Busy

Scotty is so busy.  I love this picture of him, exactly because it is so him. 

He's starting to have so many of his very own interests.  He called me yesterday from my mom's and told me to "come over right away" because he was getting Grandma's "birthday party ready" (she was born in September) and when I asked him if he was making her cake or cookies he replied, "I'm making shrimp."

I see.

So let's just pull back a little and see what he has in the hopper.  This looks just about right!  Legos and the castle and his "picnic" (always!) are his constant companions.  Shoes, kicked off immediately upon entering the house, the car, the restaurant (ahem) and any other time you turn your back for 10 seconds.

(I had to laugh when our friend and neighbor, Lior, invited us to come by one rainy, cold night, a few weeks ago and, when I arrived, he pointed to my barefeet and said, "Now, now we know where he gets it!")

Throw pillows destroyed, check.  Kitty companion, check.  And then there are those papers, and these are definitely a new (and oh so sweet!) development.  Scotty has recently started drawing.  His baby-scribbles have (suddenly!) bloomed into the cutest little 'potato head' drawings!  He draws his entire family (we are usually engaged in a space battle of epic proportions) as large, wobbly heads, with a minimum of two arms and four legs growing as straight sticks from various aspects of the heads.  No bodies, no thank you, but two dots for eyes and an ever-present-smile make the family resemblance unmistakable.

I have a stack of these, and I can't get enough of them!

The Beginning

The sunshine finally came this week, and not a moment too soon.  That's what I say.  Last weekend, it was sunny on Saturday but bitter cold in the wind.  (Look at me, acting like I live in Green Bay...But it was!  It was cold!)

But then Sunday came and it was glorious.  I went out back and did lots of work, interspersed of course with lots of lounging about.

I had shared this scary sight a few weeks ago, when I was taking inventory of what had happened to the backyard over the winter.

And after a few short hours I had stairs again!  And a raise patio again!  And an overflowing green bin again! 

I mixed in bird watching (and listening!) and tiny white butterflies flitted around me and the yard.  And I saw a unicorn, too!  And there was glitter, everywhere! 

The hill, though...that's for another day.

Besides, the tall grass on the hill serves a purpose.  Where's Scotty?!?

There he is!!!



I checked the 10-day weather report...there's more where this came from!  And it all coincides with the clock changes and suddenly...suddenly, life is so so so good. 

Gifted

I'm not sure you're going to believe this, but...the most ridiculous thing happened to me!  To start at the beginning, my dear bloggy-friend Linda is somebody I "met" years ago when we were both writing about running and sneaking in other stories about our charmed and over-filled lives.  Linda, who lives on a working cattle ranch in Canada, is (minus the snow! thanks, but no thanks!) living my dream life.  She is crafty and creative, saucy and spectacular, and I visit her corner of the world every chance I get because it always involves herding dogs and horses, and what could possibly be wrong with that, I ask you? 

She was celebrating her 500th post, and hosted a generous give away that, can you see it coming?  I won.  Seriously!!!  Now, if you've been reading this blog you will note, with a raised eyebrow and tongue cluck no doubt, that this is a familiar scene.  I've also won fabric from the ultra-talented Rose Hip (Beatta).  I've also won a box of goodies from dear Daisy Cottage (Kim).   I've said it before and I'll say it again, I am a seriously lucky chick.  Seriously grateful chick, I should add!


Being able to count Linda in my circle of virtual friends has always been it's very own prize, so a $50 gift certificate to Amazon.com is truly icing on a sweet cake.  (People, let's face it.  A cupcake.  I love cupcakes!)

I use Erik's Amazon account, so I don't have my own Wish List queued up (Erik suggested I just pick the top three off of his Wish List.  Ahem.  No.)  but no worries.  There's never a shortage of things I absolutely cannot live without and nothing makes them more pleasing than finding them on my porch when I get home from work!  Just last week, we got a box of books for Tommy and an air popcorn popper from Amazon.  I won't be doing anything nearly that practical with my surprise gift, and I'm getting very close to making a decision.  Of course I'll keep you posted!

In the meantime, if you have anything like 50 seconds to spare, I can highly recommend this short video clip of my family, meeting the popper.  We are not wordly folks, I promise you.  :)

Early to Rise

Can you see Scotty in this picture?  The sun (sun!) was streaming in through the mostly glass backdoor, and I caught a picture of it because it made me so happy.  It wasn't until I downloaded it off my camera that I got extra extra happy, though!  That little silhouette in the back of the counter stool made my morning.

This early morning picture reminds me that I used to be a total night owl.  I still am, truth told.  I have always had my best energy late in the night....it's never been unusual for me to get that second-wind and start in on a pile of laundry or a major project after midnight.  I get caught up in a book or some yarn and, next thing you know, it's 3 in the morning.  

I can't remember when it happened , but I started getting up early.  I believe it was last summer, when the bedtimes got later and I was home with the boys for our school break.  I just loved the quietness in the morning...it was often the only "quiet" that I could catch all day!  And it kind of became a habit.  (It's a very fragile habit, as I previously mentioned, it's not my natural clock!)   I even bake in the morning, before going to work.  I love to bake (this is pumpkin bread in the back row and banana (one row with nuts, one row without) up front) and my friend Perrin told me recently that I should take advantage of my willingness to start baking at 5 am by going to work at a bakery.  He thinks I'm odd, but he also receives several loaves each and every time I bake, so he keeps it to himself...most of the time. 

And even though I get my craft on whenever, I especially love to crochet before the rest of the house wakes up.   Just a silent companionship with the kitty laying across my feet.

Other times, I'll get right to work (my favorite up-and-at-'em trick?  tie on an apron!  it always makes me productive) cleaning the kitchen, hanging a load of laundry on the line, or, it's coming...making pancakes!

And, in the morning, is usually when I blog.  I'll go through pictures of the last couple of days, and I'll think about which pieces I want to remember right now, to help me get ready for this new day.  Not ever day is good...some days are downright crappy.  But every morning, when it's still quiet and my family is still sleeping, I have the chance to say today will be a great day.  And I remind myself of that by finding whatever was good (come on, no whammy!)  from yesterday and writing about it for just a minute each morning.

So, last week, during the week-that-would-not-end, it was unusual that I found myself stripped of my quiet time.  It seemed that no matter how early I got up, or how late I went to bed, there was always somebody (ahem) right under my feet, or wriggling their toes into my leg to warm up, or "helping" me.  Keeping me "company".    The first couple of days, it kind of bugged me.  I was totally off my rhythm, and the interruptions were tiresome.  But then, it kind of became my new rhythm, and now, sitting here this morning in a completely quiet house, tapping these words out on the keyboard, I kind of feel like going back there and waking somebody up.  To keep me company.

Well, Then.

This last week has been the usual whirlwind that constitutes my life, and we can add to it a laptop that needed serious attention to be brought back from the brink of death, opening day for Little League, and three seriously time consuming consulting jobs, and well....then.

Here we are.  And here we love to be!

While we were away, Scotty had an adorable pre-school performance.  They sang a song about friendship and "It's A Small World".  He really belted it out, too!  Then they came up to the front and told everyone about what makes a friend so special.  Scotty said that friends sit nice during circle time.  What a suck up!  I happen to know for a fact that he's a fool during circle time.  I don't care.  Look!  He loves me!

In fact, I'm going to have to talk to him about sitting down with Tommy and explaining to him just exactly how to sucker a mommy.  Because, during the first game, Tommy was so serious he hardly even knew we were there!

Look at the face.  It was a pretty emotional day, actually.  He was crying at one point.  (There's no crying in baseball!!!)  But he was so upset that he didn't get a hit, and he was up at bat two whole times, and nothing!  So we had the batting average talk (again) and then I told him that his team had 24 at bats, and exactly one hit.  They won, but the first half of the first "official" kid-pitch Little League game?  Kind of brutal, dude.











I also just finished making the CUTEST thing(s) (if I do say so myself :0) but I can't share until I finish the rest of the top secret (that also happens to be an exceedingly late) project.  But for today, here I am, dipping a toe in and saying hi and dreaming of a beautiful spring week.  I'll take 7 more days, just like yesterday, pleaseandthankyou.  Here's to a dreamy week for all of us, in fact!

Letters and Numbers

After the bathroom construction, I woke up to find these letters perched above the new bathroom door:

That's...unfortunate.  It's better now:

Last night Tommy set up a game night ("I feel really good inside right now," he announced during yahtzee.  Could you die?) and it was so fun!  It's pretty challenging to have any kind of game with both Scotty and Tommy at the same time.

Part of the issue is the age difference.  Tommy is five years older than Scotty, and he can legitimately play lots of board games, keep his own score, and understand rules.  Scotty...cannot.  Not only that, but Scotty is a punk.  Honestly, he's so competitive!  And what a poor sport!  That kid can't stand to lose. 

It's funny, Tommy was never like that.  He's always been so sweet.  Even as a toddler, the typically obnoxious ego-centric stage, he was always the best sharer.  Look, Scotty is also sweet, don't get me wrong, but he just cares  about winning so much!  When Tommy was little, I used to always let him win everything.  Erik never did.  He taught him to play chess when he was four years old, and they've always played video games together.  Whatever they do, he may pull back a little, but he never 'lets' him win.  It wasn't long before Tommy was legitimately pwning him on Mario Cart and he's a pretty outstanding chess player, too.  I've always thought that Erik's gaming philosophy (encouraging, but not condescending) helped to create Tommy's balanced attitude towards playing, winning, and losing.

But now that I've met Scotty, I have to believe some of that is just hard-wired.  He's exhausting!  And 'game night' was no different.  OH DEAR.  It took us a while to find a rhythm that worked, but in the end, Erik, Tommy and I played a round of the dice game, and Scotty "recorded" scores on a scratch sheet of paper.  "That's 12 on the fours," I'd tell him, scooping up the dice and passing the cup to Tommy.  "Got it!" Scotty would report, while carefully scribing sweet little scribbles inside a random box on the scoring page. 

Good times. 

Things I have not done:

• Charged my camera battery
• Downloaded video and photos from the memory card
• The dishes
• The laundry
• Seen my cousin in her play!  (I had wanted to sneak down yesterday for her final matinee performance, but, sigh, life does get in the way, sometimes.)

Things I have done:

• Went with my mom to visit Mimi
• Weeded the front yard
• Planted the first of the veggies ~ fingers crossed I'm not too early!  (I was so late last year, I fear I may be overcompensating...)
• Baseball practice!
• Finished putting away everything that was displaced from the bathroom construction.  

And things I'm currently doing:

• Worrying sick about Mimi.  After our brief (but oh-so-wonderful) overnight stay, I left with a heavy but singing heart.  I love that woman.  I thought I might head up there to keep my mom company, but you know, when I got there I realized...I went to see her for me, too.  But I feel burdened, too, by her cancer.  It takes her breath and fills her lungs and she's back in the hospital yesterday with pneumonia and the MRI shows spots on her other lung and it's such a roller coaster of hope and despair that I hardly know what to do with myself.  I'll sit tight (oh, life, it goes on) while I wait to hear from my mom, who is going up today and staying for a few days, but I feel my nerves on the edge.  I am up before 5 am every morning, and I find myself lost in thought, deep in a project, trying to keep my mind from wandering.

Hmmmm....not the most auspicious start to the week.  I'll do better.