Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
The tricky bit is--Anna's a real mimic, so it has to be OK for a four year old, but still fun for Mama.
I get around this by listening to music in other languages.
So, any picks for me? French rap, Spanish pop, Italian Hip Hop?
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Crazy, but fun.
Monday, May 25, 2009
And here's the pattern I used.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Here's my initial list of what I'd like to get done in the next two months...
2. Scrapbook-2 years worth
3. Funeral book
6. Shannon Quilt
7. Molly G Quilt
15. Keep up with garden and yard
16. Make Ruffle Top for myself
17. Train for 10K
19. Build a compost bin
21. Make album from Katrina's wedding.
They're going to do an archaeological dig at Scott Park this summer! I think that's really neat and exciting and I hope we can go over and do something with them.
Crazy or ambitious? I never know.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Here are Abby and Anna, both roped into helping, and both thinking that I am crazy if I think we are going to get this done before the sun goes down. Turns out they are mostly right. We did finish that night though.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
galloping from room to room
as the deer, Feline, stopping
to ask, "Why?" Now she is
Angelina, a mouse ballerina,
a pink twirling skirt calling,
"1, 2, 3 like me!"
She says pants are un-royal.
She is a princess, any
princess, in an ill-fitting gown
and a plastic crown. She dances
with the prince off-stage pulling
focus from the play. All choose
to watch the real girl,
pretending to be Belle.
She is like Mary and Laura,
a farm girl, listening to her own
pa, Daddy, read pioneer stories,
covering her ears when she is scared,
but demanding he continue.
She climbs into a car
with Mommy to run away from
everything that chases them.
They find a good land
to explore far from
tall garden weeds.
She climbs a rock near the cabin
pushing everyone up this
mountain they never wished to ascend.
She holds back sorrow with tiny hands.
It is her great power. (But her
fingers gape, and sadness escapes.)
Once, she helped her Grammy
plant the garden, now she grows
like a little flower from her Grammy's hand.
We thank God that Anna remembers her.
We beg God for mercy as Anna remembers
each tear that fell while she was three.
Now she reaches out her hand
and says, "what shall we do today?"
Today she is four and we have grown
old. Our joy is another year.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
But I found proof!
Anyone else remember this?
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Mom loved the courthouse, I remember her being sad when they made the move to the administration building. She didn't want to leave the wood and marble for mauve and green.
So I'm glad the benches are in front of the courthouse, nice and symmetrical on both sides of the big steps. There are 24 bright pink/red rose bushes, Russian sage, which will be blue-ish when it grows up, and snowball bushes! Snowball bushes are a very important part of our family. Red, white, and blue. I think she would really like it.
I sat there for a long time.
Friday, May 15, 2009
And this sort of thing is more than worth the trip.
We had lots of plans for Sunday morning, but when the alarm went off I thought: "Why am I getting up if I'm on a mini vacation?"
So we slept late, tried and failed to eat at several fun places in Abilene, and then got home in time to hang with the farm clan.
A great trip.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
It was also fun to see Marci and WenDee, thanks for all you do!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
And here she is all the way on the other side of one of these boulders.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
And then, because I had some white strips of paper left over from cutting the pages for that one, I made these skinny ones from paint strips. I LOVE these. And then there was a grand experiment involving a granola bar box, some fabric from an old pair of pants, a scrap of felted sweater, a sewing machine, and the bind-it-all...