Archive for February, 2012
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Lost. And Found
The great irony of our journey to parenthood, to me, is the bottle brush that hangs by our sink. We use it almost daily to wash out the Babe’s bottles, but we didn’t buy it for her. We didn’t even buy it for baby bottles.
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Everything In Its Place
“You shouldn’t hang knit ties, Wifey, because they stretch out. You have to roll them and store them that way,” he says.
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Rompin’
If this Summer is anything like this Winter (being abnormally warm), the Babe will be prepared.
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Quilted Pink (and Green and Orange and Turquoise and Yellow and a Little Bit Red)
I once said I’d never make a quilt. Which was from the beginning a complete lie because I had, in fact, already made one quilt. A crazy quilt. From a huge box of bitty vintage scraps my grandmother had saved. The panels I sewed became the top of the duvet which we still use in the winter. Taylor loves it.
The idea of making a quilt–that is, going out and buying new material, cutting it up, and sewing it all back together–still doesn’t make a lot of sense to me, and yet, I have made another quilt. A little one.… read on…
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danceFIT, pants fit
I don’t think I would have signed up without Viv doing it, too. I’d never done ballet (or any traditional dance, really) and the closest I come to graceful is when I’m on a crowded dance floor
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Back!
Ah, that’s better.
I think the best way to get back into the swing of things is in list-form.
[I will make a rule: I won't post more than one list a week. I can handle that.]
- We had a great visit with Uncle Elliott two weekends ago. I got some cute shots, but haven’t processed them yet. Story of my life.
- I did some sewing this weekend. I finished the Babe’s quilt on Friday and I made her a little romper dress from a romper Momma made me when I was the Babe’s size. It’s super cute. Pictures
… read on…
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A Break
I am going to take a break this week. At least from writing.
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Babers Update
Yesterday, we bought the Babe a new car seat. ‘Cuz seriously you guys, that kid is getting huge. And don’t tell me, “oh, but you’re just missing her bitty-baby days,” because we weren’t able to be there for all of those days.
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Dreaming
I am restless.
The future is a big mish-mash of mostly-certain and less-certain and not-certain-at-all.
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Randoms
I want to write today, but I can’t form an organized enough thought to do anything other than a list. Still, lists are fun sometimes, too.
–Taylor loves quilts. And kilts. And woolens. And anything knit or crocheted. I knit. I’ve learned (and un-learned) how to crochet. I love wool, and I’m not opposed to kilts (in the right context (no, Taylor, a marathon is not the right context)). But for years I have told him I don’t make quilts. It makes no sense to me to cut up perfectly good material into smaller pieces only to sew them all together… read on…
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Cloud 9
“Oh, Anne–congratulations! You must just be on cloud nine. How exciting–it’s finally over.”
I’ve been getting that a lot lately.
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My Golden Hour
Babes and I have spent some time at the park this week.
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