I took her for her 15 month visit on Thursday and was informed she is behind in the walking area. If she didn't walk soon, she would have to be evaluated by Birth to 3. But the Good News is, we got her to take her first steps on Saturday! Go Gracie Go! Now we ask her if she wants to go walking and she responds with a big huge NO! I just adore stubborn children ;)
Confused and tired is the best I can describe the mood these days. I used to be so much fun. What has happened to me, is this a normal 30 yo thing? There are days when I just give up. I don't want to do anything, not knit, not play, not even breathe, sometimes. It is getting so bad that I think maybe a psych eval is in order, especially with my family history. Better to nip it in the butt than have everyone including me suffer. I have finally uploaded some pictures...wanna see?
Look I got my sockapaloooza socks with great guilt (I am waiting for Mr. Clean to be home for a post office trip by myself...they are done and ready to go) My pal was Michele. And she is going to have a baby. Go congratulate her and help her out with her yucky prego feelings! Thank you Michele, I love them! I am sorry I am so late on thanking you. Maybe I can make you something baby related...if I get out of this horrible funk. I love me some babies, I just don't like incubating them myself.
This is a progress picture of my pal's socks. I made mine from Dani's Sunshine Yarns in Shamrock. They really are pretty. Just a plain ribbed sock. I hope 1. Mr. clean gets his butt home early one of these days and 2. she likes them!
It's my one and only yarn monster Gracie!
We had a craft swap at my house. What fun. My kids hoarded what was left over. I tried to tell them I was trying to get rid of stuff not get more...but they wouldn't listen.
Eva and Gracie...Mama takes out the camera and it's all smiles :)
Gotta love Target. The dollar spot is awesome! So, Mr. Clean and the kids and I are headed over to the mecca of shopping to get a couple of alarm clocks and Easter stuff. I was telling him how I really would like to have him plant some flowers by our mailbox (the neighbor has lovely dafodils). He said we need to clean up the whole front area by the street. (This is a huge undertaking as we live in the boonies) He says "we'll make their flowers look bad", and I say to him, "I don't want to make anyone's stuff look bad, I just want to like our area." "And besides, they already don't like us." He says "yeah, and they never even talked to us." These are common conversations we have amongst ourselves :) Then T pipes in and says "Hey Mommy, remember when the police dot (got) you?" Speaking of the speeding ticket the other day... Geesh... I just can't catch a break!
A finally went back to school today! She has the ick and is happily spreading it to the rest of us. Annie, I don't know if it is safe to intermingle with us tomorrow. So I thought I would give you an update.
Go check out Mama Snooze's Blog (she's got a really funky toilet there). I am scared to click the comments to see how a chick uses one of those things. Which by the way, I was talking to Mr. Clean about. And he said you would have to get an 18" bowl extender...he should have been a comedian...ha!
Last night, just plain fun...except for the fruit flies. Michelle and I sang GNR Patience. Fun was had! D (the eldest was there to cheer Mom on and of course knit). Sarah seems to be getting out of the I want to kill everyone phase of quitting smoking! Yay. Jennie brought in her fun fur Davey Crockitt hat...too funny. And Annie (still blogless) is knitting some beautiful Koigu socks!
A the second child is home sick again (since Monday and she seems to be getting progressively worse, which means the ick will be visiting a cranky shteeni near you soon). I fed her some mint tea with honey and it seems to be breaking some of the stuff up.
Gracie is just so cute, I could kiss her all day.
And there is more, I am sure... just can't get the old brain to function.
Hey, I just want to say thank you for not thinking I am some sort of freak and offering your woods up to me and the kids. It's not that I don't have woods, I do, I just don't like being outside.. heh. Hey Papa Scott, I may be at your house before you are at mine :)