Sunday, September 27, 2009

Grace Gets Crafty

Grace got a sewing machine from Santa last Christmas. She was finally ready for her first project - a quilt - last weekend. First, Gramma showed her the basics.
Then I stepped in to help her sew together the quilt top (made from 4 bandanas), make the quilt sandwich, and sew it all together.
Grace did so well. She seems to be a natural, which is exciting because should I ever take up making purses again I will be sure to employ her in my sweat shop.
The finished project - the front.
And the back. She is pretty proud of it (and so am I) and even took it to school for show and tell this past Friday.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

First Day of School

Today was the first day of school - first grade for Grace and pre-kindergarten for Annabelle. Last night we had a celebratory dinner (pasta with no sauce), ice cream and dance party to get ready. Their outfits were all picked out, backpacks were packed, and lunches were made. They were both excited, but slightly anxious.
MAMA: Grace, can't you just stand still and stop doing all these crazy poses so I can take a normal picture???

GRACE: Mom, I am a poser. I pose, that is just what I do.

MAMA: I see. Well, can we just get a little pose?

GRACE: Fine.
Annabelle was a bit nervous - this year she is at a new school, away from all her friends and the teachers she knew and loved. But she had a good time. Both girls were a tired when they got home, but are ready for day two.

Michael, Faith and I went to Target to celebrate. Michael may not be starting school, but he is attending potty boot camp at home with me. We picked out some big boy underwear and some pull-ups for nighttime. This should be interesting...wish us luck.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Hurricane Michael

This is Hurricane Michael.
This is what kind of damage a Category 3 "nap" can do.
It is a lot of work making such a mess. Sometimes the hurricane passes out for a few, in the middle of his destruction.
But that just makes him stronger. By bedtime, he is a category 4.
I should have left him in there.