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Project Run and Play Week 4

2012-01-27T05:00:00.001-07:00

Thank you guys so much for voting last week! Phew, I made it through and am so glad because I really wanted to make this coat! Yes it's Outerwear week...week 4 and I am thrilled to still be in the competition. Head on over to Project Run and Play to vote (voting is up till Sunday night) and then come on back and check out these photos.

I just have to say that I was knocked flat by a wicked stomach bug this week so the fact that this coat even got made is kind of a miracle. Luckily there was a good bit of hand sewing which could be done laying on the couch, and I had mostly finished the pattern before it hit.

Unfortunately the coat didn't get done till the very last minute so we had to take photos outside on a dark rainy day (yesterday eek!).

I dyed the linen to get the perfect shade. I've found that adding a touch of black to anything I'm dying gives it a richer, sort of softer look...which is what I am looking for. I use liquid dyes so I can keep adding and mixing and adjusting and I almost never use just one color.

I quilted this coat and I forgot to mention that I used regular 6 strand embroidery floss that I actually dyed also. It started out pale blue and so it turned out just ever so slightly different color than the fabric-- which I love and think just adds to the depth of the coat.

I didn't quilt though all three layers but just the outer and batting layers and then inserted the lining as usual.

I made bias tape and used it to finish all the edges. Linen is really wiggly when its cut on the bias so its a tad tricky to get sewn in neatly.

The cuffs are a little long on purpose #1 so this will fit her for more than 10 min, but also because I wanted to be able to fold them up and get a peek at the lining. I love the tone on tone look of those fabrics together.

I forgot to mention that these buttons are wood. They felt perfect for the natural vibe of this coat.

So one of the hardest things about this whole process is getting Avery to hold still enough to take a decent picture. She is SUCH a ham, which I love and normally would be all about showing her personality in photos, but since its a sewing competition I am trying to make sure the clothes look good and she pulls the funniest craziest body positions and faces constantly. I'm like "Avery...PLEASE just make a normal face."

"But mom...this is my thinking face."

Love this girl.

Project Run And Play Week 3

2012-01-20T05:00:00.001-07:00

Well it's Friday and that means a new look for Project Run & Play! This week was sewing through the decades and I am super excited to see what everyone did. I am hoping to squeak by this week because I have a feeling the competition is going to be fierce!

Vote here for your favorite!

I think Avery looks pretty sweet in her 40's inspired look.

For my look this week I sort of re-did a sun-suit romper that I had designed last Spring for Once Upon a Thread. I just love a romper and I guess I haven't gotten it out of my system. Since the rules for the competition are that we can start from a pattern as long as we redesign it I felt OK about this, especially since the pattern I was starting from was one that I completely designed in the first place. Plus it gave me a chance to work out a few of the kinks from the last time I did it. I added a removable linen collar and snaps at the crotch to make potty trips easier for a 3 year old. Plus I did a few fit adjustments.

I think the back is my favorite part. I love the stripe and how it opens a bit to vent.

This look is sweet and simple.

More close-ups later. My computer is being crazy as I have managed to fill up the hard drive with photos. My children are sick, and I am worn out! Tired but happy to share this little outfit with you.

Thanks for playing along!

Wow! Thank YOU!

2012-01-16T14:21:00.004-07:00

("Sewing Hair" aka, I haven't showered properly in a few days hair...the instagram filter makes it look less greasy than it actually was, but it was greasy. And I ran to the fabric store looking that way. And I will likely do it again this week so if you happen to see me at JoAnnes in my sweatpants and this hair, do not be alarmed... I am just busy sewing. All is as it should be.)

I honestly cannot believe it, but I won again at Project Run and Play this time for my little boy's outfit. And I am not trying to just be humble here...I am sincerely a little shocked. I thought every single one of the other outfits were just darling and well made, so it is quite a big honor to have won. Really all, thanks so much for your support and all the sweet things you say. Your comments just make my day!

I am excited to have made it one more week and to get to show you what I am working on for the next challenge. That will have to wait till Friday, but since I won I will be over at Project Run and Play on Wednesday to share a few things about how I made my boy outfit. Hopefully you're not getting sick of me.

And I forgot to mention it here, but I posted a tutorial on how to make the scallops for the "Every Color in the Box Dress" over there last Wednesday if you are interested.

OK, well I'm back to it. You will be glad to know that I have bathed properly today so I'm already ahead of the game. Onward and upward!

Project Run And Play Week 2

2012-01-13T05:00:00.001-07:00

Whew! I made it through another week of furious sewing. For those just joining, I am competing in Project Run and Play, a childrens' clothing design and sewing competition. This week's theme is "Boys Week", and I sure had fun making this little outfit for my little boy.

Head on over to vote,

And then come back and check out this gratuitous display of photos.

I tried to get him down for a nap all day so I could finish sewing those darn pants, and then once he finally went to sleep I had to wake him right up to get some photos before the sun went down. Poor kid. He wasn't happy about it. I wasn't wither. I was hoping to get some good shots of his pretty blue eyes to play off his blue pants. Too much to ask?

It looks like his shirt is too short in this picture, but I had pulled it up so you could see his belt.

Carving supplies for making the print on his shirt. It was easier than I thought it would be.

My paper mock up of a shawl collar. The first one didn't work but after a few tweaks number 2 was a success!

I am aware that some people will HATE this belt for a boy. I don't care. I love it. Fashion is all about taking risks right?

Couldn't get him to put his little mitts in those pockets.. Love a pocket though.

This is the only photo I have of the pants pattern making process. I really wanted to use a pair he already had as a guide, but I didn't want to take them apart because I like them so much so I contorted them around and carefully pinned tracing paper to them and employed various other maneuvers I learned in my pattern-making class to get the basic shape, then added pockets etc., and somehow it all actually worked! No time for a test pair. I started this pair at like 7 pm on Wednesday night.

Yipee!

2012-01-09T09:41:00.004-07:00

(the view from my sewing table)
I owe it all to you and Diet Coke.

Oh my goodness! I really can't believe it but I won the first week of Project Run and Play! Thanks to you guys of course. I really appreciate everybody supporting the competition even if you didn't vote for me. All the blog links and facebook mentions and tweeting to get the word out to get as many people in on this whole thing makes it so much fun. So thank you.

I will be back on Friday to show you my next look. Its a boy themed look and I am having fun (and getting my hands dirty) making it. Can you guess what I am doing? I've never made anything clothing-wise for Ollie so I am really excited about it.

And because I won this week, I will be posting a tutorial on Project Run and Play about how to make all those crazy scallops on my Every Color in the Box Dress on Wednesday, so look for me there.

For all I know I could be out next week so I am going to enjoy this win while I can! And sewing like crazy. Enjoying and sewing...that's what I'll be doing this week.

Thank You! Thank You!
Danielle

Every Color in the Box Dress

2012-01-07T13:46:00.005-07:00

First of all I just want to say THANK YOU! to everybody for your kind kind words and supportive encouragement. I am honestly overwhelmed by all the love (if maybe slightly uncomfortable with all the attention...but so grateful nonetheless!)

When I decided to do this competition, I sort of told myself that I was just going to make whatever it was that had been floating around in my brain and not let myself be swayed by what I thought might be popular etc. Of course everything we do creatively is influenced by things we see so of course I absolutely draw inspiration that way, but I really kind of tried to unplug from looking at pinterest and other sewing and design blogs etc. so I could just tap into my own imagination and not be too influenced.

Anyway, I am just mentioning all this because there were points when I was making this dress where I honestly wondered if people would hate it (and maybe some of you do! And that's OK;)) and because it was coming so much from my gut I felt (feel) so emotionally involved in this dress. It's hard to know until it all comes together if its going to work or not and though I meant to get started sewing far in advance, with Christmas and lots of visitors etc. that just didn't happen.

(Avery was so not into this photo shoot)

So I really was sewing right up until the day before we posted, (Thank goodness I'd gathered all my supplies ahead of time.) and just wasn't sure if it'd all work out. So it just means an extra lot to me that so many of you like it! I really wasn't sure. I kind of thought it would be a -- love it or hate it-- kind of a look. Anyway, thanks for loving it. Or at least for loving me enough to pretend you do;)

Second, I was surprised that so many people thought at first that the scallops were part of the fabric. That never even occurred to me, and I should have probably done a better job explaining it.

Piecing those little buggers was far and away the thing that took the longest on this dress. But they were also the design element that I was most excited about and totally the jumping off point for me.

Anyway I am going to try to get a little tutorial together to show you just how I did it. I am so far behind in sewing though. Honestly I am basically just doing all the challenges in real time at this point. I meant to have at least a few done when we started but it didn't happen. Luckily (and because I know myself and sort of guessed this might happen) I spent a lot of time thinking, imagining, planning, and buying for potential looks ahead of time so if I can just get the fitting and sewing done I should be alright.

When I was following the past seasons I just kept thinking, "How are these girls getting all this sewing done and still maintaining the rest of their lives?" And after just one week in the competition I am still wondering that. Because I am not keeping the rest of my life together.

My house was a MESS all week. I am not a good multi-tasker. Even though I mostly only sew after my kids are in bed, I still felt like everything else was sliding. Most of the girls in this season sew all the time and post regularly on their blogs and I have so much respect for them! Really...I don't know how they do it.

Still, even with a messy house, I have to say I am really enjoying this whole process. It has been fun and good for my soul to dedicate some time to just doing something I love so.

And it makes it so much funner to have you guys following right along with me! Thank you for your support!

PS. Voting ends tonight if you'd still like to (and it's close!) And man I don't envy the judges. I think there is just so much creativity and really good sewing. So fun to see everybody's interpretations.

* Post Edit: I had an inquiry about the colors I used so I thought I'd list them for everyone in case you're interested. All materials for the dress were Kaffe Fassett's shot cottons in the following colors:
Cactus
Ginger
Sprout
Chartreuse
Forget Me Not
True Cobalt
Grape Shot Cotton Fabric
Pudding
Persimmon
Ecru
Thunder
Apricot
Ice
Galvanized

Project Run And Play Week 1

2012-01-06T05:45:00.005-07:00

It's here!! For the first week's challenge we were given a pattern and asked to "remix" it. Here is what I came up with:

Scootch on over to Project Run and Play to vote for your favorite! Mine is at the very end so be sure to scroll all the way down to see it.
(and THANKS if you voted for me!)

(I'll be back later to add to this...I have so much to say! about this dress that has consumed my life the past few weeks.)

Christmas 2011

2011-12-29T13:26:00.000-07:00

This is Happening

2011-12-14T14:31:00.008-07:00

One of the reasons I am excited about participating in Project Run and Play (its really happening! they introduced me today as one of the designers so there is no backing out now;)) is that is forces me to finally unpack and organize my little craftroom space. With many many things on the house project to do list, it has been kind of near the bottom priority wise.

But it just does something good for my soul to know all my little things are finally being put away and that I'll have a shag-carpeted spot in the depths of the basement to get lost in when I need an escape.

See those bins? Inside I've collected all the supplies for my first few projects-- my attempt at organization. I can't wait to show you what's inside!

These little hoodlums are getting into all kinds of mischief while I am stealing some sewing minutes...and I am just letting them and facing the consequential messes later. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. PBS kids anyone?

(PS. Are you sick of my instagram photos yet? Sorry its just so easy, and I am too lazy to download actual photos...so you are probably going to be seeing a lot more of them)

and PPS. nobody has left a comment on my intro at Project Run and Play and it's making me self conscious. Yep I'll admit it. Was the My Little Pony (duh ponies, not pony's) thing too much? What if nobody votes for meeeeeee??

OK I'm done;)

Elfing

2011-12-13T11:02:00.005-07:00

When we moved in to this old house the owner's family left several things. Some were awful (gross old couches) and some were delightful. They didn't leave the old bentwood coat rack I had my eye on, but they did leave this super heavy duty old-school paper cutter.

And now I have the perfect occasion to use it.

Printable gift tags here.

(I searched high and low for the original book the illustrations are from, but when I couldn't find it I further photoshopped the gift tags and printed and framed them...so cute and whimsical for little kiddos.)

Sleep in Heavenly Peace

2011-12-08T01:04:00.002-07:00

It was a wonderful day. Full and fun. And as I look in on my sleeping babes (one tucked right beside me) I am overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

How did I get so lucky?

Exciting News!

2011-12-07T08:54:00.005-07:00

First of all, THANK YOU for all the sweet birthday wishes, emails, and phone calls. I had a really lovely day thanks in big part to being remembered and well wished by lots of friends and family. I am kind of the worst at remembering that sort of thing, but I am really going to make an effort to be better because it honestly made such a difference in my day. By the way...I didn't get my boots yet. The ones I thought I wanted were not cute on my legs but then I found another pair that cost 3 times as much that I am trying to justify buying. Then I found a killer deal on some lavender Frye boots but Trav shot them down. I might buy them anyway and bring my purple shoe total up to 4 You can never have too many pair of purple shoes right? I'll keep you posted.

Now....for some exciting news. I am dusting off my french curve and making good on some of those clothing design ideas that float around in my head but I never make time to actually do. I get to be part of this season of Project Run and Play and I am so excited (and also really nervous but mostly excited)!

If you are not familiar with Project Run and Play, its a kids clothing design competition. There are 8 of us designers competing each week for 6 weeks. Each week there is a "challenge" where we create a design around the chosen theme, and each week folks (you!) vote for your favorite looks. The votes are combined with the judges scores, and the lowest scored designer is eliminated ala Project Runway.

I remember watching Katy Dill compete in (and win!) the first season and despite being blown away by her creativvity and talent, all I could think each week was, "Oh boy...how is she pulling all this sewing off??! I could never do that!" And now here I am... and I am going to give it my best try. We do get a little head start so that helps. I've already spent kind of an obscene amount of money on fabric and supplies and have so many ideas that I really hope I get to hang in there long enough to use them.

I am excited to participate with the other girls doing it. My blog friend Kristin is one of them, which makes it more fun (and also more nerve racking because everything she makes is cute). I am mostly looking forward to seeing if I can actually pull off all the ideas I have. I think time management it going to be my biggest problem, so forgive me if I become absent minded, a really inconsiderate friend, and stop answering my phone for the next few months. And expect a lot of groveling for your participation when the voting kicks off (Jan 2nd). Because despite my confidence in my own ability to hang in there with the group, I would be lying if I didn't confess that I feel like the serious underdog (did you see all the crazy talent in that group?)!

Here is the exciting news for you...

This season there is a competition for all of you sewers out there too! You can follow along and sew your little fingers to the bones each week right along with us and compete for what I hear are killer prizes. Fun right? I can't wait to see what you make. I hope you'll play along, and we can be in it together. Make it work people..right?!

OK now seriously I need to start sewing.

My next 30 Years

2011-12-01T08:21:00.005-07:00

I needed a photo of myself for something the other day and realized as I scrolled through my iphoto, that there are none. Like not one.

So I put my hair in a high pony, handed the camera to my nearly four-year-old daughter, and had her shoot away. She was thrilled since she is always wanting to play with my camera anyway. Little Ollie was so excited by the commotion that he toddled up to me giggling and grabbed my face to suck on my cheek (his version of a kiss!) She snapped away and of course those are my favorite (most are blurry and way off center but sweet nonetheless). I am just sad that there aren't more of those little moments captured with my kids.

I turn 31 today (so I am officially "in my thirties"), and I am vowing:

In my next 30 years-- I am going to take more pictures with my kids.

Even if I have to pay somebody to do it.

And also not stay up so late.

And today I am going to celebrate myself with some new boots. Happy Birthday to me ;).

Thankful

2011-11-23T10:47:00.005-07:00

I have a lot to be thankful for. Truly. But these two...boy oh boy...I am thankful for them most of all.

Oliver just turned 11 months and he is walking all over the place (for a month now). It's so cute and wobbly but honestly I kind of hate. I want him to sit back down and be my baby a little longer. Since the day he was born he seems to have been in a hurry to grow up.

Avery is so fun and funny. She amazes me every day with her wit and wisdom. We are good friends and she teaches me so so much. Wise beyond her years this one (and she can write her name...such a big girl!).

Ollie was delighted by his new mittens. Inexplicably, because he won't keep a hat on to save his life. He kept holding his little hands out proudly to show me. He LOVES his daddy and cries every day when he leaves. Anytime my phone rings Ollie says, "Hi dad?" or "Hi dad!" if he can hear his voice on the line. His other words include, "oh boy" "yeh" and very occasionally "mama". He chatter sconstantly and I am sure those little chatters will soon become more clear and develop into other words. MY very favorite thing about Ollie is that he gives honest to goodness hugs... he has since he had the strength and control.

Avery loves to help me do anything. She remains vibrant and spirited and bubbly. She loves to dance and twirl and sheds most of her clothing (still) by about 2pm most days.
She is so articulate and often amuses those around her with her dramatic head hung low and s l o w pouty walk when she is disappointed. It breaks people's hearts. She could be quite the actress I think.

We are blessed indeed. It's nice to have a time to focus on that. Looking forward to Turkey (and cheese! we have been dabbling in veganism), making pies with my girl, and hanging the Christmas lights.

Thank you to all of you guys who spend a little of your time here, being interested in our lives, sharing your thoughts and friendships. I really do appreciate it.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Modern Family (Tree)

2011-11-21T16:59:00.005-07:00

We are all sick around here so I spent the day sitting around searching for Christmas gifts online. We actually went to the mall on Sat night and it was AWFUL. H&M just opened here (yay!) and it was a serious crowded, stinky, hot, feeding frenzy in there. Truthfully the only reason we went to the Mall was because Trav needed something in particular that could only be bought there. Do I sound Scroogey? I don't know what happened to me...I used to love shopping.

Anyway, I thought I would pass along this little gem of a gift idea you can order from the comfort of you chair. A personalized family tree made to order just for you. It seems like the perfect thing to give so many people who might otherwise be hard to shop for. I I love that it has a more modern look and lots of color palates to choose from. Check it out at I Chart You. Clever name no?

Christmas for Babies

2011-11-17T16:41:00.004-07:00

I just bought this darling card for Ollie with the intent to frame it and stick in his bedroom. I like it because the little lumberjack kind of reminds of my husband. When I first met him, he basically only wore plaid flannels, jeans and boots (and still does I guess when not dressed for work). And he basically always has a little bit of a scruffy beard.

Anyway...I am "getting" it for him for Christmas. Which is ridiculous because he is a baby and doesn't care a lick about a wall hanging.

So I am curious...what are you getting for your little tiny kids? I mean I will get him some toys, but I just wonder if I am the only one who is using this holiday as an excuse to buy "gifts" for my kids that are really just things I want them to have.

Also, I plan on doing all my Christmas shopping from the comfort of my computer chair. I hope everybody on my list wants something from Amazon (I have decided that if I am going make things for people they have to be done by October or its just not going to happen)...cause the thought of black Friday shopping makes my stomach ache.

What...

2011-11-10T09:59:00.003-07:00

You don't sweep your floor with a giant shop broom?

That's how messy it is around here...we require industrial sized cleaning tools.

Avery is going over to a friend's house after preschool today and I am kind of drunk with freedom.

Does that happen to you ever? Like there are just so many possibilities of what I could do with that time (I don't get a lot of time without both kids in tow...and I love being with them...but it makes some errands difficult) that I can't even decide.

I thought about going shopping,

but I decided I should clean. That's always a good decision right? Cause if your house is clean (mine never is), it makes all the rest of your tasks easier.

The sun is shining and the smell of bleach is wafting from the washer. It's going to be a good day!

What are you doing?

Felt Ball Garland for Christmas

2011-11-08T00:00:00.010-07:00

I meant to make a felt ball garland last Christmas but it seems lots of other folks had the same idea, because by the time I got around to ordering my supplies, they were super back-ordered so they ended up coming after Christmas. Which is perfect because I often buy things for Holidays and don't get around to making them until the next year anyway.

So here it is next year... and since I already had all the supplies, I've made it! And though I haven't actually started decorating yet (though I have picked up a few festive things from Ikea already), I thought I'd share it in case you'd like to make one too, you'll have time to do it this year!

Making a garland is easy as pie (can you thread a needle?).

What you'll want to know is where to get the felted balls.

You can either buy them (I got some here I used the 2 cm size, spectrum and retro).

Or make them. I did a bit of both.

To make your own felted balls:

Pull off a handful of wool roving and ball it loosely in your palm

Run it under warm water and form a loose ball

Add soap...enough to get a good lather (any kind will work as long as it lathers).

Start to roll the wool between both hands in a ball like you are rolling dough into a ball (Sorry I didn't have anyone around to take a picture of that). Roll gently at first. You can roll a little more vigorously once the ball starts to firm up.

The fibers will start to "felt" as you continue to roll while running wool under warm water and add more soap as it washes away.

Keep rolling and rinsing. You can alternate between hot and cold water to shock the fibers if you want...I have found it works with or without doing this.

Your felt ball will look like a ball and be firm-ish.

Sometimes you will get little cracks where the ball didn't quite come together. Don't worry.

Just wrap another thin layer of roving around the whole ball,

Add more soap, and roll between your hands again until the outer layer has felted to the under layer.

Perfect.

And perfect for little hands to help with too.

Now just thread that needle and string up your beads (I used embroidery floss). You could tie a knot in between each ball but I didn't bother because I kind of like the haphazard spacing. The felt grabs the string well enough that it stays mostly where you place it. I used about 70 balls for a 10 ft. garland spaced like I did.

What I love about these garlands is that they are really just festive for any occasion... I think mine is going in the nursery after Christmas and it might get hung for birthdays too. Why not.

Need some new Christmas music to listen to while crafting? I can recommend this. My favorite song is, "Baby its Cold Outside." Its so cute...she is singing it to him. Clever. (And are you watching "New Girl"? I love it. I hope it doesn't get canceled. Oh boy its funny.)

Anyway...

Happy Felting!

In Search of Perfect Pizza

2011-11-07T11:10:00.005-07:00

We have a favorite pizza spot in downtown Salt Lake, but we have been trying to make them at home, which is tricky because the thing that makes them so good is the this crispy chewy crust achieved with the giant wood burning, brick pizza oven. My friend Heidi suggested grilling them which we will definitely try if we ever get a grill!

At any rate, we followed these directions (right down to the special flour and buffalo mozzarella thanks to the local Italian market) for my favorite Margherita pizza, used a pizza stone and loaded our gas oven with Terracotta tiles, and were quite pleased with the results. We have made many pizzas this way and I think we finally have it down. Plus it was a good way to use up some basil and tomatoes from our garden.

And since we are trying to eat healthier I think we might start trying some variations using grilled veggies and maybe no cheese.

Its a really fun tradition. For a few weeks we were doing it every Friday night, even once for a football party and let everyone make their own. Avery LOVES throwing the dough up in the air and twirling it around to stretch it (hers always end up not quite as pretty but she has fun so...), and the rest of us just loved stuffing our faces.

Pretty perfect pizza if you ask me.

Halloween Gnomes

2011-11-03T12:46:00.008-06:00

My brother Ryan had this idea that Avery should be a gnome for Halloween when she was a baby. Something about her round little rosy cheeks made her a perfect candidate. I meant to do it that year, and then the next year, but didn't get around to it.

But now that I have two round rosy cheeked children (and probably the last year that Avery won't care what she is, and I can force them to dress up like I want them to)....this was the year.

For inspiration we looked to our favorite gnome book, that teaches us all about the secret lives of gnomes.

Gnome children use winged seeds of the maple to play at being Dragonflies

For Avery's costume I used a pattern from Carefree Clothes for Girls to make her purple dress (I dyed white linen with purple, red, and black dye to get the right dusty lilac...I am hoping it will fade a little more with washing). Her petticoat is from April Cornell and is one of those things I just always wanted to get if I ever had a little girl, so I used this as an excuse. It will be a sweet nightgown from now on. I made her apron using embroidered cotton ribbon I found surprisingly at JoAnne's, and chain stitched some gold roving for the ties. He leggings are just some we had already from the Gap.

The fact is, I am way too lazy to put as much work as sewing a costume takes if its not something they will wear again, so I put this together with that in mind. I have to make a few additions to the dress now that she is done wearing it as a costume, but I love this dress. If you look closely you can see that the bodice is quilted. So fun. Perfect for a gnome. And there is a good chance it will also be her Easter dress.

One of their favorite pastimes is cuddling and bottle feeding the neighborhood baby rabbits.

For the hats I just used cheap red felt and kind of measured their heads and made up a pattern.
I was happy they came out how I imagined and looking very gnome-like.

I started making a blue felt costume for this little man but he has ear infections and just didn't seem up for it so I abandoned his outfit. Also, it turns out he HATES wearing a hat and will pull it off the minute it touched his head (what am I going to do this winter?!). Getting a picture was almost impossible.

Gnome babies are always born as twins: two girls, two boys, or a boy and a girl.

chocolate bribes were used with small success.

We also ended up carving a few of the pumpkins we grew. Really I did all the hard parts while Trav worked and Avery listened to Monster Mash over and over again on Youtube and I yelled at everyone to come have a fun-time-together-darn-it (forced family fun). After I got them all nicely cleaned out Avery drew a face on hers and Trav carved it and Ollie sat next to me putting pumpkin pieces in his mouth while I carved his (the one with the two little top teeth like him).

With her cute friend Charlie checking out their haul

We topped off the fun with an evening of trick or treating with our friends the Butlers. Their neighborhood is awesome for little kids running door to door. And the weather was fabulous!
All in all a successful Halloween!

Necessity...

2011-10-28T10:49:00.008-06:00

Dear Husband:

You know how you hate all that clutter that currently takes up an entire spare room in the basement? The clutter that you have moved over and over and fills way too many (in your opinion) boxes marked CRAFT STUFF? And you wonder why on earth we need all that stuff? And why can't we get rid of some of it?

It's so when I am in the middle of sewing Halloween costumes-- and I come to a point where I decide that the ties for the apron need to be just the right shade of yellow, and I really don't want to pack everyone up and drive all the way to the craft store,

I will happen to have, buried in a corner, some yarn in that perfect shade, and (inexplicably because I don't crochet...but I guess I tried to learn once) a crochet hook, which then enable me to make just the right thing for the costume at the exact moment I need it, and thereby my creative flow is not interrupted, gas is saved, and children can continue watching, "It's the great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" rather than being dragged to the "favric store".

Doesn't that make sense?

Now do you get it?

I know you guys get it.

What are they going to be? Here's a hint.

Oliver in August

2011-10-25T00:11:00.006-06:00

Do you want to know a secret? We almost named Oliver, August. It's true. He didn't have a name till he was 10 days old because we just couldn't decide. And because we like to take our time with those things.

I had a dream while I was pregnant with him that we named him August (which was peculiar as I had no associations or thoughts of that name beforehand) , so when he was born it was hard to shake the feeling that we should.

But we knew his middle name would be Travis and "August Travis" was hard to say--especially with my partial lisp.
And I had loved the name Oliver as long as I could remember.

And it felt right. So in June, at 5 months old, we dressed him up in this sweet outfit and his father gave him a special blessing and made his name official.

And then in August I put this outfit back on him and took more photos because it was a little rainy the first time and I didn't get quite enough.

And I forgot that I hadn't shared them until Vanessa and I were talking about how cute sweet Penelope looked in her blessing gown and she reminded me.

In the end, Oliver is his name. I love the earthiness of it--it means "Olive Tree," and the symbolism of the olive tree and its associations with strength and peace are perfect, as he was born just 5 days before Christmas. I love his name, and I could not love him more.

And perhaps someday he will have a brother, and it will turn out it was him I dreamed about instead.

Speaking of siblings, this girl never likes her picture taken unless someone else in getting their picture taken...

My two babies.

His outfit is from here (and it looks like its even on sale now!)

And his darling shoes are vintage from Stacy's shop. I realized the day before I didn't have any shoes for him and am so lucky to live right by Stacy in real life. So I called her up and she not only had the perfect shoes, but she had 3 pair to choose from. Thanks again Stacy!

Not Ballet Slippers

2011-10-21T09:20:00.004-06:00

For the record, my son is not wearing ballet slippers in the photo from yesterday as my father so kindly suggested. He is wearing these. And I think they are the cutest little boys shoes I have ever seen. I got them in 2 sizes (because apparently I have gotten over the angst I had with Avery about spending this much on shoes for a baby).

But if he were wearing ballet slippers, that would be fine too. Dad.

Thanks for all the birthday advice. Mostly what those comments did for me was make me realize that I did not fully convey the filthiness of my house, and to more appropriately communicate my guilt about the whole thing I should have shown a photo of my kitchen (like, it was you-can't-walk-in-bare-feet messy) rather than an extreme closeup of my kids in their cute jammies. In fact something you should know about me if you don't know me in real life, is that my life is nowhere as pretty as it looks on this blog...I have just gotten good at taking super close-up photos that crop out all the mess. And frankly I'd like to think that the odd angles at which I am sometimes forced to take photos to exclude messes is what makes them interesting. No?

Also you made me feel like my gifts were just fine and for that I thank you. I should probably say that he liked them and thought they were great. I think what I was trying to say was that gift giving was more fun when we had no money because buying something was a sacrifice, and that's what made it special. You know...like "the Gift of the Magi".

Anyway... maybe he will be getting socks for Christmas after all. Or maybe we'll have a "Magi Christmas".

Except I kind of really want a new iphone...

Gifting

2011-10-20T08:11:00.009-06:00

(I think this one turned out pretty cute if I do say so)

I feel like such a dud when it comes to coming up with birthday gifts for my husband. Now that we aren't students anymore (and still by no means wealthy mind you) we mostly can afford to buy what we need, so we mostly have what we need. And my husband works a lot so he doesn't have much time for hobbies, and I hate buying stuff just for the sake of buying it...you know what I mean?

Every year I plan on trying to do something creative and meaningful, but I never quite pull it off in time. I'd love to surprise him with a fun trip, but he can barely make it home for dinner most nights so stealing him away (even for a weekend) seems out of reach. Now that we have kids I usually try and give him a current photo of the kids, but even that is getting a little predictable.

I feel like since the point of birthdays is to celebrate the person, gifts should kind of reflect that... and I don't think that means you have to buy something--in fact made gifts or gifts of service often are much more meaningful. But I am out of ideas! And I don't want to be like, "Glad you were born...here's some new socks."

Here's what we ended up doing:
I took that photo above (thank you pinterest for the idea) and framed it along with shots of each kid (which were blurrry-ish and not great because I did them in a big hurry the morning of his birthday).
I made this lasagna (a tradition carried over from Trav's mom) It really is good.
We got balloons (at Avery insistence)
We got a cheesecake from Costco (I usually bake a cake but Avery really wanted that one)
And I got him a pizza stone, which seems thoughtful because we have been trying to recreate our favorite pizza (minus the 2000 lb stone pizza oven) at home. But really we already had a Terracotta tile we had been using that cost a few bucks at Home Depot, so we really didn't need a pizza stone.

(Avery "decorated" this one)

Also...I had planned on cleaning the whole house so it was sparkly, because frankly that is the thing that would make him the happiest, but I just couldn't get it done. Dud.

So there you go. I think he was perfectly happy with the festivities. He gets way more joy out of watching the kids be excited about the whole thing. Avery painted him a picture and waited all day for the "party".

But with Christmas on the horizon I am determined to give a gift I am proud of!
(And for the reccord...because we were spending so much money on the house last year we agreed to just skip gifts for each other on our birthdays and Christmas and it was just sad so I want to make up for it this year.)

Help?

How do you celebrate your spouse on their birthday? What are you getting them for Christmas?

Please and Thanks!

Happy Birthday Trav

2011-10-19T00:00:00.000-06:00

(Birthday Boy)

It's hard to know what to get you...
so I dug this giant hole to plant our new maple tree so you don't have to.

You're welcome;)

Wish him a Happy Birthday here.

Pumpkins!

2011-10-17T23:07:00.002-06:00

We planted pumpkins in our garden, and they grew.

It was our first year having a real garden (which I meant to write more about but with all those tomatoes...who has time?) so quite naturally we were thrilled with the abundance.

We love them, even if they are too small (mostly) to carve. Next year we are planting these.

Also, thanks for all for your excitement and well wishing for my little doll and my eye. You guys are nice. Thanks for being so nice. And for reading my blog.

My little Matryoshka arrived home safe and sound. I laughed when I opened the giant FedEx box she came in and undid the layers of bubble wrap. All that for a little stuffed doll. Those sweet folks at BHG sure treated her well. Ollie promptly put her in his mouth and then face down into the dirt.

Also...are you watching Oprah's life class? I am, and its kind of rocking my world.

Dad...no sarcastic remarks about Oprah.

I know it's dorky...

2011-10-11T16:25:00.003-06:00

But I am totally excited about this.

My little Matryoshka Ornament pattern appears in this years issue of Better Homes and Gardens Holiday Crafts. My copy arrived in the mail today, and there she was right on page 69.

It's on newstands now (although a little tricky to find). I saw it at Joanne's the other day and when I found my design I wanted to like turn to the person next to me and say, "That's mine! I made that!" But I didn't. I put it back and went on my way.

So I am telling you instead.

There are quite a few cute things I'd love to make in the magazine.

Maybe this garland, or a sweet little horse for Ollie?

The nice thing about this issue of the magazine is that it comes with full sized patterns in a separate tear-out section.

Funny thing about this pattern...I didn't even submit it to them...I just posted it here on my blog and someone from the magazine contacted me about putting it in. It was right before Ollie was born and I had made it especially for Avery so I wasn't sure if I wanted to send it in to them (or would have time) but when they promised to return it when they were done, I scrambled to get it in (like right after he was born). I am glad I did. It's so fun. And you just never know what is going to happen when you send your ideas out into the internet!

Thanks for letting me be excited.

In real life

2011-10-07T11:20:00.010-06:00

My eyelid (or possibly tear duct?) is infected and I look like Quasimoto. Don't sleep with your contacts in kids. Your eyes might get infected. Or you will be grounded from them and have to wear your ugly glasses to school. That's what my dad who happens to be an ophthalmologist used to say to my sister when we were little. (And by the way...it's true about him coaching Pop Warner football for all those years...and also comically, the leverage he tried to use to get me to move back home... "If you move to Medford I could coach your kids Pop Warner team...") It's true. I'm proof. Only I don't have to wear my glasses to school but Avery broke them so I do have to wear them around taped together. Maybe time for a new pair?

Do you think I could get real lenses put in these? I tried them on at Urban Outfitters the other day and found myself trying to pinpoint the exact moment when I turned old enough that I became slightly uncomfortable embracing new trends. Or worrying that other people will think I am silly. Like, "Oh look at the poor 30 year old lady thinking she is hip enough to pull that off". When did that happen to me? Was it the actual day I turned 30 or has it been a slow and steady thing. Or is it just that I am just old enough to be aware that people might think I am silly now-- whereas I used to just be blissfully unaware that people thought I was silly?

Either way, I think I'd just like to go back to that place where I didn't care.

I feel a midlife crisis coming on and it might involve hipster glasses. And a Ukulele.

This is happening. (Isn't that what the hip kids are saying?).

Also, speaking of eyeballs we've been up to ours in our garden produce. I am thrilled and also a little overwhelmed. 9 pepper and 8 tomato plants might have been excessive. It's supposed to snow (!!!) tonight and despite all that I've already preserved, I just can't stand letting all those still on the vines go to waste.

So I am going to try to drag my sorry face out in the chilly wet day and pick garden fresh produce and then pile it on my counter where it will likely sit for several days and make me feel bad about myself for not being more productive. But it will be arranged in rainbow order so there's that...

Since I know you're curious....

Yep it's my swollen eye complete with no makeup, taken at an unflattering angle and augmented by the fact that my jolly laughing darling babe was up almost all night screaming/nursing due to teething pains.
I sent this to my dad this morning so he could diagnose me via internet.

And it looks worse in real life.

Also, don't tell my dad that I am still not entirely sure I will let my son play football (despite his obvious build for it).

Ollie's Room (sneak peek)

2011-09-17T13:25:00.005-06:00

I know I've alluded to the fact that we are remodeling our house several times but not really shown many photos. I just wanted to wait till we actually had something pretty to show and frankly, for the last year our house has pretty much been in a state of crazy messy construction. We basically tore down the entire upstairs to the studs and its been a lot of work. Also, we had our little baby Oliver in the middle of all that so work has been a little stalled since he was born. Anyway... now we're at a point where its livable, but totally unfinished. As you can imagine, its a little overwhelming to look around and realize that almost every single surface still needs to be caulked, sanded, and painted. All of which will likely be done by me. So I decided to start in the smallest room and just get something done rather than sit around being overwhelmed by it all.

I have lots to tell about painting and putting this room together (its far from done) but I wanted to share these little shelves I put up this past week. It's an idea I saw on Pinterest, and at first I wondered if it was going to be one of those, cute-on-camera-but-not-functional kinds of projects. I tried it anyway, and am happy to report the the shelves are quite sturdy, and hold lots of books very nicely. The best part is that they display the books facing out so you can see the cute covers.

Anyway...lots to do still, but even having one tiny corner done feels a little inspiring and motivational. And I'll take what I can get.

Shelves here at Ikea for $3.99!!
If you are interested the paint is Kwalpaint "Washbasin". Its hard to see well because Ollie's room has the least good light in it, but its a soft pretty bright warm gray. Original I know. And I hope you like it because you are going to be seeing a lot of it around here....there is a 5 gallon bucket of it that has been giving me the stare down since last summer. We plan to paint most the house that color. Hope its still good. More on all that later.

This is one shot of the room before:

Awesome right?

Carefree

2011-09-13T21:38:00.005-06:00

I checked out a copy of Carefree Clothes for Girls from the library (did you know you could do that?! It's the best!) when Avery was a baby and fell in love with it. Simple quality fabrics, carefully but casually draped styles, and little flourishes here and there, was just how I wanted to dress my darling daughter. But she was too little for the patterns in it (although most are easily scalable I think) at the time and so I returned it without sewing anything from its lovely pages.

This summer I had big plans to sew her an entire wardrobe from white linen, partly because I had visions of bloomers and rompers in my head and the sickening realization that by next year she might actually be old enough to not want to wear those sorts of things, and partly because it just seemed like a romantic idea.

And so I ordered a copy of the book and several yards of tissue weight linen, and dreamed of all her little things hanging from the clothes line in the summer sun.

As plans like that generally go, this was actually the only thing I got around to sewing-- in September no less. But still its made, and there are a few warm days yet this year.

I am not really an unfinished edges kind of girl. I like my sewing to be neat and tidy, but that is the allure of the clothes in this book. It's that little bit of roughness that make them feel whimsical and well...carefree I guess.

So as I stitched, I fought the urge to make those little imperfections perfect and I repeated to myself, "Carefree...carefree...carefree...".

Liberating I tell you!

Just like this girl.

Carefree.

So...Preschool.

2011-09-09T12:06:00.009-06:00

Avery has been asking when she gets to go to school since she could speak.
When we pass a group of kids walking home with backpacks on she would slump her shoulders and sigh and wonder when it was her turn.

She was disappointed the day we went to pick up her registration paperwork and I didn't leave her there, but rather we had a short visit and came home. "Just leave me here mom...just go".

Avery is fearless. Avery is independent. Avery has such curiosity and vigor. I don't know a soul like her.

(we got to join her for a picnic after class on her first day)

Ms. Gretel has a backyard that looks like the garden of Eden. She speaks to the children in a calm voice that draws them in. Avery loves her.

They sing and play and make and do.

(I packed her a special lunch in this cute little bento box that her Grandma Wilson gave us. I was so glad for the distraction as I busied myself carefully cutting her sandwich in the shape of an "A" (mom..was that cookie cutter from you?) and tried not to cry about her being gone.)

Avery leaps from the car when its time for preschool. "Bye mom!" Yesterday she met her friend at the curb. She was having a hard time leaving her mom. Avery grabbed her hand and told her, "Come on! It's so fun. Don't worry...your mom will come back." And they two made their way to the door. Avery nudging her along hands held together.

Where did this child come from?

(so cute all wrapped up in the special napkin from grandma...she takes such good care of us.)

She is so happy to be engaged. To be with kids. To learn new things.
I am so happy for her.

(Mom! she exclaimed when I she saw me. She was so happy to see us. I was so happy to see her.)

And yet I feel sick every day I drop her off there. (I would have backed out before it even started if it wouldn't have devastated her).
I can't explain why. It's not that I miss her (though I do)
It's not that I worry she'll miss me (she doesn't)
It's not even that I am sad that she is growing up.
I am so happy and proud and glad that she is getting to grow and learn and that she loves it.

It's just hard to let someone else into our little world I guess. To trust her care to someone else. Because no matter how great they are, nobody is going to be as concerned about her well-being, her spirit and her safety as me.

It's hard to let them go. So Hard.

Avery's thoughts here

First Day of Preschool

2011-09-06T23:12:00.004-06:00

(She was able to bring a "security toy" from home which she didn't need in the slightest but I figured all the other kids would have them so she might as well bring one too. This cute dog is from Aunt Nessie.)

One of us might have shed a tear about it...

It wasn't her. She could not have been more excited.

Totally annoyed that I made her stop for photos...but really excited about preschool.

Lots more pictures tomorrow. Time for bed now.

Teething

2011-09-02T22:07:00.002-06:00

Working on #5

Chalking

2011-08-24T00:00:00.005-06:00

Delving into a brand new box of Crayola chalk =

delicious.

(dress + chalk found at Walmart!)

Her Own Self

2011-08-23T00:00:00.001-06:00

I love this child. I love her spunk and spirit. I love that she is fearless and creative and assumes that any child she should happen upon is her friend, and that she is immediately theirs.

And I love love love, that she is just her own little self. I hope life (or mean kids) doesn't squelch that out of her.

She crawled on all fours with a laundry basket over her (almost the entire time) at the grocery store the other day-- "Because I'm a turtle and its my home".

Obviously.

Pink Pajamas

2011-08-22T16:09:00.005-06:00

(a scene from this morning)

It was a warm and breezy evening last night and I watched Avery stand on the back porch with her arms wide as she laughed and hurled rocks into the yard. She was stark naked, the way she is 95% of the time. (I should mention that she always starts out the day clothed, but seems to shed it layer by layer as the day goes on). I kind of envy her freedom sometimes. And I love the joyful, boisterous, lively way she moves through the world--wild curls whipping around and the wind and sunshine on her bare skin.

Trav said yesterday that she at least has to wear underpants if she is outside. He's probably right, but I figure she is only 3 once in her life and why stifle her freedom? It will be cold soon so I guess it will sort itself out.

This lad ended up sporting pink piggy pajamas as I found myself in a laundry bind last night and dipped into Avery's outgrown stash. It was bound to happen. Really only a matter of time before he ended up in girls clothes.

Avery pronounces it, "Pa jah mas" and not "Pa jam as" like me. I love that about her.

For the Hundredth Time...

2011-08-15T21:45:00.004-06:00

"Avery...We only draw on paper!" 

4th of July

2011-08-04T10:49:00.004-06:00

better 1 month late than never...

6:30 am Provo Freedom Festival Hot Air Balloon Launch.

Balloons were not actually launched due to high winds. Thankfully my children are too young to know the difference.

9:00am Parade.

These people take their patriotism seriously.
Fun had by all thanks to overcast skies and giant sno-cones.

11am- 9pm ate flag cake + watermelon, napped, did yard work.

9pm watched fireworks from the trunk of our car.

Best seat in the house. Plenty of skittles and twix to go around.

Bonus that we had quite a fireworks show driving to the fireworks show courtesy of the good folks of Alpine who zealously participated thanks to the newly lifted ban on aerial fireworks in these parts.

We have a cousin!

2011-08-02T12:56:00.007-06:00

And we couldn't be more thrilled...

My sister Vanessa had her baby girl last week and she is just perfect and gorgeous.

Penelope Frances.

Isn't that a darling name? We haven't been able to officially meet yet as she lives in Oregon and I have been sick, but we hear she is the sweetest babe alive, is a good nurser, and has long pretty fingers and feet.

Avery is quite excited to be finally getting a baby girl in the family and loves saying, "my cousin Penelope".

We love you so much little Penelope. We can't wait to hold you!

Congrats Nessie and David!

(As for our family, we have much to report after this long unplanned blogging break. Having a fun busy summer but I think I'm ready to check in here on a more regular basis...see you soon)

When Daddy Comes Home

2011-06-30T09:07:00.006-06:00

Trav was out of town for several days this past week. I don't love it when he's gone but I try to make the best of it. I let the dishes pile up. We eat dinner whenever and where ever we feel inclined, and I get out all my messiest craft messes and spread them all over the place. I think Avery missed him especially this time around so we decided to have a party when he came home. We chalked the steps (her idea) and then I hung the lights on the sadly neglected Apple tree.

(I am just noticing how posed this looks with all those black and yellow things...totally coincidence that we had a broom, boots and flowers all coordinating sitting right there....funny)

Upon his arrival he took her to get a few groceries so I could have a little rest and she could have him all to herself. He bought her her first Twinkie (which I maybe scolded him for...seriously those things are so bad for you) which she calls a "pinkie" and claims is her favorite treat.

And when the sun had gone down and jammies had been put on, we snugged each babe outside in the warm breezy night and told stories, sang songs and talked about the things we needed to do on the house.

And I thought about how we have almost everything I always wanted already.

Except I think I am going to add, "functioning master bathroom" to that list.

Too much to ask?

Lights here.

Baby Blues (and greens)

2011-06-29T11:48:00.004-06:00

So I had this whole weepy post about postpartum depression, the miracle of bringing life into the world, and the importance (to me) of carving out a little time to meditate on that and soak it in (the miracle!) fully.

But I just couldn't get it to come out right. Because you know--hormones have jumbled up my brain.

So I will just say that I didn't get enough of the little nesting rituals before sweet Oliver was born. I was too busy trying to get the house finished (and by that I mean livable, not finished). And after he was born I grieved missing out on that time.

You know--time spent readying his room, putting away his things, or sewing tiny clothes or a quilt for him.

I knew that it didn't matter to him. All he would really need was a warm spot next to me in bed, and the love and comfort we would provide.

But it turns out, those little rituals...they matter to me.

Because, for me, making a baby quilt isn't really about the baby ending up with a quilt. It's about fully realizing and experiencing the wonderful and sacred process I am partaking in. It's about being fully present in that moment. A new life is about to join us. A life that we have considered and prepared for.

The making just provides an outlet for my hands, while I quiet my brain and ponder just those things for an hour or two each day. It's a celebration. A little bit of fuss.

And though he may not need it, he deserves it no less.

So two weeks after his birth, I swaddled him close, and took him to the fabric store. I cooed and cuddled him while choosing shades of green and blue for his quilt.

He may be a teenager before its finished. But that doesn't matter. For a few minutes here and there each day I will stitch. And while I stitch I will think about how lucky I am to be his mother, and how grateful I am that he is in our lives.

And in the end he will have something made with my hands that will wrap him physically in my love.

And will hopefully let him know,

that he is celebrated.

PS. In case you are wondering... zigzag quilt inspiration here (I can only hope mine turns out as cute!) and tutorial here.

This Sunny Morning

2011-06-28T11:02:00.002-06:00

Sometimes...

2011-06-22T08:07:00.002-06:00

...I take pictures of the dinner I make (only the pretty ones) because its the only proof that I accomplished anything tangible that day. I know I actually accomplish many things (keeping children alive etc.) but boy there are days when I go to bed with the exact same to do list looming as the day before, with not a dent made in it.

I am OK with that, but sometimes its nice to be able to look at something you did. I think that's mostly why I blog. Do you ever feel that way?

How was your Summer Solstice? We had planned on a party (marshmallows+ fire equals a party in our house) under twinkly lights in the backyard but the power in our neighborhood was out most the day, so instead we had dinner out and a trip to Home Depot.

But it was just fun to be all together in the light of the day.

Busy About the Business of Summer

2011-06-21T10:47:00.004-06:00

Avery has been doing a lot of frolicking in the fields and painting in her jammies.
I have been doing a lot of weeding.
Both our souls are content.

Happy Summer

Visualize Whirled Peas

2011-06-06T09:26:00.006-06:00

Was that a popular T-shirt slogan circa 1991 where you grew up also? What about "Love Sees No color"?

(I did grow up in Oregon where a lot of white folks rocked dreadlocks also so....)

I mostly make my own baby food.

Because for starters it makes me feel morally superior-- and also I like knowing what my baby is eating.

This kid is only five months old and normally I wouldn't have introduced solids so early, but boy oh boy, he just wants to eat them. He's been eyeballing us and drooling while we eat for months, and if I am eating while I am nursing him, he quits nursing and just watches me eat while giving me a "Why are you holding out the good stuff on me?" look. Its true.

Avery was always kind of "Meh" about solid food. Quite a dainty eater. Oliver on the other hand gets quite frustrated if he feels the speed with which you are shoveling sweet potatoes into his gullet isn't sufficiently quick.

I mean, we are obviously underfeeding the poor kid.

(By the way, I made this bib using those directions right over there on my sidebar --->. This kid has been know to be put to bed in a pink hand-me-down sleeper a time or two, but I figured he needed his own boyish bib.)

In case you are wondering, here's how I make baby food:

Cook vegetables or fruit (I like baking rather than boiling if possible). Throw them in a food processor for a while and add a tiny bit of water if necessary. Portion into cute little jars (make sure they are freezable jars...they will say so on the box). Put the lids on and toss into freezer.

Or line them up on your counter and photograph them and feel good about yourself as a mother (self-righteousness optional but highly recommended), and also as proof to your husband as to what you actually do all day.

When I am ready to use them I either put them in the fridge to thaw the day before if I remember (which I never do) or thaw them in hot water or the microwave. I prefer to freeze the baby food rather than can it in the traditional way because I think it retains more nutrients that way. Plus this way you can keep re-using the lids.

I totally do.

Vintage Crafter's Challenge

2011-06-01T00:00:00.001-06:00

The cute girls from Simple Simon and Co, asked me to participate in their Vintage Crafter's Challenge and heaven help me...I didn't have time to do it (if you've seen the state of our house you'd understand), but I couldn't resist! I love this kind of stuff, and honestly am flattered to be invited.

Click on over to see what I came up with, and check out all the other cute projects.

And just a note to anyone who might possibly invite me to do something like this again (should I be so lucky)-- I will be late. Its just a fact. Try as I might to get things done on time I just cannot. So just lie to me about the deadline and we should be A-OK.

Thanks for having me girls!

Need a Laugh?

2011-05-26T15:49:00.003-06:00

So I don't normally post videos on this blog but this was just too funny not to share.

I would say that we have been making some pretty drastic changes in our eating habits lately (although you wouldn't know it by the diet Dr. Pepper, Crackers, and Life cereal on the floor of our very messy pantry). After living for so long without a kitchen last year we got into some pretty bad processed food habits and it was way past time to pull out of it. Anyway, Avery I think has felt the difference and is missing treats (we still have treats...just not as many)...hence the hiding in the pantry eating ice cream. I was actually quite impressed that she got both the ice cream and the ice cream scooper out by herself. Oh it was so funny. Plus, I could do a whole series of, "Avery eating stuff she is not supposed to in funny hiding places".

Oh how I love that silly girl.

Sara+Shane= Love

2011-05-17T12:30:00.003-06:00

I took some engagement photos for my friend, and Anne's SIL, Sara and her sweet fiance Shane on Saturday. I don't want to steal their thunder but here are just a few of my favorite's from the day.

These two were so stinking cute. It was was obvious how in love they are and and all their giggling and smooching made me a little nostalgic for those carefree dating/newlywed days. Although Trav pretty much just whispered profanity in my ear to try to make me laugh while we had our engagement pictures taken. We have our own special kind of love;)

They were so sweet and patient with me as I fumbled around with my camera and put up with the haze of smoke wafting over from the GIANT bonfire in our back yard (we took the photos in our neighbors gorgeous yard). We burned about 20 years worth of pine needles and dead branches. Our neighbors might hate us.

Anyway, I am certainly no pro, but luckily their expectations were low and really...these two are gorgeous, so its hard to take a bad photo of them. Plus, Anne and sweet baby Carter (who I can't stop calling baby Rog for the life of me!) were there to help, which made things extra fun.

Congrats you two! Thanks for letting me be a little part of your wedding excitement.

Pretty Boy

2011-05-10T11:00:00.000-06:00

This outfit is special to us because it was made for my husband by his great grandmother (his mom's grandmother), which means Ollie's great great grandmother. I really treasure handmade things like this and am grateful Trav's mom let us use it.

When this lad was born a doting old nurse proclaimed, "He's too pretty to be a boy!"

Which seemed utterly ridiculous, because to me he looks like such a boy.

But boyish as he seems to me, he's been mistaken for a girl several times in his young life -- even when he is wearing really boyish looking clothes. I am always a little shocked by it.

But...Rosy red cheeks, pink pouty lips, and big blue eyes...yeah, I guess I can see it. Maybe the bonnet doesn't help either?

Also thanks everyone for your sweet comments and advice about motherhood. I really do appreciate it. I know you all have busy lives and writing those notes takes time! I sort of laugh at myself after writing posts like that because they are generally in the midst of a crisis, and I often later think, "Why did I post that?" It may have been a rather desperate cry for help, but I am glad I did because I read those little notes all day as I dealt with a lot of screaming and sometimes through my own tired tears, and felt bolstered.

Oh I am so dramatic!

Anyway, thanks for being here and thanks for your notes!

love,
Danielle

Happy (Mother's/Birth) Day!

2011-05-07T23:57:00.003-06:00

Well it just so happens that my dad's birthday falls on Mother's Day this year and since I was pregnant and vomiting a lot last year around this time, I sort of dropped the ball in doing anything for either one of them or Trav's parents either.

They understood because they are our parents and they have to.

So this year I had big plans to try to do something thoughtful. I got my kids all dressed up in coordinating outfits, waited for good afternoon light, and attempted to take some photos of their only grandchildren to send them.

Oh goodness! There was crying, drooling, pulling bows out of hair, nearly dropping the baby on the ground, and lots of laughter. I literally told Avery I would give her anything she wanted if she would just hold still and smile. Turns out its hard to bribe a 3-year-old who already basically gets anything she wants.

So Happy Mother's Day mom and Colleen, Happy Birthday dad! I love you all. Thanks for being our parents.

Some slightly out of focus, and possibly goofy photos are coming your way.

Late as usual.

(next year we'll send flowers)

love you.

A Miracle

2011-05-06T10:43:00.007-06:00

I feel compelled and committed, to following instances of discipline with an increased measure of love.

To give lots of hugs and encouragement after time-outs. To apologize for raising my voice. To apologize for being too harsh. To apologize for my lack of preparedness, setting her up for bad behavior.

I have been apologizing a lot lately.

Where mothering a baby came so naturally and easily to me, mothering a toddler leaves me feeling often times unprepared and overwhelmed.

This child's baby self filled me with satisfaction. She only needed closeness, engaging responsiveness, and nurturing. I knew inherently how to give her those things. Her content being, and the ease with which our days ebbed and flowed, -- these were reinforcement that my instincts were right, that I was all she needed, that I was good at this job. Our union was harmonious. It was even easy.

She is three now.

She has started using the word "hate", and seems to find many circumstances where it should apply. She hates that I am distracted, or nursing the baby, or won't let her ride in her carseat without the buckles done. I hate how quick I snap, "We don't pee on the floor! We don't wipe our bottom with a blanket!" instead of calmly showing her the right way again. I hate that I screamed at her when she covered the baby's face with a pillow, so angrily that she pleaded and sobbed that I please not be mad at her. Because I wasn't really angry with her...she was just being a three-year old. I was angry that I felt so tired and out of control, that I wasn't watching closely enough and that something bad could have happened because of it. I hate that I too often take the easy way, and too often tell her "don't!" instead of showing her what to do.

Oh these toddler days--

They leave me feeling shaken. And tired. And questioning.

How do I guide her behavior without squelching her beautifully creative spirit?

How do I know when I am expecting too much, or not enough?

How do I instill confidence, and show her that she can be all that she wants in life, when I am so often unsure of myself? To keep her temper when I so often lose mine?

As she grows and develops her own identity and ideas, will I be able to help her navigate the turmoil? Will I disappoint her? Will I be enough?

My hope, above all else, is that she always feel loved.

And that I am able to guide her in discovering how exceptional she is,
despite being myself-- in most ways, quite average.

That, I am hopeful,

is the miracle of motherhood.

Are You Watching?

2011-04-28T19:19:00.004-06:00

Are you watching the Royal Wedding? I don't normally get into things like this but for some reason I am totally into it. Maybe it was all the High Tea my mom took us to as children. Or TLC's Royal wedding week, and the morning news coverage that I might have been watching nonstop?

Cucumber sandwiches-- bring em on. I don't like the smoked salmon ones (which might be heresy since I am from Oregon).

But you know what I do like....

Clotted Cream.

It's like a mix between butter and whipped cream, and yes it tastes as good as it sounds. I will be eating maybe a whole jar of it by myself, atop fresh scones, while I watch the Royal Wedding tomorrow morning. I am crazy enough to get up and watch it live but fear for the safety of my children with that little sleep. Tivo it is for me.

Cheers!

Birthday Girl

2011-04-24T21:51:00.002-06:00

Thanks to everyone who helped make Avery's birthday wonderful! We are exhausted from all the celebrating. And we feel no doubt that she is one very loved little girl.

Sorry no pictures...we are having some technical difficulties at the moment (I have managed to fill up my entire memory with photos...).

Feel free to enjoy this little snippet created by one very clever Uncle Alex.

Felted Necklace

2011-04-05T00:00:00.001-06:00

As I mentioned...my daughter's birthday falls on Easter this year. I am not totally sure how exactly I am going to combine the two yet-- Bunny Birthday Cake? Gifts inside eggs? Easter treats for gifts?

However it shakes out, I thought I better get busy doing a few things for the big day. This afternoon during nap time I made this little felted bead necklace. I thought about doing a little tutorial, but really...you don't need me to explain how to thread beads onto string.

What you will want to know is where to get felted beads. I used a combination of beads I made myself using a wet felting technique, and bought beads found here. I had planned to buy felted balls for a Christmas garland this past one, but it turns out I wasn't the only one with that bright idea and they sold out before I got around to buying them. So when they finally came back into stock recently, I snatched up a good mix (have a few more projects planned). At any rate... the size I used for the necklace are 1cm.

Also, I used a doll makers needle to thread the beads. Its basically just a fatter needle with a big eye, which works well with sturdier thread. And when I had threaded all my beads, I just tied the ends in a knot...nothing fancy to fasten it (after making sure the length would fit over her head first).

I love simple projects like this where the the colors are really the star. Natural fibers are great that way, because they accept dye so well...the possibilities to create whatever you envision are endless.

I can't wait to put this in her Birthday/Easter basket/gift!

Easter Bonnet

2011-04-04T00:00:00.000-06:00

I'm sorry guys. There have already been so many pictures of this bonnet here.

But...I am posting it again! It's almost Easter after all and in case you are new to my blog and were in need of a bonnet pattern (like I was when I created it) I wanted to mention it.

Plus, selfishly-- I really miss this little baby girl and her soft little arms. I like to look back at her sweet little baby self.

The bonnet is adjustable and I had originally said it fit 6-24 months but I have had people make it and tell me it fits their older girls (5 or 6) too.

Here area few photos of my baby girl so you can see the progression of how it fits at different ages:

Around 11 months old

Same bonnet (and shirt as it turns out) 15 months old:

Same bonnet 2 years old:
(and desperately in need of an iron! please excuse the wrinkles)

So my baby girl is now almost 3 years old and it still fits her, but goodness help me...I can't get her to put it on for a photo.

Anyway, the pattern is available in my Etsy shop if you'd like to make one for your little girl. It's really easy to sew...totally doable if you are a new sewer.

I am thinking of making a new one for my little girl--in white linen. Her birthday happens to fall on Easter this year so I'd say that calls for an extra special outfit!

Maybe its the Rain...

2011-03-28T11:06:00.004-06:00

It's one of those deep thinking days today.

I have so much on my mind and so many thoughts I'd like to share but not enough time or sharpness of brain to do so in a way that wouldn't leave me feeling embarrassed.

Mostly I am feeling grateful--that I have such a good life. That my trials are my own.

And sad for mothers who are struggling and who have to endure the suffering of their children.

Resolved to let my attention and focus spend less time with frivolous things.

Reminded that not everyone does think the same way that I do (and encouraged by/ thankful for that).

And happy for the abundance of good.

Bathing Beauties

2011-03-25T00:00:00.003-06:00

Rarely is a bath had in our home without this little blond doll as a companion.

Sneaky as any of us privacy and relaxation seekers might try to be, when she hears the sounds of water flowing she disrobes and cheerfully climbs in to join the splashing fun-- without the slightest notion that she might not be invited.

I will admit that when I chose this enormous white cast iron sink and positioned it in front of the large window that looks out over the fields and our neighboring horse friends,

it was mostly this little scene--the bathing of babes-- that I was envisioning. (Not mounds of dishes...which it what it usually contains).

It does this mother's heart good to spend an evening in the kitchen making little bottoms clean and then wrapping them in warm towels from the dryer before tucking them into fresh white nightgowns and sheets.

These are the sorts of things that my dreams are made of.

you?

Box Fort

2011-03-24T00:00:00.001-06:00

It was our secret bear cave, our helicopter, and our napping bed spot.

It was a lovely way to spend an afternoon.

We Might Have a Problem With Moderation...

2011-03-23T13:25:00.002-06:00

I was having a bad day last week.

So home came my husband with 2 cases of Samoas. He's a keeper.

It turns out our love language is processed sugar foods.

(me circa 1988)

I come by my love of Samoas honestly.

This Young Lad...

2011-03-22T15:08:00.008-06:00

Is well and happy.

Is 3 months old.

Weighs 16 lbs! Is 26 inches long!

Is now wearing mostly 6-12 month clothes.

Has lost most of his hair, but maintains his awesome natural faux-hawk.

Has blue eyes like his sister (and despite both his parents brown?!)

Is delighted by the discovery of his hands.

Is frustrated that he cannot get his feet into his mouth.

Sleeps good 10 hour stretches at night (mostly) in the crook of my arm.

Loves to grab my face, hair, and nursing parts.

Is constant kicking, wiggling, squealing motion.

Loves to be held and some good intense eye contact.

Generously lets us nuzzle his neck and munch on his cheeks to our hearts content.

We love him immensely.

Petal Sleeves Tutorial

2011-03-14T14:04:00.005-06:00

When I made Avery's romper for the "Once Upon a Thread" sewing month, I made the pattern myself because I had a certain vision for it in mind, and couldn't really find a pattern that fit that. Plus Avery has very narrow shoulders and a long torso, and often commercial patterns are cut sort of generously and look a little sloppy on her.

A few years ago I took a pattern making class because I had lots of sewing ideas and wanted to know how to translate those into my own patterns in a way that didn't take so much time using trial and error. It turns out pattern making is pretty straightforward and most of the techniques are pretty easy to accomplish. A lot of pattern "making", is really just pattern altering. By starting with a basic pattern, you can change certain lines and create a design that fits your vision.

(for the record...I accidentally overlapped the petals backwards, but I didn't mind it and didn't feel like fixing it...but you would normally overlap them so that the back covers the front instead. )

I love petal sleeves. I think they are adorable. Plus they give arms a little more freedom to move, which makes them especially perfect for children's clothes.

For the romper I made, I actually started with a basic cap sleeve pattern and altered it to make petal sleeves. Its super easy. Here is how you do it:

Petal Sleeve Tutorial: Part 1

You will need:

--tracing paper (in a pinch I have used freezer paper, parchment paper, or plain copy paper)
--scissors
--pen or marker
--french curve (or anything with a curve you like the look of...plate, bowl, piece of cardboard...)
--a basic cap sleeve pattern (note- if you want your petal sleeve to have gathers, start with a cap sleeved pattern that is gathered. You can alter a sleeve pattern to add gathers, but here I am starting with a gathered sleeve pattern.)

Start with your basic sleeve pattern

Lay a piece of tracing paper over the sleeve and trace the size you will be using. Make sure you transfer all of the markings. In this example the large circle on top is where the sleeve will be aligned with the shoulder seam, and the two small circles are where the sleeve will be gathered between, as well as alignment markings with the front and back of the bodice. Make sure you also transfer the grain line marking (that's the one with the arrow...it dictates how you lay the pattern on the fabric to be cut).

For my petal sleeves, I wanted the petals to intersect in the middle of the sleeve. To make this happen, draw a line from the center seam marker (large circle) down the sleeve, that is parallel with the grain line.

Next, lay your curve along the back of the sleeve so that it crosses the line you just made. Basically you can make it any way you like. Just keep in mind you will be hemming the bottom of the sleeve or sewing it to lining...but either way, keep seam allowances in mind when you are figuring the look of the sleeve curve you want.

This is what it should look like:

Repeat this with the front of the sleeve. I tried to keep the curves on the front and back consistent...but its really up to you and how you want your sleeve to look. The important thing is that the curves should intersect along the center line you added.

Now your pattern will look like this:

Now, place another piece of tracing paper over the pattern you've just created and trace only the back section of the pattern. Make sure you transfer all the markings that are contained within the back section of the pattern. Also, you need to add another grain line to this piece if its not already contained in it. Simply draw a line that is parallel with the grain line on the pattern.

Move the tracing paper off the pattern and you should have a piece that looks like this. This is the back piece of your petal sleeve.

Place another piece of tracing paper over the whole sleeve pattern and trace the front section, making sure to transfer all markings and adding a grain line if its not already there.

Now you will have two pattern pieces that look like this. These are your new petal sleeve pieces.

This is what they look like when they are overlapped, which is how they will be placed after you have cut your sleeve pieces out of fabric.

So there you go... that's the basic method for creating a petal sleeve pattern out of a cap-sleeve pattern.

If you've sewn a bit before, this should be enough to get you off to making your own, but if you are a beginner I'll be back to show you how to put the sleeve together...laying out the pieces on the fabric, sewing the lining in, and putting them together with the bodice.

Happy pattern making!

(let me know if anything is confusing and I'll try to clarify it...writing directions is hard;))

Once Upon A Thread: My Turn!

2011-03-10T06:59:00.004-07:00

Have you been following along with "Once Upon A Thread?"

Well it's my turn today. I am so excited to share what I've made! I have to admit its a little daunting to have my work up next to all the other amazing seamstress Katy has gathered. All the creativity going on over there is pretty inspiring. To say the least.

But between the move and remodel and new baby boy, my sewing machine has been gathering dust, and it was really fun to have a reason to brush her off and get her humming again.

I made this little romper for Avery inspired by "The Secret Garden."

And I might have had a few other tricks up my sleeve....like a robin for her hair, and some Indian inspired elephant pants for Ollie...but alas I decided to make the pattern for the romper from scratch and that stole away too many of my sewing minutes!

Still though, I am quite pleased with how it turned out...and Avery couldn't stop bouncing and moving about the entire time I was photographing her. And since that was the idea-- to create something pretty that she could move and play in... I feel like the outfit was a success.

Check out the whole post here.

And I've promised a tutorial on how to make those petal sleeves, and if you are kind enough to come back later...I will have it for you here (um...its suddenly turned into 65 degree sunny weather here and there is serious playing outside that needed to be done... sorry the sleeves had to wait!)

Happy March!

2011-03-01T12:14:00.004-07:00

Once Upon a Thread is in full swing over at No Big Dill! And with it comes a whole month of children's book inspired sewing.

Up first-- Katy her clever self, with "Harold and the Purple Crayon".

It's gonna blow your socks off!

check it out.

Keeping Shop

2011-02-24T14:01:00.002-07:00

So if you are just here to learn about making rolled fabric flowers then you won't care about this...

but if you happen to be related to me, I just thought I'd mention I added a button to connect to our other blog. I took down all my links to other blogs awhile back because I am horrible at keeping them up to date and with so many friends and family who now have blogs I just figured it was better to have no links than a few outdated ones.

Follow?

Anyway...I added a button for your clicking pleasure just in case you don't get enough about my children in your lives, and would like to easily visit over there.

It's a private blog and if you'd like to have access (and you know us in real life...or at least well enough in cyber-life to have convinced me you aren't creepy) email me (daniellebwilson (at) gmail.com) and I'll add you to the list so you can access it.

It's mostly photos of my kids with messy hair doing naughty things.

Enjoy.

Once Upon a Thread

2011-02-22T08:14:00.008-07:00

Well the super talented Katy Dill (and that's not just hyperbole...have you seen what she's been up to?!), of No Big Dill has quite a treat to brighten up our March! A whole month of children's book inspired sewing brought to you by her clever hands, as well as lots of other seamstresses from around the web.

Seriously check out that line-up!

Yep...I am feeling a tad intimidated by all that sewing talent! Not sure how I managed to wriggle in the there with them...but no matter. It's all for fun!

And one and all are invited to join in...

So join in won't you!

OK...I better get busy sewing so I don't embarrass myself.

See you there!

Sunnier Days

2011-02-18T23:41:00.003-07:00

Oliver is Fine Now...

2011-02-16T14:57:00.008-07:00

...but my heart is still a little broken.

Oh I just don't know how to write about the week we've had! I might have to hurry through this so I don't start crying about it again.

I'm always telling folks to keep their newborns home for the first few months and force Purell on those who simply must squish their baby. I used to be a nurse at a Children's hospital and so I absolutely know how horrible it was when a newborn got a fever and had to come in for a septic workup. Newborns are tricky because they don't always show illness the same way we do and if they do have a serious infection (most don't end up having had one) they can go from looking just fine to being deathly ill in hours. So... if a newborn gets sick, especially with a fever, everyone takes it pretty seriously. And by seriously, I mean tons of invasive, painful tests (including a spinal tap). Which is why its so important to keep newborns from getting sick.

Which is what I am always telling other people.

Because I used to have to be the one to help hold the tiny babies while they got a needle poked in their spine (with no anesthesia at all!). And I really, really, really, wanted to avoid my baby ever have to go through that.

And then last week my own tiny baby got sick. Sick enough that the pediatrician was very concerned. And we landed in exactly the place that I prayed I'd never have to take my baby. And my sweet little boy had to have every one of those painful tests. I'll go light on the details, but it was horrific. Each test had complications and had to be repeated (7 pokes to get an IV in and blood drawn, 3 attempts at catheterization to collect urine, and 3 attempts at a lumbar puncture to get spinal fluid-- which is horribly horribly painful...he cried so hard he had to have oxygen).

I could write for pages about how horrible the whole thing was. There are other awful details...lots of them, but I can't even write about them... I already lay in bed at night and re-live them over and over in my mind.

The most important thing is that Oliver is doing great. None of the really bad things he could have had came back positive. He likely just had a run-of-the-mill virus, but in a baby that small you just can't risk it.

Which is why I just have to do whatever I can to keep him from getting sick again while he is still a newborn. I can't risk putting him through that again.

So... we won't be leaving the house for the next month. And we won't be having any visitors either.

You'll forgive us for being anti-social won't you?

Because while I watched all these terrible painful things being done to my baby-- knowing that they were necessary because he was so sick-- I also knew that they could have been avoided if I'd have kept him safe.

And I'd failed to keep him safe. And that guilt is unbearable.

And still, when I gathered his tiny mottled sobbing little body in my arms between each poke, and his wet little eyes found my face, he'd somehow smile yet.

My sweet sweet boy.

I know he'll recover and won't have any conscious memory of the whole thing,

but I won't ever forget it. Traumatic just begins to describe it for us both (for us all really).

Right after I'd delivered Oliver, my midwife asked me if it was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I said no. Because although it was really hard, I was sure it wasn't the hardest thing. It was too wonderful.

But this whole experience ranks right up there. Hardest and worst.

I know it could be worse-- could have been worse. Parents and children endure more every single day. But for our little family, right now in our lives...this felt really, really, bad.

We are all healing (with the help of Trav's parents who flew in to our aid). And there is a lot more to the story (Trav left the hospital after the first night to be with Avery who was also really sick, then he got the flu, plus I was sick, then my milk dried up from not sleeping or eating for three days, then poor little Avery has had the toughest time after "mommy disappeared for so long!", and little Ollie just needs to be held most of the time--which is fine, because frankly I need it too).

But life will go back to normal. We are sure of it.

For now we are staying put (nursing constantly),

washing our hands a lot,

and looking forward to Spring--the end of Respiratory Virus season--

and sunnier days.

Green Eggs and Ham

2011-01-27T21:42:00.004-07:00

Avery is quite distressed that we keep the eggs in the fridge and insists "but we need a keep 'em warm!"

I promise to stop posting pictures of eggs but have you ever seen an egg like this? We have 2 breeds of chickens--Rhode Island Red who lay brown eggs, and Araucana who lay these beautiful green ones. We just got our first green egg yesterday.

Come Easter, we may just skip the dye.

Oh and this little girl-- tickles me to no end!

I seriously took 100 pictures of her hoping to get maybe one where she was not making a silly face (don't get me wrong...I LOVE the silly faces... but for the sake of variety) and looking at the camera. Turns out its not possible.

Avery delights me with her effervescent fun personality. She is her own little self for sure!

5 Weeks Old...

2011-01-25T11:12:00.005-07:00

and the very best cure for a grumpy morning.

Oliver... he's good for what ails ya.

Huzaah! An Egg!

2011-01-24T14:06:00.007-07:00

Do you remember the chickies we got this spring? Well they finally started laying eggs.

It turns out we had a thing or two to learn about raising chickens (which is all part of the fun). Our chickens were quite wild and though chickens aren't supposed to fly, and though we got them a perfectly nice warm home, every night they'd fly up into the big trees next to our house.

So, during a particularly cold stretch a few weeks ago (we were fearing for their lives) we wrangled them up and locked them in their house, and it seems this may have domesticated the little ladies for low and behold Trav discovered that beauty on Friday. And we've had one or two every day since.

(Trav and David doing some manly farm-work)

And now, at last, the little house is their home. So we clipped their wings (don't worry we consulted professionals first) and they will fly no more, but instead spend their evenings nestled inside.

I feel a little guilty about taking away their freedom. But I am thrilled to not have chicken poop all over my front porch (their favorite spot to hang out in the day) any more.

We were laughing about the fact that between the cost of the birds, their house, and all the chicken feed, that little egg was pretty expensive.

But this...

(safety glasses were because Trav was using some tools to fix up the chicken house...safety first! And the hat is because she was dressed by her father.)

is priceless.

And an egg... feels a little like a miracle.

Birth Story

2011-01-12T13:03:00.011-07:00

My sweet son, you are now a month old and I can hardly believe how fast time has passed!
For now you are content to to be held and nursed and to sleep in my arms, and I am content to have you stay just like this for as long as you can. Too soon you will grow. And I look forward to your hugs and your words and the life you will lead. But oh I will long for the time you fit nestled in my arms. I savor these baby days with you.

This is the story of the day you were born,

I woke up to a crash of thunder. It was windy and rainy and stormy outside. Pow! Lightening.

And then "oh"...pain in my belly. It took me a few sleepy minutes to realize that it was actually a dull achy tightening in my abdomen that had woken me up and not the thunder after all. I sat for a few minutes, warm in my bed and wondered if I would meet you this stormy night.

After a solid month of fairly regular contractions every day, I didn't dare believe this could be it.

And then "OH"...pain again.

I nudged your dad. "Trav...I think I might be in labor." He'd heard this from me more than a few times in the recent weeks. "I think we should probably get up and get our stuff together."

"It's 2:30 am". Was his reply. He was tired. We were both tired. The months before your birth were not as we would wish-- calm and relaxing, but rather harried and busy. We'd spent that day scrubbing the carpets and unpacking boxes. Trying to ready our home for your arrival, and feeling way behind schedule.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure."

I told dad I was going to get in the bath and see what happened. I wanted to make sure this was really it before I started waking people up. I soaked in a warm tub and grinned with each contraction...I would meet you soon! By the time I got out of the tub, I was sure about that.

I came back to our room to find that dad had gone back to sleep.

"Uh Trav? Um...I think we need to get going."

"Oh...I thought you weren't sure."

"I'm sure."

Dad popped out of bed, and started hurrying around grabbing stuff and asking me questions. I felt really calm and excited. I think he was a little nervous. I felt like time was slowing down a little bit...I thought about you and breathed through each contraction and then carried on the way.

We gathered up your sister and snuggled her in the car. Off we went into the night. It was raining hard and I was in labor!

I had really wanted to know what it was like to go into labor. With Avery, I had to be induced and though I couldn't really imagine being any more satisfied by the birth of my child, there was part of me that wanted the experience of going into labor...of having that moment...or moments really.

As we drove down the now snowy highway I was impressed with how normal it all felt. It wasn't some big crazy movie moment. I felt totally normal and calm. And ready.

I called my midwife and laughed when she said, "So you think your in labor". I was pretty certain.

We firmed up my birth plans and I told her that I'd like to use the birthing tub. She told me they'd start filling it up and then called back a few minuted later to find out how tall I was, because apparently another woman wanted a birth tub also and they only had 2, and one was a bit smaller. Luckily I beat her by an inch and got the bigger tub.

We arrived at the hospital at 4 am and there was a furry of activity in my room. In fact, when I first walked in nobody even noticed I was there. They were all trying to figure out how to get the tub inflated. Using a birthing tub in the hospital was a new thing, and they had never actually had to set one up for real use yet. I felt a tad special, and then felt the need to keep thanking them for the effort.

Aunt Emily came and got Avery, who was sleepy but excited and fairly sure that I was at the hospital to play in the pool and have a nice swim and slightly confused about how it was she would be getting a brother out of the whole situation. I was so grateful that she happily went with Em and that I knew I wouldn't have to worry about her. We hugged and kissed goodbye. It was blizzarding outside now.

I changed into my gown, met my nurse, chatted with my midwife and answered lots of questions about my pregnancy...questions I felt like I had answered a thousand times already, but it still oddly sort of made me feel special. Special that I was in labor, that I was having a baby, that this was the night... our night.

I was dilated to 6 cm when we arrived. My midwife had felt my belly and said that she thought you would be on the small side because I had lots of fluid.

"I think he is going to be big."

She told me that mom's usually had the closest guess to how big their babies were, and that she thought we'd see soon. And we did.

After a half hour or so watching your heart beat on the monitor (your heartbeat was a tad on the slow side and not showing accelerations that they like to see), and after drinking 2 Odwalla smoothies and zapping my tummy with the buzzer, everyone was finally convinced you were OK and I got to be unhooked and get into the tub.

Sliding into the warm water felt like heaven. The weightlessness and warmth made my contractions so much easier to bear. I chatted with my midwife and nurse and dad, pausing with each contraction, and as the minutes ticked on, and the contractions got stronger, I chatted less and paused and concentrated more. And though it was painful and uncomfortable...I enjoyed that I was having this experience and that my body was doing it. And I was so grateful to be in that exact place at that exact time. I felt really happy soaking in the warm tub, in the quiet of the night, lights down low, snow falling in blankets outside.

I thought about you.

After an hour and a half in the tub the warmth of the water was getting to me and I started feeling dizzy and sick and decided to get out. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was completely dilated anyway. I was wrong. I had dilated to 7 cm.

It was a little after 6 am. My midwife asked if I would like her to break my water. I knew that it would speed things up and I agreed. I soon sort of wished that I hadn't.

Once my water was broken I felt the discomfort of labor more intensely. The weight of my belly made it hard to find a position that felt...I'm not going to say comfortable here--that would be unrealistic...but manageable. I absolutely could not lay on my back or side. I finally settled on kneeling against the head of my bed, which was inclined up all the way. My contractions were coming so fast that I almost had no break in between them and I tried to concentrate and stay calm and relaxed but it was hard. I knew this was all normal. I knew I was in transition. And it hurt really bad.

I went from 7-10 cms. in a few contractions. Dad was at the head of my bed, holding my hand. I knew that there were other people around me and that they were saying things and doing things but I started feeling so much pain I just couldn't focus on anything except how much it hurt. For the first time during labor I felt a little scared. My midwife said I could push a little if I felt like I needed to. I didn't. Nothing felt right. Everything hurt and felt wrong. Pushing hurt--not pushing hurt. I held dad's hand and thought about you and how happy I was going to be when I got to meet you. I just thought of you and told myself I could do it, that I was meant to do it, and I did it. I pushed through some pretty wicked pain. And then somehow the pain subsided, and the overwhelming urge to push took over. Its all a little blurry--this part of your birth--Dad was asking me if I was OK? and telling me I was doing it! and Good Job! My eyes were closed and I was putting every ounce of energy I had into getting you down and out. It was all very fast. After just a few pushes I heard exclamations that your head was there...and how much hair you had. You were really coming! This was really it. I thought I'd take a little brake for a few seconds and try to take in this moment--let you be born peacefully. And then I heard the midwife say that your umbilical cord was around your neck and that it was too tight and she couldn't get it off and that I needed to push you out now. And suddenly I didn't notice the pain anymore and I just pushed as big as I could to get you out so you'd be OK.

And you were. My beautiful boy. Absolutely perfect.

8 lbs, 15 oz.
22.5 inches!

As soon as I saw you I knew you were ours.

You were placed on my tummy and looked up with your sweet little eyes, quiet and calm. I held you in warm blankets against my skin and dad cut your umbilical cord.

Soon, you would meet your sister, who loved you already and was so excited for your arrival.
Soon, we'd take you home and get back to the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Soon, we'd give you a name and introduce you to the world.

But right then, we snuggled and loved you while you nursed and were so happy to have that time--

just with you, our sweet little son.

Sew Along

2011-01-07T15:46:00.004-07:00

Pink Chalk Studios is hosting a One Yard Wonders sew along. They will be doing 2 projects a week and working their way through the whole book and then posting tips and pictures each week, Julie & Julia style.

Fun. Good luck girls!

My project was up first. I love how they changed it up!

In Full Bloom

2011-01-06T15:40:00.004-07:00

This is what I looked like about 3 weeks ago.

My sweet friend Katrina who in addition to being one of the most interesting, sincere, fun, and smart women I know...is also a fabulous photographer, and was kind enough to take some photos of me in full bloom, about week before I delivered. Despite the fact that it was a dark dreary day, and the fact that I giggled the entire time, she managed to get some great shots. And though I may have tried to weasel out of the photo shoot (at 39 weeks pregnant and fairly puffy...I wasn't feeling particularly camera ready) I am SOOO grateful to have these photos to remember this sweet time when my little Ollie was still in my belly. All 9 lbs of him.

Thanks Katrina!

More of my belly photos here at Katrina's photography blog.

And in case you are wondering why I am wearing a too tight, pilling shirt... it's because it was literally the last shirt left that fit me. I'm embracing it.

Oh also...the very best news! My children are finally going to have a cousin!!!
Congrats Nessie and Dabid.

Two Weeks Old

2011-01-04T14:36:00.002-07:00

So it turns out life is a tad busier with two little chirping birds around. Busy, but good. There are about a hundred things I keep meaning to do, and then before I know it the day is gone...

I still want to document all about the day our little guy was born, but for now...here he is 2 weeks old!

He is a sweet sweet soul. He loves to be held, is an outstanding nurser (had not only rebounded to his birth weight by ten days old...but had nearly gained 3/4 lb!), and fairly calm and quiet most of the time. Avery LOVES to help take care of him and wants to kiss and cuddle him all the time...which he is a fairly good sport about.

As for me...I have never felt such a spectrum of emotions all at once. Totally content and completely drained. Happy and a little blue. Peaceful and calm...happy to hide away with my babies and also itching to get out and do something. Ah hormones.

Officially...

2010-12-30T17:04:00.006-07:00

The sweetest boy ever. Ever.

Stocking Stuffer

2010-12-25T19:26:00.003-07:00

Our hearts are sure full this Christmas. And despite the fact that we are sick (b00) and quite tired, we are reveling in the blessings we feel in our lives. I can hardly believe we have 2! sweet children to love.

I held off on posting this photo because I was hoping we'd have a name to along with it. I know our family and friends would sure like to know what to call this little guy, but I am afraid we just haven't settled on one yet!

The thing about naming a baby is that it just seems no matter how much you like the sound of a name, or its meaning, or the family history associated with it,

when compared to this amazing, sweet, perfect little being you are giving it to...
nothing ever seems quite good enough to capture all that.

Anyway, we'll settle on one soon enough.

For now, we are just so grateful for our little family, and couldn't have asked for a sweeter Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

Joyful

2010-12-21T21:43:00.006-07:00

Our precious boy arrived safely Monday at 6:48 am...

8 lbs. 15 oz.
22.5 in.

he's absolutely perfect and we are so grateful to have him!

For now we are happily cuddling, loving, and getting to know our sweet baby boy-- and maybe selfishly, keeping him just our baby boy a few days longer...

but when we've settled on a name we'll let you know!

More photographs coming soon.

We're worn out!

Checking In

2010-12-13T16:00:00.003-07:00

If you'd have asked me 3 weeks ago if I'd be still walking around with a giant belly, pregnant as can be today, I would have absolutely bet against it. With our trip to the hospital and all the contractions I've been having I'd have bet a million dollars that this boy was going to come early. But... it just goes to show that you never really know with these things.

So no baby yet.
I am %100 overwhelmed by my life right now. Not that its terrible or hard or anything. Just that I can't seem to prioritize or get anything accomplished. And I keep thinking the baby might come any day and am afraid to start any new projects. (And by projects I mean unpacking boxes and painting...that sort of thing, not the fun kind).

Despite my best laid plans, there are about 100 things on my to do list that just aren't going to get done.... Gifts that will not be as clever as I'd hoped. Phone calls that won't get returned. Decorations that will not get put up. Life is just that way sometimes. I'm OK with it...but I still feel lame and like I need to apologize to anyone who I am responsible to for anything. Sorry. Also, I am kind of in awe of all my friends and those people around me who seem to manage to get it all done. Really... in awe.

I feel like Christmas is happening all around me and I just want to curl up in bed and read about birth and hide. Or sew things. That's normal right?

When I say my belly is huge I'm not just being funny. My belly is actually measuring large and baby boy was predicted to be well over 8 lbs...and that was 3 weeks ago. Almost none of my maternity tops fit anymore. Somehow I am actually feeling more comfortable than I was a few weeks ago...maybe he's dropping? Bring it on.

It turns out I start crying a lot about a month before I give birth. It happened with Avery. It's happening this time too. Just so you know.

I have contractions ALL. DAY. LONG. Uncomfortable ones. I know its normal and nobody seems too worried about it...but still. At what point does the baby just fall out?

I'm really excited to meet our boy. Really excited. And even though I feel him kick, kick, kicking me all day long, it still feels a bit surreal.

And no...we don't have a name picked out yet. We're weird like that ;)

Merry Christmas friends! There is no way we are getting a card sent out this year. But we love you all the same!

Update

2010-12-02T12:19:00.003-07:00

Our internet is on the fritz so this will be short and photo free, but I just wanted to give a quick update to our goings on.

Baby boy is still safely inside my belly. We are glad for that.

We still have no carpet upstairs, but the wood floors should be all done tomorrow.

Trav and Avery both have gross coughs and I am really starting to wonder about our immune systems. Better now then after baby is here I guess.

I turned 30 yesterday, which I admit I would be feeling a bit conflicted about, but I don't have time. Midlife crises will have to wait till next year.

Thanks for all the well-wishes and concern! We'll keep you posted!

The Woman Who Fell

2010-11-22T13:01:00.012-07:00

This might be the longest post ever and you'll probably only want to read it if you are actually related to me.

OK fair warning....

As I have mentioned we have been remodeling our house since we moved in around July. Also, we have a baby due in December.

Our house remodel is going the way these things generally go. Way more more work, time and money being spent than originally imagined. But we are getting things sort of wrapped up to a point where we can at least unpack and move upstairs. We had kind of set Thanksgiving as the deadline to be up there and settled, as the baby really could come anytime after that. So that was the plan. But there are still lots of projects that need to be finished in the next week, but with Trav having some time home from work we figured we'd be fine.

So there is that.

I had bough tickets to the Lower Lights Concert on Saturday a few weeks ago. Avery loves it and since it was in a small venue, and they are very family friendly folks young children were allowed (and even free) so we thought it would be a nice little evening for our family.

Then Saturday rolled around and we had not gotten nearly as much accomplished that day as we'd hoped. We were all a little tired and I was kind of tempted to just bag it and not go to the concert. Our house was a mess. Our upstairs was covered with sawdust--especially the laundry room, which meant no laundry had been done in quite some time, and I wasn't really excited about the trek downtown. But we decided to go anyway, because I really was excited about it and Avery was too.

I mustered my strength and made an attempt at getting as cute as I could given the fact that almost nothing fits my giant belly anymore. And then I slipped my ugly blue Crocs on my feet, because when it comes right down to it, my feet are sore and I am really not that vain. Plus I figure people will really forgive a pregnant women a lot of fashion faux pas. Plus Avery looked cute enough for both us in her new velveteen coat.

When we left our house, it was dry outside. As we drove, it started raining hard, and then turned to snow. We chit-chatted and asked Avery if she was excited to go to the concert? Her response,

"Momma, we need to go to the doctor and see baby brother".

"Right now?"

"Yes."

We laughed and marveled at how articulate and talkative she is becoming, and were glad that she seems excited to meet her baby brother (She has been to several ultrasounds and all my appointments and often draws wavy lines and tells me they are "heartfeets") and then explained that we weren't going to the doctor right now...we were going to the concert.

By the time we got there it was a blizzard and there was no close parking. We pulled up to the darling old building (I believe its an old converted church), the snow was softly falling and folks were gathered outside waiting to go in. I was glad we'd come. Trav let me and Avery out so we wouldn't have to walk in the snow. I snatched her out of the car seat, and as soon as Trav pulled away and I stepped up on the sidewalk my legs slipped out from under me and we fell flat on the (very wet) pavement.

Stupid Crocs.

(um...I should mention before you read any further, we are all perfectly safe and fine!)

About a half dozen of the nicest people I have ever met quickly rushed to our aid and helped us in, asked if we needed an ambulance, help calling my husband, or the coat off their back (literally). Since I had been holding Avery when I fell I sort of instinctively held her up to shield her from the force of the fall...which meant that the entire force of the fall went directly onto my belly. Not great. So by this point I am crying hysterically not because I am hurt really, but because I am pregnant and hormonal and soaking wet with a scared two-year-old and lots of people asking me if I am OK, and I have realized that a direct hard fall on pavement right on top of my stomach had the potential to not be very good.

Trav came back, I was covered up and dried off, and after calming down we decided it was best just to stay and see how I felt. We were much closer to the hospital there then if we'd gone home and the concert was only about an hour and Avery was REALLY excited to be there. I wasn't bleeding or having any cramping or any signs that things weren't OK. Aside from a really ugly cry face and the fact that I was wearing an assortment of over sized men's sweaters and coats, I figured the indecent was minor and the evening could continue as planned. I was a little bit embarrassed but I figured most people probably had not even noticed me and really the whole thing wasn't a big deal.

And then the lights went down and all the musician took the stage. Paul Jacobsen took the mic, welcomed everyone...said a few things (I don't remember exactly how this whole thing went) and then, "Also, there was a women who fell outside. We saw you fall and feel really bad, so come find me afterward and we want to give you all of our CD's". (And then he made a joke about Mindy Gledhill not wanting to give me one... just kidding... and everyone laughed and they started the show.

So much for not being noticed.

The show could not have been more lovely. We danced and clapped. Snow fell softly outside the windows. Avery found another little girl to play ring-around-the rosy with. My clothes even dried off.

Baby boy kicked like crazy as I sat there (or followed Avery in and out, in and out) and I felt again like things would be fine. I also decided that I would not go find them after the show and claim my free CD's. Although I'd love to own each of the amazing musicians individual music, especially after seeing them preform, I felt way too silly and embarrassed to take them up on the (very sweet and kind) offer.

"Hi...I am the woman who fell down...I'd like my CD's"

No way.

After the show was over we quietly slipped out. Trav went to get the car, and I waited by the door. Most of the folks lingered and chatted with each other and the musicians. There seemed to be a lot of camaraderie happening that night. It was nice.

I stepped outside when I saw the car pull up-- and there was Paul Jacobsen... in his suit... shoveling the walkway.

He insisted that I wait while he went to get the CD's. And while he ran inside a whole bunch of people started asking me if I was OK, and let me know that everyone had been talking about the whole incident and proceeded to tell me what they heard had happened-- "I heard your water broke--you went into labor" that sort of thing-- and then several people shared similar stories of when they had fallen when they were pregnant. It actually made me feel a lot better about the whole thing. And grateful for really nice people.

Paul came back, I sheepishly accepted the CD's and thanked him profusely, and walked down the steps to the car with Trav holding my hand and a dozen sweet folks wishing me well.

And oh how I wash that were the end of this story.

I still felt fine. I was having some contractions, but nothing out of the ordinary--I'd been having them for weeks. But I had this little inkling in the back of my mind that I should probably call my midwives...just to be sure...and mostly hoping they'd reassure me that I was fine just going home.

What the midwife who called me back said was, " I have to recommend that you go to the hospital...I can't make you go-- obviously its up to you...but I have to tell you to come in."

Not what I was hoping to hear, but not entirely unexpected. She said they would just monitor the baby for 4 hours and send me home if everything looked OK.

So we called my brother and he just happened to be driving up to Salt Lake at that very moment, and would be passing the hospital and that he and Emily, his fiance who he was driving home due to the bad weather (by the way...Ryan is engaged! we couldn't be more excited) were available to take Avery and watch her as long as we needed.

Since we didn't have to worry about Avery, we decided better safe than sorry and went to the hospital to get checked out.

As soon as I got checked in, changed and hooked up to the monitor I felt completely stupid. It was getting late, I really missed Avery, we were both tired, and I thought I was probably being overly dramatic and worried and that we should have just gone home.

And then things changed.

The really sweet nurse reassured me that the baby looked great...his heartbeat was fine. She also told me that I was having a lot of contractions which I was surprised by because I wasn't really noticing them. They were every four or five minutes and getting closer. I looked at the tracings on the monitor, and sure enough...there they were...like clockwork. And then I started feeling them. Still not painful but definitely noticeable.

So time is elapsing, contractions still happening. The midwife and resident came in and chatted. We watched and waited. They decided to check my cervix to see if the contractions were causing any dilation and if I was possibly progressing towards labor.

"HUH?"

After a fairly uncomfortable check of my cervix, I was informed that I was 3 1/2-4 cms dilated.

"Huh?"

Keep in mind that I am about 35 1/2 weeks pregnant. So being a bit dilated is not unheard of, but 4 cms is a lot for this point in pregnancy.

Still I didn't think it was too big a deal. As long as I didn't dilate more, it didn't necessarily mean anything.

And then my contractions started happening every 2 minutes and were painful. Not horrible, but painful and continued this way for a few hours.

And then focus shifted from making sure the baby was OK and that I didn't have a placental abruption (he was looking great and responding perfectly though all this labor stuff), to the likelihood that I would be delivering him this very night. I was started on antibiotics since I hadn't had the standard group B strep test yet and so I had to be treated prophylactically in case I happened to be positive. I was informed that because I wasn't yet 36 weeks the NICU team would be at the delivery and what delivering at this point could mean for my baby and that someone would come talk to me more about how things would go down if it looked like birth was going to be immanent... which was kind of surreal since I used to be a NICU nurse.

And then we waited some more. I tried to rest and wrap my head around the idea of having our baby that night. I couldn't really do either. Trav was sound asleep on the couch. They told me they'd have to recheck my cervix but that they'd try to hold off as long as possibly since it was very likely that checking it was what bumped up the intensity of my contractions in the first place.

I browsed though a book on birth that a friend had loaned me but that I had not had time to read yet. Luckily I had tucked in into my purse hoping to look through it in the car. I thought about I hated that I didn't have any of my stuff. I wasn't prepared--no camera, no clothes, no carseat, no relaxation CD's or music...

and then I remembered the CD's I'd been given. And was so grateful that at least I had those to listen to if I really was going into labor and if our baby really was born that night, and that I'd have to make sure and email all the Lower Lights folks and let them know how things had turned out.

But...the baby was not born that night. It would have been just fine if he was. But he wasn't and I am grateful. 35 1/2 weeks isn't terribly early for a baby to be born and he'd have likely been just fine, but I am glad he has a little more time in my tummy, and that we have a little more time to prepare.

My contractions continued through the next afternoon but got gradually less painful and frequent. And I talked them into not checking my cervix again because they stopped altogether eventually and I really wanted to go home. So I was released Sunday night to go home. And who knows how dilated I am at this point. I have a feeling that when I actually do go into labor for real it will happen pretty quickly, but we'll see.

We picked up Avery who I thought would have been a little traumatized by spending her first night away from us and being gone from us the whole day. She wasn't. In fact she couldn't have been having a better time. My brother had brought her over to his girlfriend's house and all her roommates had made a huge dinner and Avery was being lavished with snacks and attention. She barely noticed me when we got there.

So we made it home safe and sound and were glad to crawl into our own bed and finally get some sleep.

And I really wish that were the end of the story.

About 4 am Avery woke up and threw up and had a pretty bad fever. Today we spent most of the day on the couch snuggling but when she started saying her "froat" hurt, right around the same time they issued a winter blizzard warning for the next few days I decided I better take her in to the doctor and have her checked...just in case she maybe had strep.

She did have strep.

And that is where the story ends for now.

Here is what I am feeling super grateful for:
Grateful for our family here able to help us. Grateful for modern medicine and that the baby is OK and that all the nurses, residents, perinatalogist and midwife who cared for me never once made me feel silly or stupid for coming in, or like I was wasting their time. They were all so nice. Grateful that we caught Avery's strep and that we have such easy access to things like antibiotics. And grateful that I the baby didn't come early and we had a chance to at least put a dent in the laundry and pack a bag for the hospital for the next time around.

Here is what I am praying for:
That Trav doesn't also get strep throat. (Coincidentally, because I got penicillin in the hospital in case of group B strep I am probably covered against getting it.)
That I don't go into labor in the next three days while the blizzard is supposed to hit and driving is being highly discouraged due to probable white-out conditions.
That when I do go into labor it doesn't happen so fast that I deliver in the car.
And any combination of the above.

We'll keep you posted.

Saying "YES"

2010-11-18T05:38:00.004-07:00

(dad says, "yes" to ice cream after yet another trip to Home Depot)

It occurs to me now and then, how stinky it is to be a 2-year-old sometimes. Here you are, discovering new and exciting things on a daily basis, becoming more confident and independent, ready to go--do--explore, full of your own ideas about your surroundings and how you'd like to interact with them, ready for stimulation and adventure,

and constantly at the whim of somebody else.

And getting told "No" a lot.

Because there are errands and chores to be done, or too many obligations, or other people that need pleasing.

And you hear, "hold on one minute", "I just need to write an email/make a phone call/do some work", "maybe later", "maybe tomorrow" far too often.

How frustrating would that be?

Life has been topsy turvey for my little one lately. It has been full of change and disruption, strange men tromping around making loud noises upstairs, a million trips to Home Depot, interrupted naps, and exhausted distracted parents. And far too many "No's".

I often start the day by asking my girl, "What should we do today?" Her requests are usually simple-- "Play with Ella?" "Go to the park?" --and far too often go unfulfilled.

And so...
I am declaring today, a day of saying "Yes".

No reasonable request will be denied.
"Yes!" to the zoo.
"Yes!" to the park.
"Yes!" to a picnic.
"Yes!" to all three.
"Yes" to- play blocks with me?, one more book?, can I do it all by myself?

We'll do it all-- for as long as she wants.

And though I realize one day of saying yes doesn't make up for the consistency and stability children need on a daily basis (I really do try for that amid all this chaos)...

it can't hurt either.

And frankly, I am need of some of her sunny, silly, joyful, self to rub off on me. I have been far too serious and stressed out lately. I could use some 2-year-old perspective.

I am so grateful to be a mother.
What a lucky girl I am.

Felting

2010-11-17T11:00:00.003-07:00

I decided I probably won't make a whole felted garland for a Christmas decoration but will likely just buy it.

(We'll see if Anthro sends me my %15 off coupon for my birthday again this year.)

But the truth is...most of the times I make something, its not the actual end product that I want as much as just to participate in the process of learning and making-- which is why a lot of my projects only get 80% finished. By 80% I am sort of satisfied with the experience and ready to move on to something else.

At any rate, I was itching to try felting anyway, so I made some little felt beads, which will hopefully make an appearance in Avery's stocking as a necklace.

I followed this method (except I used some wool roving...which is more like yarn than batting) and really...wet felting could not be easier, especially if all you are doing is making balls. I am already thinking of other felted ball projects I'd love to make.

A mobile for our baby boy perhaps?

With everything going on in our lives right now, I really don't have time for crafts, but my hands (and brain) need the diversion.

But that's a whole other post;)

Craft Dilemma

2010-11-12T13:00:00.003-07:00

So I have been really thinking/wanting to try my hand at felting. I had envisioned a multicolored felt-ball garland to swag among my new stockings. I have seen tutorials here and there and it seems that needle felting looks pretty time consuming but the hot water kind...might be doable.

And then I saw this perfect garland that looks EXACTLY (I mean down to the colors and everything) like I was imagining, at Anthropologie yesterday! And now I am torn...do I cough up the steep Anthro asking price, or do I spend the time to make it myself? And after I buy all the supplies...would it even be cheaper?

Does this dilemma ever happen to you?

By the way... if you love these stockings as much as I do, they are sale right now and have free shipping! Argh...I should have waited to buy mine. Maybe I'll get a few more.

Guesting at Bloom

2010-11-11T06:58:00.002-07:00

I am posting about Christmas crafts over at Bloom today. You've probably already seen everything I've done there already, but if you haven't seen Bloom...you should click on over and check them out. They are dose of goodness on a daily basis!

Thanks for having me girls!

Matryoshka Doll Ornament

2010-11-10T08:10:00.012-07:00

There is something so nice and comforting about Holiday Traditions isn't there? A thread tying memories together from year to year. It seems most of our traditions tend to revolve around food in our family, but I thought it would be fun to start making each child a Christmas ornament every year (am I setting myself up for failure here? Probably.) and then someday when they leave our little nest (sniff) they will have something to start their own Christmas decoration stash with--and take a little piece of their childhood home with them too.

I had a little down time last week (has the cold bug hit your house too?) so I pulled out my stash of felt and got to work.

I am sort of in love with little Matryoshka Dolls (have been seeing so many cute ones around lately) and thought it would be the perfect thing for my own little dolly this year, so I drew up a pattern.

To make your own, you will need:
Several pieces of wool felt in whatever colors you fancy
Several colors of embroidery floss + needle
cotton or polyester stuffing (like fiberfill)
fabric glue
disappearing fabric marker with a fine tip
sharp scissors (this will make all the difference in cutting out precise shapes)
ribbon (or ric-rac, string, floss...whatever) to hang

To get the pattern, just right click on it and save it to your computer. Then print out as many copies as you need. You might want to size it down a bit...I printed mine at 70%. (or print it at full size and give it to your busy little helper if you have one, to color on while you are working.)

Cut out all of your felt pieces using the pattern as a template (cut 2 of the large background body pieces and as and many of the other shapes as you'd like). For the bigger pieces I pin the pattern to the felt and cut, and for the smaller ones I either trace directly onto the felt with a disappearing fabric marker, or I just free-hand them. Obviously this pattern is meant to be a guideline...you could easily play around and make your own design on the front!

Stitch the eyes and mouth onto the face piece using a back stitch (mark with disappearing fabric marker as a guide first if you prefer). I don't bother with using an embroidery hoop for these kinds of projects. For the eyes and mouth I used a regular piece of black thread, doubled.

Glue your design pieces (using fabric glue) onto the face and body as you see fit. (I tend to not glue quite all the way to the edge of the piece I am gluing as it makes it more difficult to pull your needle through when doing your embroidery.) Helpful chubby toddler hands optional.

Now add some embroidery wherever you'd like. (You could easily skip this step and just glue your pieces on and call it a day...but I think the embroidery makes it special.) For all embroidery on this project I used 3 strands of embroidery floss (it has 6 threads as it comes...to separate, just cut the length you need and pull apart as many threads as you want to use), and an embroidery needle.

For my doll, I used a:
split stitch for the hair, flower petals, and (2 side by side rows) stem
running stitch for the cheeks and flower petals
french knot for the center of the flower and around the outside of petals
back stitch to embroider name and year on the back piece

For fun...this is what the back looks like.

When you're happy with your embroidery, glue the face and body pieces to your front background piece.

At this point I added some more embroidery (split stitching) around the face and body.

Secure whatever sort of string or ribbon you are using as a hanger on the inside center of the back piece with a glob of fabric glue. Once it has dried, place front piece on top of back piece and blanket stitch around the whole thing leaving a space big enough to put stuffing through.

Stuff to desired plumpness

And then finish blanket stitching her up.

Done.

Now hang her in a place of honor and send me a picture so I can see her too please;)

Happy crafting!

love Danielle

The Upside of Illness

2010-11-09T15:39:00.002-07:00

The truth is, when I wrote about being sick last week it was mostly for the benefit of my husband. He happened to be in Miami "working" while poor Avery and I were home in our jammies coughing and throwing up. I just wanted him to have a visual of our day as he was on a sunny golf course living it up.

It was a rough week. But he is home now, and we are on the mend!

I was hoping to get lots of things (messy, annoying, disruptive projects) done while he was gone and not a single one of them got done.

But despite feeling pretty terrible I was also a little bored so I pulled out some felt and made this little Matryoshka Doll ornament for Avery.

I quite like her.

And I thought you might like to make her too. Come back tomorrow and I'll have the pattern and directions for you.

Merry Christmas!

Windfall

2010-11-06T21:44:00.005-06:00

With lots of our dollars going towards our house remodel these days, its hard to splurge on maybe-less-than-practical purchases, without feeling guilty. But that is what is so fun about my little Etsy shop! Though it doesn't make very much money, its my little guilt-free internet shopping fun-fund.

Here are a few things I have gotten lately that I am really excited about:

Christmas Stockings for our family.
I have to say, I am so excited about these! I really wanted some white cable knit stockings but didn't know if I'd find any that were exactly like I was imagining. I did though...and when they arrived (on a snowy fall day) they were even better than they looked online. They are big and snuggly soft. I love them!

The Lower Lights
We got the album, which Avery LOVES (we do too...you will too). She dances around in circles while it plays and cleverly figured out by pushing random buttons how to get it back to her favorite song.

And
tickets to their upcoming concert, which were a steal and we get to bring the little one for free! Can't wait.

Also:

Bulk Vanilla Beans

Clover Bias Tape Maker

Double Welt Cording Foot

I have big project plans for all these little treasures. I can't wait to show you!

Well except for the stockings...no projects planned for those. Although I have to admit, since we have a baby due a few days before Christmas, there is a pretty good chance we'll end up curling him up in one for a photo. I know its cheesy but I am afraid I won't be able to resist!

What would you buy with a little Paypal fun money?

Sick Week

2010-11-04T16:42:00.002-06:00

All plans have been canceled. This is what our day looks like:

Pukey clothes (but so thankful to have a sink finally to rinse them in!)

Since I can't have Nyquil...mint tea will have to do.

My nose is raw.

"Teddy Dog", rubs on the back ("do it again mom!") and hair, watching the "kid show" (Kate plus 8...which I cannot stand but Avery is obsessed with...poor kid needs some siblings) over and over, talking on the phone with daddy, and lots of snuggle me's since she can't have any Nyquil either.

Not a Total Loss

2010-10-27T14:21:00.003-06:00

Isn't this a darling bride!

She sent me a cute note last year when I entered my dress design for the shabby apple contest and asked if it would be OK if she used the design as the inspiration for her wedding dress. Of course I said YES!

And then this year when I re-entered the dress, she sent me photos of her in the actual dress inspired by mine, and the big day. I was tickled to say the least.

Aren't they just adorable?

The funny thing is that I have no idea where she is from (she speaks English but I have no clue what language is on the photos...which makes me feel fairly ignorant...$1 to anyone who can tell me!) or even her name! But I am just thrilled that I got to contribute just a tiny bit to her special day.

And you know... Newly-wed blissful love looks the same in any language.

And even if Shabby Apple doesn't love my dress...somebody did.

Don't you want to put on your wedding dress and twirl around for photos now?

I do...

So...I spoiled the Smock

2010-10-21T12:10:00.005-06:00

So do you ever get an idea in your head that you are just sure will work out beautifully? Yeah me too.

I've mentioned that I love using ripstop nylon to make the "Mustn't Spoil Your Frock Smock", but I was trying to come up with a way to jazz it up a bit since it comes mostly in solid colors.

So...I thought creating designs using fabric paint and food as stamps would be perfect! I mean it is a bib after all. Oh I thought I was clever!

So I cut up all my veggies, and admired their pretty shapes.

Then dipped them in paint and tested them out on a piece of paper first.

And they looked...exactly like mustard stains.
Just messy ugly mustard stains. (They looked even worse on the actual fabric).

Oh well... a plain white smock it is, I decided.

And then, my darling little helper (who I really try to get involved in these sorts of projects) who had busied herself with a pair of fabric scissors, announced with a certain amount of pride, "Look mom...I did a patter-en!" And held up her handy work.

She'd sliced clean through the pocket of the smock I'd just sewn!

Argh...
you win some-- you lose some.

Smock=Spoiled.

Autumn Walk

2010-10-18T23:35:00.005-06:00

We set out the back door and my curious girl led the way....
off to explore the world.

A beautiful day for a walk.

Dress Design for Shabby Apple

2010-10-15T17:10:00.003-06:00

Dress design for Shabby Apple dresses

Well...Shabby Apple is having their "Dare to Design" competition again this year,

and you know what...
I am resubmitting my entry form last year. Not because I am lazy, but because I really love the dress I made. Maybe they will too this time around?

A little note about the dress...this is a half sized mock up of the actual dress so its unfinished obviously. The slip needs to be pulled up a tad and it needs a zipper and to be hemmed-- and the sewing is far from perfect...but you get the idea. Right?

I love dresses.

I would probably wear one everyday if my obnoxiously long torso didn't prevent them from ever fitting me correctly. I am so inspired watching Mad Man, which takes place in the late 50's and early 60's, and what I love is that women wore dresses that were perfectly tailored and detailed, instead of sloppy knits all the time. I truly watch the show just for the wardrobe. I wish we still dressed that way.

I designed my perfect dress, inspired by Mad Man:

The "Betty Draper Dress"

Here is what my dress design for Shabby Apple Dresses includes:

A pleated bodice that provides substantial structure to help coax a tummy into a more lovely shape, with pleats that open into a ruffle of sorts which nicely frames a delicate feminine collarbone.

Flattering elbow length sleeves--perfect for any season.

Generous pockets, because I firmly believe that all dresses should have pockets! Don't you?

Lovely hour-glass shape with its gathered skirt easing up on the gathers as it approaches the hips in order to provide just the right amount of fullness becoming on a woman's figure.

Full skirt hits just below the knee, and sports a peek-a-boo of colorful lace at the under-skirt slip lining.

Is made of stretch cotton poplin, so it's cool and breathable, and comfortable.

Its structure is one of form, with seams strategically placed to fit oh so well.

Is simple enough in its detailing to provide ample accessorizing opportunities...like a vintage broach perhaps.

(So... I didn't quite get a zipper put in....its not the easiest thing to do on a half-sized form...use your imagination.)

And even if I don't win, I might make one in several colors for myself anyway.

Wouldn't this color combination be nice for Spring?

Ohh...with these heels:
I bought them by the way...and even if I'm not considered again, I am really going to make this dress...after the baby bump is gone of course.

What would your perfect dress look like?

The Very Best Kind of News

2010-10-12T13:03:00.005-06:00

(these are actually of Avery...around 33 weeks...not 19 like it says)

We had some happy news today. And what good is happy news if you don't share it?

At my 20 week ultrasound we found out that our baby boy had slightly enlarged kidneys, which could have meant a whole multitude of things...ranging from pretty insignificant to fairly devastating. Unfortunately, it was one of those wait and see kind of situations. So we mostly kept the news to ourselves...no sense in worrying everyone since there was nothing to be done about it anyway.

Today I am 30 weeks pregnant and we had a followup ultrasound to recheck his kidneys and we were so happy to find that they are now within the normal range and won't need any further worry.

Phew.

I think every expectant family wishes for nothing more than all signs pointing to a healthy thriving baby, but I was particularly relieved about this news. In my days as a NICU nurse I had plenty of firsthand experience with the kinds of things our little guy might have to go through (best case--unpleasant testing, worse case-- surgery and lots of other no fun sorts of things, worst case--well we won't go there) after his birth. But it looks like we have been able to dodge all of that.

And we are so grateful.

A healthy baby is such a miracle indeed. And of course you can't anticipate every kind of problem that might arise with an ultrasound, but we are sure happy for this good news today.

The upside of having another ultrasound this late in pregnacy is that we got to have a great look at his cute little chubby cheeks and other parts. I wish I could show them, but we didn't get an electronic copy. I couldn't believe what a detailed and realistic look we got. And how much he looks just like Avery! It's amazing that we were able to see that in an ultrasound. Otherwise, he is growing well...has plenty of amniotic fluid and looks right on track for his age (about 3.5 lbs!).

The ultrasound tech spent an extra long time showing us his face, I am certain because she was so entertained by Avery's reaction. "Oh look! There he is! He's so cute...Look the orange baby (the 4d ultrasound they do looks kind of orange for some reason), oh I see his tiny hands." It was such a fun moment for us all. He really looks like our baby. I remember when Avery was born just having the feeling that I recognized her immediately. I felt like that today too.

We can't wait to meet him.

I hope this day finds you and all of your babies safe and well!

love danielle

Capelet...Sneak Peek

2010-10-11T09:24:00.005-06:00

I know I've mentioned that my smock pattern is going to appear in the upcoming "Fabric Extravaganza: One Yard Wonders", but I thought I'd share a little sneak peek of the other pattern of mine that will also be included. Its for a little self-lined toddler capelet, and it just screams brisk fall day to me (which is also what the newly crunchy leaves in my yard are screaming!). I just love the kind of old fashioned charm of clothes like this. I meant to make a little hat of some kind to go along with it...and maybe a hand muff, but oh-- the projects I never get around to.

This book will be kind of like the first book...projects featuring one yard of fabric, but this time with a focus on slightly more advanced projects that utilize a more diverse range of fabrics.

I made this one (this summer while seriously battling pregnancy nausea!) using the fabric that the girls doing the book sent me. Its a buttery soft wool plaid, and drapes just beautifully. It also provided quite the exercise in matching plaids...inside and out!

I have to admit, I was more than a little sad sending it off in the mail.

Little Avery looked quite darling in it, but I have to say that the chances of me getting my act together enough to make her another one in a timely fashion are quite slim.

Look for the book sometime this next summer.

Or if there is any interest I might try to release the pattern in my etsy shop before then?

Happy Monday

Babies

2010-10-10T23:36:00.002-06:00

Sigh...

I can hardly believe I took this 2 whole years ago.

I was just looking through some old photos tonight and I wish I could explain all my thoughts and feelings about being a mom, and my baby girl, and my baby boy who we get to meet so soon!

but I just can't.

Life is so good.

And I sure love my babies.

Christmas Yarn Decorations

2010-10-05T00:00:00.000-06:00

There are so many forms available to wrap yarn around! I found these cones right next to the foam balls at the craft store. I may just make a whole forest of these as a centerpiece?

And since you'll certainly have a few yards of yarn leftover, why not tie up a few Christmas gifts? (Yes! I am already thinking about how I want to wrap Christmas presents...its the funnest part!) Spray starch a doily and tuck it in for some added frill.

And the best part is... yarn+glue= fun for little hands.

Are you dreaming of Christmas yet?

Prudent Baby Guest

2010-10-04T08:12:00.003-06:00

Oooh. I almost forgot to mention, I am guest posting at Prudent Baby Today! You've seen my tutorial before, but click on over and you could win some pretty Alexander Henry fabric. Yum.

Christmas Yarn Ornaments

2010-10-03T23:00:00.001-06:00

Um...I realize it's just the beginning of October, but we happen to have a baby due to arrive just 4 days before Christmas this year so I am trying to get a little jump-start on Christmas activities. I mean...it's true that I have about 5,000 things that are probably a little more pressing than Christmas crafts, but sometimes you just need to play with yarn.

I love yarn! Problem is I am not great at crocheting and even worse knitting. But since we've been doing this house remodel I have been envisioning our December with snow on the ground, and our little family warm inside with with nubby, fuzzy, soft yarn sprinkled here and there.

Fingers crossed our fireplace is finished by then!

For now, here is a yarn wrapped Christmas ornament that I made. I realized last year that with a curious 2-year-old running around, anything on the bottom 3 feet of the tree better be indestructible and safe for little hands. These fuzzy yarn ornaments are perfect! Avery is already toting them around the house.

To make, you will need: yarn (any kind will do, but thicker yarn will make for quicker work), foam balls (or if you have some old ornaments you're not so fond of anymore, you could easily re-purpose them instead), tacky glue, wire ornament hangers (2 for each ball you make), and scissors.

Take one wire ornament hanger, straighten it, and then bend it into a "v" shape

Next, push it into the foam ball and cover the top half-ish of the ball with glue (don't be shy with the glue), making sure to glue around wire.

Place the end of the yarn in between the wire.

Then start wrapping around the wire.

...and keep wrapping, ensuring the yarn is adhering to the glue (Don't worry if a little glue seeps through...it will dry clear),

until you get about halfway down.

Then flip 'er upside down and holding the wire, and cover the rest of the ball with glue,

and keep wrapping!

When you get near the end, cut your yarn leaving a little tail, and then poke the tail straight down into the glue so that end of yarn is secure.

That's it! Use your other ornament hook to hang from the tree.

And once you start wrapping yarn around things it might be hard to stop...
it was for me.

More yarn ideas tomorrow!

Smock Pattern Review: Katy

2010-09-27T13:37:00.004-06:00

I couldn't be more thrilled about this latest smock review.
It's from Katy Dill of No Big Dill. Katy is a seamstress extraordinaire, and is always whipping up some clever original design for her, or one of her 5 darling daughters and share's her ideas, and great tutorials. (Seriously, there are at least five things she's done lately that I am filing away to try later!)

She is currently celebrating September sewing month, and has included my smock in the festivities. Hooray!
And,

we are giving away 3 patterns on her blog .

Here is little Clover enjoying her new smock. (Could that name be any cuter? Could that face be any cuter?)

click on over and check it out! She has several other giveaways going on right now... so go! You're going to want to bookmark her I promise.

Thanks Katy!

under construction

2010-09-24T17:10:00.001-06:00

please excuse the design mess...