leaves yesterday at our local forest Park. Not realizing that this was a community service event, she looked at me as if I were a crazy person and said, "Don't you have a yard?"
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Here she is in all the parts of her costume. Some of the accessories did not go out trick or treating because of the all important candy bag. I love that she wanted to be japanese instead of the ubiquitous fairy princess. Of course, what does she want to be next year? Fairy princess. We were almost an hour late for the town trick or treating, but she got a few pieces of candy, and we went to dinner at Moosewood 72 with some friends and their daughter. It was a mostly vegetarian buffet, good for the most part, but, god, don't ever roll fish fillets in oatmeal. Next year I'd like to do a dinner party at someone's house and trick or treat at five houses who made homemade treats. Who has these mysterious popcorn ball making neighbors? Maybe it could be a caravan. The town trick or treat is good for daylight treating and convenience, but it lacks the spookiness of going up to the doorway, not to mention the gutbusting nature of all that artificial color and flavor. Not that I'm against sugar in all forms. Moosewood 72 had little tiny yummy pumpkin pies and dark chocolate pie cut in bitesize pieces. Next stop, Thanksgiving.