Monday, October 12, 2009

jude meets elmo and big bird

Jude met elmo and big bird in person this weekend. You can tell he was enamored with them both. We were at Kelsey's Dream Fall Festival. And we had a great time. You can check flickr for more shots from the day.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

first day of school

Jude was so excited to start school this week.

And he loves it. I am assisting with the class at least 1 of the 2 days he attends, and I love it too! So far we've shelled beans, made grape juice with a press, played in a little stream, feed worms, made a collage, sang lots of songs, read lots of books, played lots of games, and learned some Spanish too.

Later in the afternoon of the first day of his class, I heard him in the kitchen saying "Buenos Dias, amigo." He hasn't said anything in Spanish in school yet, but at least I know it is sinking in and being retained.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

tractor, tractor happy all day


Thursday, July 30, 2009

a sweet story and song

The other day my sweet boy looked me right in the eyes and said, "You are the mommy I wanted." Then he said it again on a different occasion. And there was not a bit of manipulation involved...he was just very appreciative of some small gesture I had made. I can't even remember what it was. I'm writing this here so I can come back and read it when he is ten, or sixteen, or twenty-eight and he is less forthcoming with his affection.

And another sweet thing is a little ditty that he made up (I think...I can't find a source for it). He says, "Let me sing you a song about froggies." Froggies is really x. He substitutes all sorts of things in for x. Here is how it goes....Froggie, froggie happy all day. Froggie, froggie happy all day...." I want to get that on video. If I do, I'll be sure to share it.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

jude's conversations about God

Jude has been asking me all sorts of questions lately as he is trying to sort out who, what, how God is. I wanted to share some of these because it has been really interesting…

Jude is very sentimental when you do something nice for him. Sometimes he says, “Ahh…thank you,” in the sweetest voice. Not too long ago, we were talking about how much I love to take care of him. He asked, “who else takes care of me?” I said, “OH, Daddy takes care of you too.” With a probing look he asked, “who is that other one who takes care of me?” “Oh, you mean God?” I said. “God takes care of me too, mommy,” he said.


A couple of weeks ago at church, we had a baptism. Jude was sitting with us through the service because there wasn’t anyone in the nursery. We sit up in the balcony, and sometimes it is hard to see what is going on at the baptismal fount from where we sit. So when many of us stood up to see the baby getting baptized, Jude asked, “Is God here?” I replied, “Yes, God is definitely here.”


Jude and I were driving down the road and Jude had his “baby” in a basket next to him. This is an imaginary baby that he started pretending to play with recently. I asked him what his baby’s name was and he told me “Ella” which was interesting to me because if Jude would have been a girl that would have been his name, but he does not have any friends named Ella nor or there any characters named Ella in the books we read. Then out of the blue, he said, “Ella knows the way to walk to God.”


Early one morning, before I really wanted to wake up, Jude was awake. I asked him if he thanked God for this day. He said, “God is here?” with a big smile on his face. And I said, “God is everywhere.” He thought that was a very good thing.


Yesterday, I was sensing that Jude was having some trouble with me not being around very much. I was driving him to Aunt Judy’s house, when he asked, “you are dropping me off and then you are going?” “Yes, it that okay with you.” “That will be fine,” he said very assuredly. “I love you, Jude,” I said. “I love you…I love you…I love you…” he said in the softest voice. “What?” I asked. “I LOVE YOU!” he shouted. “I’m so happy you love me, Jude, it makes my day,” I said. “Are you so happy God gave you me?” he said.

…way beyond happy;)

Thursday, June 18, 2009

jude's first self portriat

Jude is finally starting to draw so that you can recognize what he is drawing. I asked him to draw a picture of himself today, and this was his work. I love the big eyes and that arms come out of his face. And in case you are wondering the scribbling in the middle is his belly. I wonder if his is upset?!?!?!

"In drawing, nothing is better than the first attempt." ~ Pablo Picasso

Friday, June 12, 2009

gabriel the doll

Remember this? Well, here is Gabriel, the doll for crafthope project #2. (Take a look at all the dolls that have been made for this project.) He will be given to an orphan at the Casa Bernabe orphanage in Nicaragua. I finished him on Wednesday and dashed him off to the post office, jammed his sweet little body into the smallest flat-rate priority box, and hoped that he would make it by Saturday (despite the nice post office worker's standard response that "there was no guarantee").

He is a black apple doll with some of my own adaptations. His arms are a little wonky. I got a little obsessed with adding sleeves to the regular pattern and forgot to focus on arm placement. Legs were done 3 times before I was satisfied. I wanted him to look like he was wearing rolled up pants so I added some bias tape and basically had to make my own leg pattern so he would show some skin. But despite all the fuzziness (hmmm...could this be why nothing ever gets done), I just made sure that when I was doing the hand sewing I took the time to really seal in a lot of love. Jude and I gave the doll a real big hug before we sent him away.

I am still making Jude's doll (I decided to make him one while I was at it). Jude asked who was getting the brown haired doll. I said, "a little boy who doesn't have a mommy or daddy." Jude's practical response was, "why don't you make him a mommy then?" Ohhhh, if only it was that simple.

Saturday, June 6, 2009


I went out to the garden shed this morning, and the baby phoebes were all perked up. I thought to myself, “It won’t be long now and they will be leaving the nest.” An hour later, I was out to the shed again and the nest was empty. I helped the last fledgling find its way out of the dark shed and into the beautiful day that awaited it outside.

All the nests I have been finding this spring have been very symbolic of the nesting that I have done with a particular idea that I am so excited to share. And it’s finally hatched. Let me introduce you to my new blog...

So wabi sabi will celebrate the beauty and balance of nature and of all things handmade, homegrown and homemade. It will give gratitude for moments of peace, wholeness, and connectedness. I’ve been working on this idea for years (without really knowing what exactly it was), and I have visions of many different projects that might spin out from it in the future. I plan to post something nearly everyday so click on over and please, please let me know what you think and help me by spreading the link.

As for oh wow…I’m not sure what its fate will be, but I am grateful for the space I’ve had here to share and learn. This really started out as Jude’s blog, and I kind of took it over. Jude will definitely be a part of so wabi sabi, but I’m hesitant to say goodbye to this blog for good, so for now I’ll just say, “oh wow! how grateful I am for possibilities.”

Friday, June 5, 2009


I'm sorry for those of you who checked in to see what the "news" was. Unfortunately, I have to delay my announcement for a day or two. I am so bummed about this, but this is apparently not the time.

However, I will share something I am incredibly excited about...

I had a truckload of black gold delivered last night. This is the most beautiful finely grained organic compost you've ever seen. I have my work cut out for me this weekend. I will try to have some weekend snapshots to share at some point. Enjoy your weekend!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

garden fairies

I was working out in the garden reclaiming a section of a perennial bed that jumped its border. It overtook a section of the garden that I double dug a couple of years ago. That was lush, beautiful soil then, but now the weeds were rampant. It was a little painful to see all that hard work undone so quickly. Fortunately, the soil was loose and friable so the weeding went quickly. Nevertheless, Jude had it with gardening for the day and was tired of my attention being so fixed on one thing besides him for such an extended period of time, and said, “I don’t want to garden anymore.” To which I replied, “Well, mama’s got get this garden under control because I didn’t take care of it for a couple of years and now the weeds are taking it over. The garden fairies aren’t coming to visit anymore because it looks like I don’t care about it.”

A moment later, I discovered an enormous patch of wild black raspberries growing at the far end of the same perennial bed. I had to eat my words. The fairies have definitely been here and they couldn’t have picked a better spot. I was planning on converting that section into a perennial food growing bed with asparagus and berries. I’m halfway done and I didn’t even have to do anything!

In case you are wondering how I could miss an enormous patch of raspberries...I've learned to completely ignore large areas of our property and take great delight in nature’s ability to thrive when I do so. In this case, my neglect will reward us with several boxes of black raspberries in a few weeks. I can almost taste it now.

This is officially my 50th post, and I have some exciting news to share tomorrow so be sure to check back.

For now I will leave you with this inspiring quote that earthy crafty mama shared on her blog this morning...
"One can never consent to creep when one feels the impulse to soar." ~Helen Keller

Sunday, May 31, 2009

weekend snapshots

1. tidy beds, 2. dado and the hostas, 3. baby phoebes, 4. first harvest, 5. toes, 6. prayer flags

a few peeks into the weekend...
lots of gardening
dado the friendly gargoyle peeks out from the hostas
the baby phoebe's are filling out their nest
first harvest of red oak leaf lettuce
enjoying jude's laundry as prayer flags

Friday, May 29, 2009

sharing a vision of love

I stayed up late 3 nights in a row to read Loving and leaving the good life by Helen Nearing. Each night I waited until I Jude’s restless legs settled down and I heard those sweet sleeping breaths that signify I am truly off the clock. Spending hours doing something alone is not something I do, so this seemed like complete indulgence. I kept thinking I would wake up regretting that I stayed up so late, and maybe because I have been fasting (due to getting my tooth pulled) I never felt tired.

The Nearings are having a huge impact on me like they have so many. It’s not new stuff. It is more like remembering what is important to me. Sometimes you are given information you know you can’t ignore (as much as you might like to) because it confirms visions or conclusions you’ve had through your own meditation . I read Diet for a small planet 20 years ago (ouch!) and I remember feeling the same sort of way. The funny thing is that I had two these two books (Living the good life and Loving and leaving the good life) for over a year and just decided to read them a couple of weeks ago.

On the last page of Loving and leaving the good life, Helen Nearing describes love. And what was very heartening about her description is that I had a vision the year after Bennett died that was identical to her description. In fact I share this vision often in talks I do for the Blue Butterfly Fund including last Friday when I spoke at the Taste of Mifflinburg. Reading this description in print for the first time after sharing it so recently myself really got my attention.

“Love is the source, love the goal, and love the method of attainment. A network of love crisscrosses the globe. The delicate shining lines form a tenuous web from one end of the world to the other. There are so many threads of love in the world, so much love going on, for and from so many people. To have partaken of and to have given love is the greatest of life’s rewards.”

Sunday, May 24, 2009

it starts with a color...yellow

I decided to play along with apples for poppy anne’s color challenge. This is a late entry given that it is Sunday of the yellow week. But these irises caught my eye. The warmth of spring is finally here, and these irises are a testament to that.

The arbor in the background was built by John and me the summer of our wedding. We were married on the other side of that arbor almost 14 years ago. When I think of all we did that year in preparation for our wedding, I feel like the last 14 years have been pretty unproductive, at least on my end. But I have been really inspired by Living the good life: how to live sanely and simply in a troubled world, by Scott and Helen Nearing (1954) who homesteaded in Vermont starting in their 50’s at the beginning of the depression. They built a beautiful stone house when they were in their 70’s and 90’s. And they grew nearly all of their own food…in Vermont that’s quite a feat. I have a ten year head start on there's hope. (Okay, upon further reading I think I'm mistaken about there ages when their stone house was built. It's probably 40's and 60's. But they were still building stone walls in their 70's and 90's. Very inspiring!)

Sadly the garden is starting to reach the tipping point when my obsession for weeding overtakes my passion for growing. Thank goodness for the perennial flowers, like these irises. They don’t care at all about the weeds, and I don’t have to do anything to appreciate their beauty except to take the time to notice them.

“For us the life in Vermont was definitely better because it permitted frequent contacts with nature, because it afforded an opportunity to master and direct nature forces, because manual skills were still practiced and because the routine of living was less exacting." -Scott and Helen Nearing

Thursday, May 21, 2009

happily bewildered

“Sell your cleverness and purchase bewilderment.” ~ Rumi

I came across this quote on apples for poppy anne, a blog I recently discovered through another favorite soulemama. I’m a big Rumi fan so that quote caught my attention right away, but then I realized it was also speaking to me. Sometimes we just need reminders of what we know to be true. And I am so thankful for the way God gives me these when I need them most.

I started a new treatment for Lyme disease last week, that has basically kicked me in the backside. After doing some research into the treatment and discovering other approaches in the process, my head started spinning (again) with all the new information and I started to feel that ever so familiar overwhelmed state creeping back into my mind, body, and soul. I told John that the more I read the more I feel hopeless. That’s just not me…that’s the disease. Of course, his wise response was, "well, stop reading." And really, it is just better to trust in something bigger than your own little mind or someone else little mind.

What I didn’t read and that I have to keep reminding myself of is that there is so much more to healing than the physical aspects and no one seems to share this information well. And the reason is (I think) that it can’t be explained in a rational way that can be contemplated and researched. Qigong, Reiki, meditation, prayer contribute greatly to my healing and general sense of well-being. Having a supportive circle of women friends is healing. Recognizing your blessings is healing. One of the things that I loved about apples for poppy anne is that she has a weekly post that is titled “Things that I am thankful for today.” I have used the acknowledgement of blessings in a similar way for a very long time and have seen the amazing effects of doing so.

When we are on the right track, the universe seems incredibly small. But small isn’t even the right word…the Universe seems focused. We are directed in ways that lead us to believe we are connected to everything. Our attention is brought back over and over to the things that we need to be focused on and soulmama did that again for me earlier this week. She posted another link in her LOVING section to craft hope.

Craft Hope is doing a doll making project for an orphanage in Nicaragua called Casa Bernabe. It turns out that our church has a mission to another orphanage called Casa Bernabe in Guatemala next month. And that came about because a good friend of mine, Angie, was lead to pray for a little boy, Gabriel, at this orphanage. As she shared the story of Gabriel and Casa Bernabe with a number of people, many of us prayed for them. Gabriel has returned to his biological family and now our church has many projects directed at helping the orphanage.

I really wanted to take part in the mission trip but didn’t feel I could commit given my health. With gratitude and bewilderment for all things that synchronicitiously come together, I am now planning on completing a doll for the craft hope project. And I hope that I can convince one or two of you to join me. Anyone???

Monday, May 18, 2009


Today under blue skies with the most perfect puffy white clouds we celebrated a birthday. Well, a few knew we were actually celebrating two birthdays. One of Jude’s friends, Scarlett, turned 2 today and invited a crew of kids over for an art party. Today is also Bennett’s birthday. He would have been 7.

Much to be grateful for today… I am grateful that Scarlett turned two and gave us a chance to celebrate this beautiful day being creative with joyful children.

We came home and decided to have a party for Bennett too. We made a flower cake from all the flowers blooming around our house right now. I used the top to my bamboo steamer for the form. The bottom recently came apart at the seams and I saved the top because I thought there might be something I could use it for, and it happened to be sitting on our shoe cabinet when I came in the house looking for something to use as a form. Since it was a windy day we used glue to affix the flowers. We used a special quilt that was given to us for Bennett and broke out a new tea set for a party.

When I asked Jude what he thought about making Bennett a cake with flowers, he was so excited. We never really talked to him much about Bennett because we didn’t know what he would understand. But we had this amazing conversation…
J: does Bennett like yellow flowers?
M: yes, I think he does.
J: is Bennett my cousin?
M: no, Bennett is your brother.
J: (big grin on Jude’s face) what does he do with me?
M: he watches over you.
John walked out of the house, and Jude ran over to him saying, “we are making a cake for Bennett.”
J: is she one angel?
John: yes, he is an angel

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot

Thursday, May 14, 2009

making a room, part 2

Okay, a month ago I started to try come up with a solution to this problem...

The toy baskets worked fine when Jude was younger.  There were fewer toys then, and I kept them organized.  Now that Jude plays more independently, a new system was needed.  He often ignored the toys in the baskets because he could see what was beneath the first layer.  

After having a vision for a new play area a month ago, it finally got put together yesterday.  I went to Target and they had the toy organizers that I picked out weeks ago on sale.  This isn't the greenest solution to our toy organizing dilemma.  If I had more patience, John would have made a simliar base and I would have made fabric boxes, but I'll just be grateful to China for their help in calming the toy chaos around here.  This organizer worked out great for us because we have a lot of little toys.  I bought the rug a year ago at Ikea, and Jude really likes to drive his cars and trucks on the roads, and it works perfectly to use it and the train table (the second one that John built...the first one is a gigantic piece of fine furniture with reversed tapered legs and made of walnut and crayon markings on the top) to define the 8' x 5' area.  

Jude discovered all the toys he didn't know he had, and I'm a pretty happy mama which is always a good thing!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

what's bloomin'

This is absolutely my favorite time of year.  I love the cool air in the mornings, the warmth of the afternoons, the flowers blooming everywhere, and the birdsong!  It makes me so filled with gratitude.  I wish I could bottle this up for times when I am...well, less grateful.  I went around trying to capture the beauty of our little corner in jpegs, but I didn't even come close.  This is what's blooming anyway....

perrenial forget-me-not with its pretty heartshaped leaves

foreground pink honeysuckle bush background favorite spot in the garden

purple lilac

wild pink columbine with spirea 
(wedding veil bush) in the background

The spring and summer before Jude was born I found a feather every day.  One exceptional day I found 14 feathers.  This year must be the year of nests.  I keep finding them.  Unfortunately, I found this one while weeding, and I didn't know where exactly it came from.   It just ended up in a garden path when I took an armful of weeds to the wheel barrow.  Look at the lovely little speckled eggs.  I tried to place it back where I thought it might have come from, but I sneaked out early this morning and there was no mama sitting on the nest.  I'm not so happy about that.

"It's spring don't know quite what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!" -Mark Twain

Sunday, May 10, 2009


He only said it once.  In fact, it was the only word he ever said.  And for some reason, after not thinking about this particular memory for a long time, the image of him sitting on the bed looking up at me with extended arms popped into my head Friday night.  And an endless flow of tears streamed down either side of my face.  It was if some dam broke.  I wasn’t consciously holding them back, but here they were.  And the funny thing was the deep aching pain that often accompanies these tears wasn’t there.  They were just tears and happiness for the boy he was.

 So this weekend leading up to mother’s day, I have been so grateful for both my boys.  They opened up my heart in a way I never knew was possible helping me to become more compassionate, mindful, selfless, and joyful.  And there were plenty of tears too, but how could I ever truly appreciate all that I have the way that I do if I hadn’t experienced all that I have.   No other people have taught me more about loving and being loved the way my two boys have except my own mother.  So I honor the three of them today.

I ran over to my mom’s cottage this morning to get her a cup of her coffee and was awestruck with how beautiful it was.  Again I thought about the gratitude I had for Bennett and Jude.  I looked down at my legs and a tiny blue spring azure fluttered about and followed me a bit.  This brought a smile to my face , joy to my heart, and filled me with overflowing love.  I hope you feel it too.  

"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." -George Sand

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

here we grow

Well, I finally had a peek into Phoebe’s nest and look what I saw…

It's little out of focused but I didn't want to disturb the nest too much.  This post is more of a garden journal entry more than anything. I took advantage of the brief break in the rain yesterday to do some planting and weeding, lots of weeding. The rain is making everything grow...our unmowed grass, the dandelions, the garlic mustard, and thankfully my second batch of peas are finally coming up. Yesterday, I planted Chinese cabbage, red cabbage, celery, kale. It's probably a bit late for these, but we’ll see. Here are some pictures of the garden carefully angled so the weeds don't detract from work that was accomplished!


chinese cabbage and red lettuce

While I was working quietly, a bald eagle flew circles low above the creek. It was being followed by a smaller hawkish/eaglish bird. I’m wondering if it was an immature eagle.

"He loved the earth and all things of the earth.. He knew that man's heart away from nature becomes hard, he knew the lack of respect for growing, living things soon led to the lack of respect for humans too." -Luther Standing Bear Land of the Spotted Eagle

Friday, May 1, 2009


This week I found myself being filled with gratitude for green. The little heat wave we had earlier this week forced all the green out at last. The heat was sweltering without our green canopy that we are accustomed to when temperatures go over 90. But now that bright, fresh, springtime green is everywhere with a few accents of pink thanks to the redbuds and tulips and blue thanks to the wild lobelia, violets, and the few grape hyacinths that are left.

I love how redbuds bloom right on the large branches and even the trunk.
 There are little orange leaves that have just started coming out too.

The birds are in heaven and their songs are in full force as well. There are a couple of birds that are making themselves right at home. A phoebe has made a really darling nest on top of the light in our shed. And a little wren knew not to pass up the golden opportunity of a woven grass birdhouse that hangs next to our kitchen window.

Happy May Day!

May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day. May songbirds serenade you every step along the way. May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that's always blue. And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through. ~Irish blessing

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

trillium woes

This little beauty has tried her best but for the second consecutive year, Sophie has trampled her. Sunday night I found her snapped at the base before she even had a chance to bloom. So I brought her in to enjoy the single bloom. This might be the last year she even has a chance. Trillium plants are damaged easily by picking (or trampling) and it is illegal to pick them in many states and Canada for that reason. They only produce the three leaves below the flower and those are the solar power plants for the entire plant.

The trillium is often consider symbolic of the Holy Trinity but is also a symbol used by midwives (although I can’t remember why). My midwife Krystn had one tattooed on her upper arm and our red trillium bloomed the day Jude was born. I knew it would. Well, actually I thought the white one would, but it waited to honor her when she came back for my post delivery visit.

I’m looking into willow edging like this one to keep Sophie out of the area. It’s probably too low to make a difference, but it would look really nice.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

shibui washi

John just delivered this amazing table to a lucky person in Pittsburgh this weekend. I’m calling the piece shibui washi because it reminds me of an eagle. It is huge and has a counterpart that can be linked with it to accommodate larger dining parties. The table itself was made from two consecutive slices from the same walnut tree that are book-matched and joined in the center to create mirror images (or eyes and a beak as it appears in this case).

He came back with a check and a cold which we all have now. This morning while everyone was nursing their colds, I sat outside in the balmy weather enjoying my tea and watching the flurry of bird activity that was happening creekside. I didn’t see any eagles but I did see a heron, ducks, and lots of songbirds. We had a pair of eagles hanging out along our stretch of the creek while John was working on the table. Their energy went into that table and the table will offer incredible gifts of patience, power, and vision to its new owner.

“From the oyster to the eagle, from the swine to the tiger, all animals are to be found in men and each of them exists in some man, sometimes several at the time. Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls. God displays them to us to give us food for thought.” ~Victor Hugo

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

bowing down to T. rex

Every morning I try to wake up early so I have time to pray, meditate and read. It doesn’t always happen, but when I do manage to it does make a difference in my day. One of the prayers I do in the morning is a body prayer.

One morning I was doing my prayer and it was still dark, but I noticed there was something on the floor in front of me. It was Jude’s 10” tall Tyrannosaurus rex and his beady eyes were staring right at me. I was caught in this moment of being deep in prayer and at the same time wanting to laugh at the ridiculousness of trying to do that in midst of the chaos that is my house.

Two days ago I sat at the kitchen table reading before any one was up. I usually read the Bible and other spiritual texts. There he was again on the table looking at me. And again I chuckled at the thought of this dinosaur showing up when I am trying my best to be mindful and connected to the Divine.

The next day, I noticed T. rex on the kitchen counter looking in the sink at the dirty dishes as if to shame me into doing them. And I had a moment of insight that this is exactly what mindfulness is all about. It is not hiding away from the world and its messiness. It is facing it head on taking it in with all it has to offer regardless of what that is…dish after dish, toy after toy, breathe after breathe. It is a kind of mommy mindfulness I suppose.

The prayer…
“I step into the embrace of the Beloved (step forward) to receive and to give (cup hands at heart and extend them forward). I put behind me all egotistically thoughts and worldly concerns (move open hands to either side of your head). I open my heart (hands over heart) with thanksgiving and praise (extend arms up). I surrender to You (bow at waist), now and always (bow with head to floor), at one (kneel up on knees) with You (head back to floor).”

Oops...this is what happens when T. rex spends too much time hanging out at the sink...

“Before enlightenment; chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment; chop wood, carry water.” ~Zen proverb

Monday, April 20, 2009

a week

On Sunday, I remarked to a couple of different people that it was hard to believe the past week was only 7 days long. There was so much packed into that week. A lot of fun, a lot of cleaning, a lot of cooking, a lot of cake decorating, and some good weather just at the right times. Here are some highlights...

I also wanted to mention that I finally switched over to flickr. If you like to look at other peoples pictures like me and want to see more pics from the last week or if you are my mother, here is my photostream. I created 4 sets: chasing bubbles, easter, jude's birthday, and jude's birthday party about 200 shots of 3 year old happiness in total.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

making a room

I'm in a major nesting frenzy today trying to create a playroom out of a 8 x 8 area of our frontroom.  I think what I am trying to accomplish is about as easy as this...

which I very much appreciate for both the art and the music.

More on Jude's birthday to come...

Sunday, April 12, 2009

happy easter

Today was absolutely gorgeous as Easter should be.  

We had a lot of fun dying eggs last night... 

And at the last minute I decided to make Jude an Easter basket from a fulled sweater.  It turned out very floppy, but Jude didn't seem to mind and it did the job.  I think I would have used interfacing next time on both the wool and the lining fabric which was very thin.  The handle took forever because I tried to turn it, ended up tearing some holes in it when my patience ran out and I resorted to tweezers.  I patched the holes by needle felting a small piece of the sweater onto the openings.  

This morning before church we searched for the eggs the Easter bunny hid at Mimi's house.  Jude thoroughly enjoyed this activity.  When he found one he would turn around and hold it up for us to see.  Then he would place each one gently into his floppy basket.  
Hope you enjoyed the day as much as we did!

"Let every man and woman count himself immortal.  Let him catch the revelation of Jesus in his resurrection.  Let him say not merely, 'Christ is risen,' but 'I shall rise.'"  ~Phillips Brooks