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Wednesday Randomness

January 14, 2009 in Home, Kids, Me, Misc by emily | 5 comments

1. Hot Chocolate is good.

2. Maeve says, “Mommy looks like a Princess and Daddy looks like the man on Mary Poppins.”

3. The lower wall is done and there is 13 glorious feet of flat in the back yard! It just took a huge wall and 200 tons of dirt, but hey, it’s flat! Second wall should be done in 1-1.5 weeks.

4. Carolina Patchworks readers say, “Isn’t this supposed to be a quilt blog? Where are the quilts?” Well, I am sewing. A lot. I’ve gotten two quilt tops done in the past couple days but I’m holding off finishing and listing them since they are the proof-of-concept quilts for patterns 9 and 10. I am working on something else that should be in the shop this weekend. And I know what I’m doing next. And there is a bunch of business stuff that I’m doing too. Yeesh, I need more hours in my day.

5. The landscapers are finishing up at another job today so all is quiet on the hill. Including the bulldozer-with-wheels-like-Wall-E. Liam is in little boy heaven. We secretly think the owner of the landscaping company became a landscaper just so he could drive this.

And even the little-bulldozer-with-wheels-like-Wall-E joined in.

6. Yesterday I had coffee (Ok, she had coffee, I had hot chocolate. See #1.) with a wonderful fun, smart and spunky lady. It was so nice to have an adult conversation with NO children. Note to self: do that more often. And now the gears are churning in my head as to what to do with this hobby-that-really-isn’t-a-hobby-anymore. I need to go have a drink with the answer fairy because I just can’t decide what to do or what direction to go or to just stay as-is. Sigh.

7. I should get back to work and stop typing random things on my blog.

8. But really, what’s the fun in that? Don’t y’all want to know all the random things going through my head?

9. Ok, now for reals, I’m going back to work. Adios! Now to figure out what categories to put this in…

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10. Ok, I published this and then had to come back and add one. Why, when you go to a class at the gym, do people insist on setting up 2 inches from you? Really, it’s a huge room and this is a class when you’re jumping and stepping everywhere. Move away from me please. Ok, now off to work.

Dear Santa

November 28, 2008 in Me by emily | 2 comments

For Christmas I would like a sewing machine that can be powered by a 12 volt/car lighter plug thingy.

Three suitcases, two strollers(double jogger and single umbrella) and 18 million RuMe bags.

– Post From My iPhone

Thanksgiving

November 27, 2008 in Kids, Me by emily | 1 comment

We had a quiet day here at home.

We started out with some yummy coffeecake muffins…

… to eat while we watched the parade and the kids danced …

(and yes, she’s wearing a dress again! I tricked her and told her all her pants were packed for the special trip. Mean mommy.)

… and saw Buzz. Maeve got all excited when she saw Dora. She has no clue who Dora is but has seen the face in the stores. I fear Kindergarten and all the characters it will bring home …

Maeve did a great job setting the table. Liam did a great job unsetting it.

Liam says, “Feed me now!”

Maeve says, “Yum!”

I made Farrotto with all the normal Thanksgiving flavors.

Sean insisted on cooking some dead thing to feed to himself and the kids. Hrmm.

The apple cider appears to have not killed us.

And the night concluded with homemade cinnamon chocolate chip ice cream. Yum.

Hope everyone had a fantabulous day!

Keeping it Real

October 22, 2008 in Me by emily | 7 comments

Anina’s post and this link and this link got me typing…

I am a real person. I will never lie here.

But there are things that I don’t really go into…

I will never go into my personal life too much because that’s what it is. Personal.

I don’t talk too much about or post pictures of Sean because methinks he isn’t too comfortable with that but he is here and I love him to bits. <3

I’ve never mentioned or whined about the finally-diagnosed autoimmune disease that has be wreaking havoc on my body and life for the past 17.5 months (it was triggered by Liam’s pregnancy) and all the doctors that wouldn’t listen to me.

I worry that people judge me and blame me for my kids’ gross motor and speech delays which is why I never say too much about them. Maeve didn’t walk until 18 months (long before quilting was a daily part of life ) and has an IEP for speech therapy. An itinerant teacher also spends time with her in preschool every week. Liam isn’t walking and last week officially got the label from the county’s Early Intervention services of severely delayed in gross motor and expressive speech and delayed in receptive speech.

I try not to complain about day-to-day mommy issues. Like the never-ending whining or why won’t he let me give him a bath or why do they have to pull every last toy off the shelves every day? When I go read my blog, that’s not what I want to read so I don’t post it.

I will never speak of my political or religious views. ‘Nuff said. Don’t ask.

I will never air dirty laundry or bash people or complain about non-paying buyers or complain (too much) about Etsy’s ineptness. It just seems to lack in professionalism.

My house is not perfectly clean. My baseboards have dust in places! When I look back on my life 50 years from now do I want to remember kids, husband and a love of quilting or kids, husband and clean baseboards? That answer is pretty clear to me.

I do sew a lot. And yes, I do have two little kids. But keep in mind that my kids are little and go to bed early and one still takes long naps. A lot of people ask how I ‘churn out’ so many quilts. Honestly, I’m never sure quite how to respond to those messages so I usually don’t.

Friday is my day. I sew my Jane blocks and rarely respond to any ‘work’ emails/convos on that day. It’s just how it is.

So if life ever seems perfect based on what is posted here, well, it’s not always perfect, but it’s pretty damn good. We have our share of problems and difficulties, but we also have these moments: