Friday, December 4, 2009

Jack




My boys do have a tendency to appreciate art; I do not push this on them. Duncan had come home excited about the reflections contest at school and voiced his interest in entering. I helped fill out the papers and get him the supplies. He painted a great picture depicting how he thinks summer is beautiful. He was happy and received a blue ribbon for participating. That's what I have received in the past way back in elementary school. Then there's Jack. He never said a word. He drew a picture and his teacher filled the paper work out. I had no idea. He won first place in his school and has moved on to the district level for depicting himself about to eat macaroni. I have yet to see the picture, but I am very curious. We are very proud of both our boys! Great talent, I'll have to post each picture once we get Jack's back (hopefully we do).

Yesterday was Jared's birthday and we took him (thanks to Make-A-Wish) to the Capitol Theater to see the Nutcracker. Our whole family went. It got rather warm and Jared couldn't help but doze off a few times. Ruby missed both naps, but did rather well considering. Right when I thought I'd have to stand up and take her out, she passed out in my arms. Santa made an appearance and handed out candy canes. Lindsay wanted to get closer to talk to him, but got nervous. Santa told her she'd gotten much bigger since last year. She shook his hand and surprised me.

Today Duncan got himself to school... well, on the bus at least. I had to take the girls to my sisters (thank you!) and take Jack for his six month check up and echo. What a long day. Jared had to work. I've been overly stressed for ... oh EVER. But that's beside the point. I felt like this wouldn't be the typical all clear, see you in six visit. I tried to pass it off as me being more pessimistic and tried to be more positive. Turns out it wasn't doom and gloom, but it's not all clear either. Jack's EEG had intervals they weren't too thrilled with where an ending beat trailed off. The Cardiologist said that in a normal healthy heart it wouldn't be a problem, but in Jack's heart he wants a better idea of how often this is occurring. So, he will be wearing a halter monitor. They would have put it on in the office, but they were all checked out, so they are mailing it too me and I have to put it on, somehow have him keep it on, turn it back in yada yada... Then there was the echo. Jack's third and last repair surgery is called the Fontan. With that they place a gortex tube in the heart that allows the left ventricle of the heart to take over all the hearts responsibilities sending blood throughout the entire body as well as the lungs. they place a small hole in it called a fenestration to keep the pressure from building too great. Right next to that hole in the gortex they can't get a good enough look at with the echo and believe they may be seeing a shadow, which could be a clot. If it is a clot and that clot dislodges it would travel quickly through his heart and straight up to his brain, causing a stroke. These are just IF's and could be's so we are treating them as such. No need to worry. The next plan of action is next Thursday he will be getting another echo called a TEE or transesophageal echocardiogram he will be sedated and they will take the echo down inside is throat to get the better pictures of the fenestration (hole). I'll keep eveyone posted here, for I have explained it many times already and have a few more to go. It's times like these that I get tricked into thinking I could give some sort of educated lecture on quite a few medical things without having gone to medical school. But I know that there are far FAR more complications and medical terms and such out there than I ever care to even know about.

Sorry to have given the near novel version of events, probably more for my benefit really... but thanks for caring and being there in a way for me if you did bother to read.

Friday, October 23, 2009

And the Plant Lives On...


I have many relatives whom have mighty GREEN thumbs. I had always hoped that I could nurture and flourish those same talents. I admire and respect those that do. I was excited being a first time home owner (three years ago!) to begin growing my own garden. I hadn’t anticipated the high cost to begin from scratch on land that has been left to the WEEDS for years. I figured that being patient enough to get into the home was enough and I could begin and have a garden in a year. That proved for me to be na├»ve.

Also a goal for a young family of ours, I had found it necessary to find a creature to fill the place of family pet (Miko has been with us for nearly two years.) She took over the back yard eating everything; EVERYTHING… She has consumed a wood chair, many plastic toys, bike handle bars, and a grill cover, not to forget all my potted plants (goodbye garden).

But I must take you back to the beginning… at least to where the point leys with this tale. Years back, approximately 8 years; my Eldest sister Kristi (one with a green thumb) gave me a 3” potted plant much like, or in the same family of a aloe vera. She must have known that I would most probably kill this poor little plant. I don’t remember to water things of that sort. At the time we were living in the basement of my parents home. The plant resided in the bathroom near the window. Probably its only saving grace. The plant got abused. Sometimes it got watered.

The plant somehow made it through one straight year of no water, other than maybe steam from a shower. It did shrivel up, it grew bare stocks and dropped shriveled up leaves easily. I figured I would throw it out when we moved. But it came to our home. The plant somehow lived on.

I felt bad for the plant and began to regularly water it. That’s when it surprised me with how resilient it really was. I transplanted it into a bigger pot. The kids pulled leaves off. One dropped and started to take root. That’s when I found that I could cut the plant and shove it into the dirt and it would take root and grow. Taking care of the bare stalks and filling in leaves. I was excited to see how nice this indoor plant would look, when some care was given. It somehow gave me some hope that I didn’t have a black thumb of death (at least not completely).

Most recently I thought the plant that is half way to a great recovery, had taken a swift kick to deaths door, when my daughter Lindsay decided that she’d try and “help” watering it with at least a ¼ cup of straight up vinegar. One of the stalks leaves drooped the past two days, but I’ve continued to water it to see what will happen. This plant just keeps living on!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Funny...


I did come across a funny blog site. A few years back the Heinhold twins introduced me to Cake Central, I highly recommend that site for cake lovers. I think this is a great counter balance to that site. They show great cakes as well as funny disasters.

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

A Cake Wreck is any cake that is unintentionally sad, silly, creepy, inappropriate - you name it. A Wreck is not necessarily a poorly-made cake; it's simply one I find funny, for any of a number of reasons. Anyone who has ever smeared frosting on a baked good has made a Wreck at one time or another, so I'm not here to vilify decorators: Cake Wrecks is just about finding the funny in unexpected, sugar-filled places.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Wrinkle in Time...

Despite the fact that I was awake for the day this morning at 5:45AM; I was running behind and became late for nearly everything! How is that even possible? I suppose at the moment I'm wasting time by writing this now. I had to leave and come back to it a few times though.

May be I was abducted by aliens?

Anyway time has escaped me and I haven't had the time to even blog lately. I have a fog that has lingered since my Mom passed. I have a returned Christmas tree still sitting at my front door. I have Easter remnants throughout the house that were never put away. We decorated for summer and July sort of. I'm getting a modge podge of holiday decorations strewn about and I'm tired of the clutter. I have Halloween houses and cute decorations, but haven't been able to bring myself to get them out. My Mom was huge into holidays and decorating. I just need to at least get focused and CLEAN!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

and more...





more pictures...





Ambrosia






I like the sound of the word Ambrosia. I named a stray cat that occasionally wandered into my apartment in Corning; because it had many colors to its fur. It reluctantly was given to a farm family, no, it didn't die, it actually went to a farm. My fish however wasn't as lucky. But that's another story all together.

I am having bouts of insomnia again. Well, this time it doesn't help that I have been sick in bed for the past three days. I've also experienced a relentless three day migraine, which I wouldn't recommend either. The whole family has done a round robin of illness and I've had to try to be the MOM and do the drill, open the windows clean out the house. So much harder when your sick as well. Jared has been a huge help to us all.

I wanted to post Duncan's Birthday, he turned 8! We had our big family campout... Jack came home sick and well, here we are. I'm still not sure when Duncan will be getting baptized, we need to talk to the bishop. But he is excited and he is loving scouts!

The kids are gearing up for school and becoming quite anxious. The boys will get there hair cuts (all of them) later today. Lindsay has been asking daily when she'll start school. I signed her up for head start but we won't hear if they've accepted her in for a few more days yet.

I had such a modge podge of information to cram in to one blog post and even more pictures if it will allow... that I thought it only appropriate to name this blog Ambrosia.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Nine years ago today...






Thinking back nine years I do tend to be ever more the pessimist, yet I would still choose Jared and I believe he'd still pick me. We've had a good share of trials and tribulations. Also some huge miracles and blessings that we were privileged to share with one another.
As far as the day of our wedding nine years ago, I was happy with the photographer we found. I had my dress custom made. We were rather casual, less formal. The only thing I would have done differently; I would have made up a list for everyone involved that day and handed out more instructions. So I wouldn't have been left alone at my parents home getting myself ready with no one to watch that I didn't leave important documents behind to catch up to the wedding party and hold up the whole day of marriages at the Salt Lake Temple, while thanks to my brother in law making the mad dash back to the house to get said documents. Talk about tension. We had a beautiful reception in my parents back yard, surrounded by great friends and family. We thank everyone who has supported us and given us your love and help, though prayer, thoughts, letters, and more. We haven't hit our milestone 10 yet, but hopefully with each passing year we can continue to get to know each other better and have more amazing miracles and blessings. As far as the dreaded trials and tribulations, I just don't want to venture what more there is... I'm just comforted that we chose wisely in one another and together we'll support each other and make it through them one at a time.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Happy Fourth!

I didn't pull my camera out for the day. But we had fun. I asked Duncan in the morning if he knew what day it was. Upon telling him it was the fourth of July, he moaned, "Awh man! The Gold rush buying spree is OVER!" long pause, if you don't watch much TV, it's a commercial and unfortunately we watch too much TV. I then had to explain how it was the nations Birthday. Luckily he was interested in the information even if we didn't have any gold jewelry to turn in.

Jared had to work, so I let the kids play and watch TV. I made some fun snacks. Jared brought home some small fireworks. We cleaned the back yard together as a family and had fun letting off fireworks. We decided to let the kids stay up late and we drove over to the high school to watch the big fireworks. We got to see all but the grand finale. Lindsay had to go to the bathroom and Duncan wasn't feeling well. We ended up going home. But the fireworks were long and the kids were very tired. They normally go to bed at 7:30pm asleep normally by 8pm. After a little sleep-in the next day they raved about fireworks and wanted to know when they'd get to see more.

Friday, June 19, 2009

additional pictures...




Feeling Patriotic






So much to catch up on and not enough time... Take a deep breath, and GO:
Grandma Suzie came for a visit and stayed with us for a few days. The kids were very excited for a house guest and grateful for the trip to the park. Thank you for mowing our front lawn too!
I've been busy with my etsy shop and working on custom projects. I'm currently working on making a marionette puppet and a large turtle with a plastic see-through bottom to hold stuffed animals. I just finished custom clay cookie cutters and 90 pocket folds for wedding invites.
We hope to get the kids enrolled in swimming this next round.
The picture I posted of Lindsay with her pillow of Foofa from "Yo Gabba gabba" is yet another request she made for me. I think she gets jealous of all the crafting when it's not for her.
Jack is fasinated by fruit stickers and has begun keeping them on my crockpot... and sister as posted.
We were able to go see the Thunderbirds practice through Make-A-Wish, up at HAFB. We had alot of fun, I only wish I had remembered ear plugs. I hadn't been to the air show since I was 11 or 12? Jared took Duncan with Zach and Jacob years ago... Ruby did much better than I feared. She didn't mind the loud screams of the jets. She even took a nap! It was the last two fly by's that did her in and she began to cry as we left. Duncan got interviewed by a reporter and had his picture taken next to one of the Thunderbird pilots. He even autographed a picture card for Duncan that was in a booklet they'd given us. It made the paper in the Standard Examiner. The boys had waited over 30 minutes to go into the cockpit of... a huge plane, no I don't remember what it was called. Just that it was huge and they had the ramp open in the rear and I wheeled the girls inside on the stroller to see what was taking the boys so long. Duncan had jumped into the pilots seat unexpectedly and they warned him not to touch anything, the engines were still running. Apparently they were not ready for us.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Bad news...

Last night I got a call about my Mom's sister, my aunt Debbie. She is going through probably her most difficult trial in life. She has a very serious blood disease and has been given one to three months to live. She'd been given a blood transfusion, but her body was already rejecting it. While this new sad news sets in, I will be thinking of her and reflecting on the time I have had to know this great lady.

Friday, May 8, 2009

What a difference a week makes...



Lindsay is healing quite well. Still hoping for no scaring. Her face is clean, she just has dumb things called moluscum or something like that. It makes me think of face barnicales. They supposedly go away on there own anywhere from 6 months to 2 years. It's been so long, I wouldn't be surprised if we fall in the 2 year category! At least I could pull together a family portrait and feel a little better about it.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Hopefully no physical scar will occur...




The other day I made an unscheduled quick trip to bountiful. Lindsays face met pavement riding a plastic Dora trike, it tried to run away from her and bucked her off quickly and forcefully. Accidents happen, I just hope this one isn't permanent. We're putting neosporin creme on three times a day and I'm thinking about trying Mederma.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Medical

I have enough material and information on all the medical things I've gone through with my family to write a book. But who would read such a book? I'm a bit pessimistic on my ability to create a book that would put a more positive spin on our trials. Any how, with that said it has been a busy medical week for us.
First Ruby had her 6 month well child check up on Monday. She is following much of Duncans milestones. She's in the 95% in height and weight. At least she's not overweight, her height and weight match up. She is a nursing baby and has been held off on starting solids for as long as possible. Last week she had her first taste of rice cereal. We're taking things cautious, with the food allergy's. She had to get three booster shots. But didn't show her discomfort until they were done with the second, by the third she cried... but it was more of a "hey that's not nice!" She abruptly stopped as soon as she began, she is very forgiving.
Tuesday was Duncan. I had no baby sitter and ended up taking the whole crew to Duncans appointment to the Pediatric Surgeon to see if he needed another dilatation. Basically it's an outpatient procedure where they balloon his esophagus to stretch it out. He's been coughing a lot and throwing up again. The kids for the most part did better than expected... we got a compliment from the staff saying my children were really well behaved and polite. I guess I just stress easily. The doctor wanted to get an upper GI on Duncan that same day! I told him I'd be up the next day for Jack, without the whole family, so he agreed to fit him in then.
One less child to baby sit, longer stay... you get the girls, we'll take the boys. Essentially is what my niece Kait was told as plans were changed on Wednesday. Thank goodness Jared had that day off. (thanks for babysitting Kait!) It began as a very early morning for me, for I awoke at 3AM and couldn't get back to sleep. So I made sure everything was together and wasted some time on the computer. (I did the same thing today...) Any way, we got the girls off to Kaitlyn's and at the hospital we figured it would be at same day surgery for Duncan. I believed they were going to sedate him and do a scope of his upper GI. I prepared him for that. It ended up being a swallow study GI, so it was down in radiology. He was more than happy to drink that yucky chalky barium instead of getting an IV placed. Jared had gone back with him while I stayed in the waiting room with Jack. Since we had to get up early and the boys had to fast, we were all fasting. The tech and doctor normally deal with wriggling infants and screaming toddlers. They really got a kick out of Duncan when they asked him if he could swallow another cup of barium he told them, "I could swallow 10 more!" He was hungry.
The study went well, it was over quick. But they couldn't get Jack in any earlier Duncan was 9:45 AM Jack's sedated MRI wasn't until *12 (we thought). They wanted us to check in at 11:30 AM that's what I was told. We couldn't eat because Jack still needed to fast. So we took the boys to Gilgal Garden in SL. We'd had stumbled upon it when we had to park by the back fence while visiting Chuck A Rama when Jack was an infant up at Primary's. We have a picture of the rock heart. It was a fascinating find for us at the time. The boys had never been, so we got Jack's picture taken by the stone heart. I'll have to post one later. We got back promptly at 11:30 the receptionist tried to get them to bump us ahead, she was really nice and felt bad for the time we had to wait. Truthfully I was already prepared for it, so I didn't mind. A nurse came out with a permasmile and told me that we had arrived rather early Jack wasn't scheduled until 1. Maybe it was the fasting aspect of it, but she really grated on my nerves. Luckily I didn't comment and got over it.
Jack was called back and Jared and Duncan went to go eat, while I went back with Jack. He had been emotional himself and had had a few outbursts in the waiting room. One with a strange lady who was willing to hand over her one month old to Jack! Talk about me hyperventilating, that was a whole other story. They had a note posted to only give Jack's IV in his foot. No gas to knock him out or numbing to make it less painful. They claimed they got it on the first shot, but it took a while and they left a lot of Jack's blood on the gurney, so I'm guessing no. They let me go back with him. It was different than what I remembered when he was an infant. Wow those meds kick in quick, Jack was knocked out in a 2 count. He still flinched while they placed the monitor stickers. Normally for anyone they protect your hearing with the little spongy ear plugs. Since Jack is so sensitive they also opted to use both those and a headset to block all sound. They then had a padded cage they placed over Jack to help pinpoint... ah heck, I don't know what it was for. After they had him all situated and were going to begin I went for lunch. All said and done, he was back there from 1 until 4pm. Yes, I said 4. I left Jared at the hospital waiting and took Duncan to go get the girls. When Jack woke up from sedation he was three shades to the wind and really funny. He was saying "Hey I see that over there" as he pointed to what seemed to be nothing. Jared asked him what he saw and he said, "The wall... it's blue... it's HUGE!" His eyes got big and he would tilt his head. Then he told Jared that half of him was blurry and the other half was clear. Then one time he motioned for Jared and when Jared asked him if he needed anything Jack whispered to him, "I can't talk!" He was so out of it and amusing for the rest of the night. It was a very long day.
Today I'm supposed to go in for a follow up appointment myself, but I'm seriously considering canceling it. And that was my medical week.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Update...

I was meaning to post some pics. Time is passing, it doesn't always feel like anyone actually reads this. But it's nice to have a place to sort my thoughts any how. Where to even start. I'm waiting for a few things, all medical. My lab stuff for me, Jack's MRI. Oh, he went in for his 6 month cardiology (more like 9... it was late)he had an ECHO too and did, thankfully really well sitting still for them. Watching Open Season and giggling; for the most part. He did wince and scowl at the tech a few times. When they have to press on some areas and Jack has no padding like Mom to cushion the pressing, i'm sure it hurts some. I asked the tech if they could print a hard copy of Jack's heart since they had once in the past from Jack's request. He wasn't sure how, so he got someone. They didn't have it set up to do so, they felt bad so they copied it all on to a CD. More than I asked for and very nice. I can review his whole ECHO and have, all 50+ pictures. They were meant to be just still shots, but it's the actual whole ECHO. And now that they think they may have found "SOMETHING" I've had even more insomnia. Jack's Cardiologist said it could be a blood clot. It is near the hole they purposely placed in his heart to let the O2 flow through his heart. IF it is a blood clot it could dislodge and go through his heart and up to his brain, causing a stroke. They can give him stronger RX, but would have to go in once a month to have his blood drawn, so as to monitor the levels in his blood. I don't know what else it could possibly be. But instead of speculating, they are going to have an MRI done to get a better look at it. Jacks cardiologist told me he'd asked the specialist if they could get a better look in that area. And had it confirmed. And pressed to me the urgency of it and that I would receive a phone call to set the appointment... This was Friday morning. It's now Tuesday, and they called this morning just to inform me that the specialist has to place his signature on the urgency as to when it will be scheduled and then they'll schedule it. May be within the next few days. They really know how to hurry things along and make you wait! This is rather typical... as long as he's not scheduled three months from now, or that would really stress me out.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

What's in a name...




I've been thinking about this for quite some time now. I have a couple of friends currently expecting and having to think about names. When I was first expecting Duncan, I had researched his name online and it happened to stick. Jared really was hoping for a girl. He'd picked out Lindsay (go figure our first daughters name)Jack of course was named after Jared and his father. I loved the name Elizabeth, and it happened to coincide with Jared's sisters middle name. Then came Ruby. As pictured above. That's my grandma. I didn't know what name to pick for a while and when thinking about character and personality I couldn't help but smile when thinking of my Grandma Ruby. My mom loved to take her to the movies because she always was so openly emotional and brought such energy and life to whatever you'd be watching. One time I went along to see Titanic. You could hear the OOoohs and tisks and everything coming from Grandma. Then upon leaving the theater Grandma turned to me and asked who played the villain. There was a huge display and I pointed and said "Billy Zane" She walked right up to the card board cut out and kicked his name.
Then there was the memory of grandma asking me when I was 14 or 15 are you going dancing tonight? (it was a Friday). No, grandma I don't dance. I replied. She then told me of how she always went dancing when she was young.
Even younger, earlier memory. When my opinion of grandma was (SHE's SO OLD!) I was maybe 10. She saw that my friend and I were trying to play jump rope with one long rope tied to the house. Well that wouldn't do. She joined us. Not just turned the rope, but actually got in on the jumping.
Grandma was never harsh, nor negative. She was joyful and loving. All the things that I think of in my grandma I really hoped for in my daughter. Ironically Ruby has been the most calm and joyful baby thus far. Not that I don't love my other children, I do. But she hasn't been medically stressful, nor has she had some of the loud personality traits of my other children. Maybe grandma's name has more to it than just remembering and hoping. Either way, it's a great name and I'm grateful for both people whom I know in which it represents.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Pretty pretty pleeese Por favor...

Lindsay loves to hound me with favors and loves Dora. So her favorite phrase is "Pretty, pretty please por favor!" She nudges me to make cookies, which I did yesterday. She is currently asking for cupcakes... And wouldn't you know it a Family Circle magazine came in the mail today with lovely spring cupcakes right on the cover! She won't give up until those cupcakes are made.

We're getting over colds here as well. Not too much exciting. I'm anxious for spring cleaning. I want it done and over with. I've sort of started. Ah well, I suppose I shouldn't procrastinate.

I would have been posting more, but I always feel like I'm just complaining. We always have something going on or happening. Forever the tragedy. I am grateful for my family and my friends. I wouldn't be as sane as I am without them. So Thank you.

Lisa

Thursday, February 12, 2009

To sleep or not to sleep

I write this having been up since 4 AM, it is now 5:30 AM and i'm feeling fine. I had a horrible nightmare while Jared was gone with Jack to the sleep study. Totally unrelated to why i'm up.
I'm even more curious as to what the sleep doctor will tell us and what the study will show... Because Jared said that Jack fell asleep quickly and stayed asleep (not usual for him) and from what Jared saw from the monitors before he himself passed out, Jack's O2 levels were actually higher than they've been, I think he said 89, which is nearly normal.
I also wonder if all the behavioral problems we've roller-coastered on with Jack is related to when he had a cold. It all began back when he cracked his head open and had to go to the ER for some stitches. He got a cold and his O2 levels had dropped to 85. It makes me wish I were more trained, so I could self administer some oxygen if needed and not have to constantly wonder if I should travel into the hospital to get there opinion and hope we don't pick up anything while we're there.
Well, id take a cat nap now if I could, but the girls have shifted in my bed having climbed in really early. And now there's no room. Ah well an early start to the day shouldn't hurt. Plus it is Jared's day off (yay!)

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I've been busy with etsy. It's slow going, within one month of having began the business, I've sold three items. I'm working on more projects. Taking care of the kids. I don't know how well I juggle. But feel free to look up my shop to give your options www.darlingstitch.etsy.com
Tonight Jared and Jack will be doing the dreaded sleep study to see if Jacks oxygen levels are dropping when he sleeps. It sure does run in the family. Jared and Duncan have the C-PAP machine to sleep with at night. And now Jared, Duncan, Jack, and Lindsay will have all gone to perform this sleep study. Duncan and Lindsay had there tonsils and adenoids removed to help. I'm wondering if that's what they'll try with Jack. The specialist did say that even if Jack wasn't a heart patient he'd be a candidate for this test because he has an unusually large uvula.
Well, I need to get more accomplished and stop procrastinating... I'm wishing you all good health!

Lisa

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Warning: You may not want to read this...

Fair warning. I don't get many people reading my blog, so this is a good place to release my horrible, rotten, no good morning to. There may be some scarring emotionally if you read on.
I was awoken from slumber this morning at 4:30 am Not as common any more, but occasionally normal for nursing babe. Yet as I took care of my baby, all my "precious" little ones one by one entered my room, wide awake and with no intentions of going back to bed. Then there was the incident. One which I just finished cleaning up. It is now 8:12AM as I write this! I need to purge to forget!
To give an inkling of what I've just endured, I will try to not give nitty gritty details. But so there is an understanding... If you have ever had to brush consistently at that piece of fecal matter that somehow made it onto the porcelain bowl and doesn't seem to be in any hurry to come off. Now Imagine a child, precious child, confessing that they didn't just get up at 4:30 AM but have actually been up since 3:00 AM and had indescribable bathroom issues. Oh, and not in ONE bathroom, but TWO bathrooms. If ever you have seen the movie Daddy Day Care, I now REALLY know how he feels and NO it's not funny any more!!! I had intended on cleaning my bathrooms today, but I did not think I'd be cleaning THAT. Someone somewhere must not have believed my thoughts on "I will clean my bathrooms today" or they just thought it would be funny. PfThthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, to them! Now sadly I cringe when anyone goes into the bathroom now. I don't think I can take much more today. Stupid fog.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

new pics

 
 
 
 


crafting, making cookies, back to church, new glasses and happy swinging baby... not necessarily in that order, but here are some of the most recent things.

I've been working on my new business Darling Stitch e-mail at darlingstitch@live.com website at www.darlingstitch.com blog site for pics and info at darlingstitch.blogspot.com or purchase items online at www.darlingstitch.etsy.com it takes a lot of time, so not everything is to where I would like.

I let Lindsay and Jack paint with good acrylic paints on pressed board, I will have to post those pics too, just thought of it.

Duncan was allowed to pick his own glasses, with some trepidation from his parentals. But Jack purposely lost his pair and broke his back ups because Mom picked them out. We couldn't afford to go through that with Duncan, so that is his "style". They remind me of a modern horned rimmed they've got a good inch thick side. He won't let me cut his hair either, I'll probably win that fight when summer hits.

Ruby has been cute as ever all smiles and loves to play with toys. She is aiming high and trying hard to sit up from a lying down position. We call them mini crunches. She is strong.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Grandma Suzie sent the kids some books, they were very happy. Thank you.



 
 
 
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Saturday, January 3, 2009

tired patience

I get the opportunity to have my patience tested over and over. I'm sure it's because I mastered with ease patience when I was younger. Now that my patience is running thin I must try to master it yet again. Or maybe it's just that I seemed to be patient, because when I was younger I was never truely tested. Either way. I gave in and named my new business. I had intended on gathering opinions and deciding at length after a poll or something. The name is "Darling Stitch" I've reserved the site, we own it www.darlingstitch.com but don't expect anything great, yet. We have plenty of work to get it to look like we want. Not to mention correct. We had the name idea for Craft Darling, but that's been taken. So ignore references to it if you see that. I have to change a lot. I'm sure I will post again to let everyone know to go see it for sure. I'll be listing and selling items on etsy. www.etsy.com I'm not there yet, but go check it out any way, it's a fun site. It's like a ebay for crafters.