tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8532418561888107742024-02-08T08:18:55.228-05:00seedling of knowledgeabout a girl, her home, her family, her creationsjenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-53066395803292869942009-12-19T23:05:00.002-05:002009-12-19T23:40:11.145-05:00Happy 3rd Birthday...plus 21 daysTaking a break from slacking, err....being otherwise busy, to finally share some pics from the Tot's 3rd birthday. Aside from him coming down with an illness about half way through the day, it was a good day. The cake baking and decorating was less stressful, the gift opening and candle blowing out was actually performed by the Tot, and the mess at the end was slightly less messy. Oh, yeah - there was the one glitch where I discovered that the reason the chocolate cake tasted just a little off was because apparently the oil that I used (at my mom's house) was oil that she had already used to make french fries. Oops. She really should keep that in a separate place - or in something other than the original bottle. While I am all for reusing, I do not recommend this particular application. Although nobody said they had an odd craving for ketchup with their cake, so it was all good.<br /><br />This was the happy child during his birthday lunch of chocolate milk and toast with jelly, still wearing his jammies. If I let him, he would probably indulge in this behavior every day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4199307028_02faee8f25_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/4199307028_02faee8f25_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The cake - he wanted a train and rather than do any of the actual train cake designs out there, I created the scene with tracks and used a vintage wooden train candle holder that my mom pulled out of her endless supply of vintage goodies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/4199307300_e96ba4182b_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2496/4199307300_e96ba4182b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4199307532_439ee485c5_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2679/4199307532_439ee485c5_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/4198554185_ef32f5de7e_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 567px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2571/4198554185_ef32f5de7e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And, yes, he did receive a hand knit sweater which I will have to blog at a future date as he has thus far refused to model it for proper photographing.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, Baby!jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-89118301271875992282009-09-19T19:19:00.002-05:002009-09-19T19:37:38.194-05:00Ah, Fall!Thanks to some cool weather and blogless Erin's request for some pumpkin colored yarn...I came out of my knitting slump! When I turned to my stash I found that I had lots of pumpkin colored yarn, as well as some green and brown (although not the right gauge for Erin). I found a simple pumpkin pattern on ravelry and now I have my first Autumn decoration of the year. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/3935847708_7b00cc1557_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2629/3935847708_7b00cc1557_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Finn holding it to give you an idea of size...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3935847836_f73e5a5016_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3935847836_f73e5a5016_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I only got one quick shot of the lone pumpkin before my assistant lay claim to the squash and would not allow me to continue, so I guess he likes it despite the look he's giving me in the photo. My yarn was bulky, which worked just fine for the chunky pumpkin, though the pattern did call for worsted. If I make more of these for myself, I'll probably do them in different sizes and try some light green and/or cream to make them more Fall and less Halloween-y. Now...I just may cast on my gray yarn and have another go at that sweater.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-78183166032293103812009-08-21T17:19:00.004-05:002009-08-21T18:18:32.125-05:00knitting?I think I know what that is...something about using needles with yarn to make loops. Oh, yes - I did some of that a few months ago and was well on my way to a soft and beautiful, knit cardigan for myself to wear this fall. I had even made a gauge swatch or two for the project (that's a big deal, here). And then I realized it was not going to be for me to wear at all unless frumpy is "in" or I gained lots of weight. I DO love doughnuts and ice cream, but I wasn't gonna go there. So after ignoring it and all other yarn in my bag for a long while, I got up the courage to deconstruct.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2616/3843510778_eab5a91010_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2616/3843510778_eab5a91010_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And this is where I am now. Unraveled, having second thoughts about continuing the project (darn you, new, enticing patterns attempting to steer me from my path). And I'm afraid it will take some cool weather to bring back the knitting mojo. Which means it probably won't be finished in time for me to wear this Fall.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-45745321303860686032009-08-05T20:14:00.003-05:002009-08-05T20:42:12.178-05:00New Favorite JammiesI know we all like to hang out in our jammies every now and then, but I think my latest sewing project has put the Tot over the edge with his own desire to lounge. Well...he'd actually like to wear them in the sand box and all over town, but I've drawn the line.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/3793215097_3a8c9baab5_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 564px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/3793215097_3a8c9baab5_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />These whipped up rather quickly using only supplies I had in my stash. I sort of winged it on the top and the result is a rather large neck opening, but he doesn't seem to mind. I was going to make the bottoms short, but kept them long because the try-on for size revealed how cute they are full length. The light fabric makes these the perfect summer jammies. (Albeit flammable for any safety freaks out there.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3503/3794021292_9f311696c3_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 564px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3503/3794021292_9f311696c3_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I must say...it makes me so happy that he seems to love these over the store-bought jammies with the toddler-enticing, drum-playing dinosaurs on them.<br /><br />Oh...and the vintage child's hanger in he first photo was my father's.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-39521585468611662572009-07-20T08:39:00.003-05:002009-07-20T09:32:47.614-05:00Are we gonna die?Wow! Just shy of having a two month lapse here on the blog. Sometimes life just gets in the way. And this is going to be photo-less (!!!).<br /><br />A few weeks back, <a href="http://cararolinson.blogspot.com/">Cara</a> shared <a href="http://www.travelerslunchbox.com/journal/2009/5/27/brown-butter-bliss.html">this recipe</a> she had come across for Brown Butter Ice Cream. She was hoping someone with an ice cream maker would make some for her. I love to make and eat ice cream and am no stranger to butter, browned or otherwise, so I jumped at the idea. Okay, I initially jumped and then after several occasions of having all the ingredients but never having the time or forethought to do the cooking part, I finally got my act together and made it last Friday. I figured I would make it first for myself to test and then again for Cara.<br /><br />The results: A good custard recipe with the nutty aroma and flavor of brown butter. It turned out nice and thick. R and I each had a small bowl and after a couple spoonfuls, the words "Are we gonna die?" were uttered in all seriousness. Sadly, it was not, "Are we gonna die from eating a whole batch of butter ice cream in one sitting because it is so good?" It was, "Are we gonna die because I can already feel a 1/4" layer of butter on the roof of my mouth and can only imagine how my arteries are going to look if I take one more bite." <br /><br />If you like to eat butter by the spoonful, this recipe is for you! Otherwise, I caution against getting your hopes up for this one. We just couldn't stomach the grease. Maybe I did it wrong since the author of that article seems pretty confident in it's yumminess.<br /><br />Afterthoughts: I'm wondering if you could get the brown butter flavor without the greasy mouth by pouring off most of the melted butter before adding it to the mix and just using primarily the browned bits. Seems a bit wasteful, but so is contaminating an otherwise good batch of ice cream. <br /><br />Also, I initially thought that the 1/2 cup of butter in the recipe was a reasonable amount, but in the end this seemed to make much less than your average homemade ice cream recipe and so turned out to be a lot of butter per serving (provided you can actually eat a normal size serving, which I doubt).<br /><br />I considered using the remaining ice cream on top of waffles on Sunday morning, but we just couldn't do it. I would offer up the remaining ice cream to anyone who wants to try it, but we both dumped our half eaten bowlfuls back into the main batch. If you don't mind our saliva, come on over.<br /><br />Since I'm not sure I can bring myself to make this again, I'm willing to lend you my ice cream maker, Cara. I think I'm going to keep my brown butter far away from my ice cream for now.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-73797721572364225622009-05-22T12:32:00.003-05:002009-05-22T12:39:46.757-05:00the modelAsk and you shall receive...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3553945085_478e999f38_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3607/3553945085_478e999f38_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/3553945245_e4f7432672_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/3553945245_e4f7432672_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And I was so pleased to get these vintage shoes from my mom's stash. These would have been one of my brother's from the 60's...well worn, but so much nicer than the crap they sell today. I even got another, less worn pair in a larger size for future use.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3554751884_f8aa82fee1_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3322/3554751884_f8aa82fee1_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Now, I'm going to try not to stare at these photos all day because I'm supposed to be packing, but darn, isn't he cute!?jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-30636009075995396142009-05-20T21:22:00.003-05:002009-05-20T21:33:06.577-05:00Dapper DanWell, he's not a Dan, but I must say that Finn looked quite dapper when I stuck this on him for his cousin's wedding last month. However, he does share his middle name with his great grandfather who was named Dan and he ALWAYS wore bow-ties. Still no sewing machine (getting it back in working order this weekend!), so I stitched this up by hand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3549765589_d710281d7e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3574/3549765589_d710281d7e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Yep, that's the seersucker from the fabric fair extravaganza. Just the touch needed to finish off his linen suit.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-10605215113570764542009-04-19T18:06:00.005-05:002009-04-19T20:50:05.392-05:00Pop the cork...my Bubbly is done! Started over a year ago, but neglected for the majority of that time...now I don't know why I didn't just finish it sooner. Once you get past the first half of the pattern it becomes much easier since it is much less random. <br /><br />Here it is blocking...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3457976614_2766d2e2be_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 751px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3457976614_2766d2e2be_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />There are two problems with the final product.<br />1) I ran out of yarn about 80% of the way through. I ordered more and while it's barely noticeably while hanging on my door, there is definitely a color shift that became apparent when I blocked it. I'm really not concerned with this.<br /><br />2) The entire curtain used 8 balls of yarn, which means lots of ends to weave in. Since this is a rather sheer knit being held up to the light, that means that the woven in ends become visible when light streams through from behind. Ooops. So, if you're going to attempt a curtain that will be sheer, either get a large enough skein or cone of yarn with no ends, or perhaps switch balls at the end of a row and weave in ends up and down the edges. Since it is already starched, I think I'm going to let it go, but if I ever wash it again, I'll consider trying to weave them in less noticeably.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3457976332_85667b2aa1_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 751px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3532/3457976332_85667b2aa1_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Despite these little issues...I LOVE it! The photo is a little sucky...it looks awesome live. I starched it like mad and it does hang pretty flat, but there is a little drape and I probably should have made it just a tad wider to accommodate that. Still deciding on the rod to hang it...the makeshift rod in my photos is actually a plant support - that's how eager I was to get it up on the door. <br /><br />Okay, Erin...your turn! ;)jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-69566549861390252302009-04-06T00:35:00.006-05:002009-04-06T01:23:22.596-05:00Yay, Fabric!Nothing like a little (or lots of) fabric to bring the blog out of hibernation. I'd been looking forward to making my inaugural trip to an annual, thrifty fabric fair for a long time and was lucky enough to attend with some like-minded friends. Indeed, the fair did not disappoint and we were happy to hand over a little money for a lot of fiber. While there were a lot of people, we were definitely outnumbered by the goods being offered and it was a polite crowd, so making your way through the yardages was not an unpleasant task. Alright, onto the goods...<br /><br />Some basic cotton with a little seersucker thrown in (I see blue summer jammies in the tot's future)...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3416642275_792031966e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3663/3416642275_792031966e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />a few cotton canvas pieces...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3416642499_b53e582a67_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3416642499_b53e582a67_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />some lovely florals (yum!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3416642661_be6a2a4463_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3577/3416642661_be6a2a4463_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />a few small bits (perhaps with a future as doll dresses?)...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3417450770_a2fc012508_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3417450770_a2fc012508_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />some yarn thrown in for good measure...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3417451132_eae89e252e_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3375/3417451132_eae89e252e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />and this lovely quilt top that pulled me in with its crisp white and bright colors...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3417450986_2d990da1e3_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3417450986_2d990da1e3_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Are you noticing a trend with the blue, green, and purple? I've always been purple and green's biggest fan, but the blue is a bit of a surprise to me. Perhaps a little influence from the tot who is rather blue-obsessed?<br /><br />I also picked up some great fabrics for baby-wrapping (business expense, right?), a bit of wool, and several packs of bias tape. Sadly, I somehow missed the buttons - I'm thinking there was a crowd around them when I was in the area and so I just never got a peek. Grand total...34.90.<br /><br />Now...there's just that little issue of my sewing machine having decided to give up on me last month. Where there are good friends, there are loaner sewing machines (did you all know how cool Michelle is? Very cool.), but I'm determined to resolve my machine issues for good later this month. Until then...I'll either be knitting that yarn or planning some fun new sewing projects. I'm looking forward to having the fabric determine the projects as opposed to the project driving the fabric selection as is usually the case.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-48019346378071858972009-02-06T01:03:00.005-05:002009-02-06T01:16:36.385-05:00A lesson for youThe tot cannot stress enough the importance of keeping moisturized during the winter - the heat can be so drying, not only to your skin, but to your hair as well. A few squirts of Aveeno should do the trick.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3503/3257638572_cb7f0e5966_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 564px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3503/3257638572_cb7f0e5966_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3256809343_4df2d4ce23_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 564px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3256809343_4df2d4ce23_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3256809373_20a675533b_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 564px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3514/3256809373_20a675533b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Later the same day he managed to completely soak himself with water and then in his third outfit of the day, he ended up covered in flour from head to foot. This is how we stay busy in winter.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-78938915404657605492009-01-30T13:40:00.003-05:002009-01-30T13:49:00.384-05:00The Very Hungry Caterpillaras read by the Tot<br /><br /><br />Egg.<br />Leaf.<br />Pop.<br />Food, food, food, food, food, food.<br />Cocoon.<br />Butterfly.<br /><br />The End<br /><br /><br />Isn't that beautiful? He often insists on reading his books to us after we've read them to him. Sometimes it's the same series of mumbled sounds repeated page after page, sometimes it's a few choice words or a single one, and sometimes it's a lovely poem. Almost always, it ends with "The End."jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-63699310302900754432009-01-17T18:24:00.004-05:002009-01-17T19:17:40.783-05:00week 2When it's zero degrees outside...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/3204254659_fec75deba1_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 684px; height: 396px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/3204254659_fec75deba1_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And a self-portrait by Finn...with some friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3204254569_e5836455cc_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3204254569_e5836455cc_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-48397692646410771502009-01-10T14:46:00.005-05:002009-01-10T16:14:08.764-05:00Holiday RecapA few quick tidbits:<br /><br />The holidays were lovely. Finn was definitely into Christmas more this year, but was still a little overwhelmed, I think. Understandable, considering the magnitude of Christmas morning in our family can be overwhelming for an adult. We do "our" Christmas morning at my parents separately, before everyone converges for the big family Christmas morning . We set up at one of the smaller trees that my mom decorates. This year Santa brought Finn a new tricycle. He doesn't quite have the hang of it, but some of his older cousins gave him a demonstration.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3185857416_3b73ac5c1d_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3185857416_3b73ac5c1d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He's sporting his Christmas jammies that I made.<br /><br />Additional handmade gifts included two scarflets. One for my mom...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/3163614522_0cfc744621_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 429px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3113/3163614522_0cfc744621_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and one for my sister-in-law...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3260/3163613978_dd6f587896_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 429px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3260/3163613978_dd6f587896_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />details on ravelry, folks.<br /><br />I also made some lovely ornaments for the girls, details and photos to come.<br /><br />And, I haven't forgotten the "share your treasured ornament" request from the Spice lady. I didn't do a full size tree this year, so I didn't have all of my ornaments out. There is one from my childhood, a Paddington Bear glass ball, that was always special because it made me feel special. Most of the ornaments on our tree growing up were my mom's, but this one was mine and none of my siblings had a similar ornament to claim as their own. It needed to be hung at the top of the tree so that it wouldn't get broken and this required my dad to hold me up so that I could hang it. I felt sooo honored to have my ornament displayed at the top near the star. I guess when you're the baby of 8 kids, it's these little things that make you feel special.<br /><br />As an adult, I think some of my favorite ornaments are the ones that have been made by my sisters or mom. Here are a few from recent years:<br /><br /><br />this one made by my sister from an artwork postcard...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/3185857646_eb3ec00a86_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/3185857646_eb3ec00a86_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this one received from another sister this Christmas, made from a vintage paper spoon that came from the grocery store that my grandparents used to own...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3185013201_b9c14cb12e_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3350/3185013201_b9c14cb12e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and here's a little birdhouse made by my sister-in-law a few years back...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3185857820_635ddc976f_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3185857820_635ddc976f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>and the first of what I'm sure will become great memories, a puzzle ball ornament that I made for Finn this year.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3185857300_664817286d_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3185857300_664817286d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was made using the fabric from last year's Christmas pajamas and this year's Christmas pajamas. I plan to make one each year using his pajama fabric and he'll have ornaments on our tree that he can play with as well as a set of balls to take with him when he sets out on his own... a long, long, long, long time from now : ).jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-36400401916603898162009-01-08T19:40:00.006-05:002009-01-08T22:13:20.066-05:00Week 1I have loads of catching up to do and I hope that it will happen soon, but until then I just wanted to put this out there in the hopes that maybe I can recruit some others to play along.<br /><br />If you're a flickrite, you've likely heard of this or other similar groups. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/618618@N20/">52 weeks - my kid(s) and me</a>. The goal is to take a photo of you with your child(ren) every week for one year. I've thought about doing this for a while and now I'm going to attempt to make it a reality. So here's my first week...two pics, but whatever. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3180654863_eb747c53e9_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 533px; height: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3405/3180654863_eb747c53e9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I got a remote for my camera for Christmas and you can just barely see in the second photo that the tot is the one holding it, so he actually took both shots.<br /><br />If you've got a child, I invite you to give it go, share it on flickr, share it on your blog, share it wherever it is that you do your sharing. It doesn't have to be fancy and you can have someone else take the pic if you need to. No pressure, just encouragement to capture some of the daily moments that you share with your little ones. Hey, my first week is no make-up, straggly haired me and the tot in jammies - anything goes.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-11351663584807299082008-12-12T19:19:00.005-05:002008-12-12T21:15:46.808-05:00Bye, Bye, BabyTwo weeks ago the tot turned 2. I consider that the official end to babyhood and it is soooo clear that he has in fact made the transition from baby to boy. And I have to say...I love it! As much as I love babies and as much as I long for a little girl, I love this little boy running around. <br /><br />As for the celebration, we had the festivities at my parents' house again. It was a fish theme. Yes, his name is Finn and the theme was fish. The cake, which looks sooo amateurish to me in pics right now, was a goldfish bowl.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/3103940470_0cb26a46cc_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 700px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/3103940470_0cb26a46cc_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Whatever...I blame the icing, but it was cute nonetheless. A marble pound cake for stability, chocolate rocks on the bottom, green fruit roll-ups made into seaweed, a couple gummy sea creatures not quite visible here, and of course goldfish (and starfish) crackers. I've decided that for future birthdays, the cake will be made the night before and decorated the morning of. Need more time to perfect it and to actually SEE it before the party starts. He tried to blow out the candle, but couldn't quite get it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/3103110645_82b1635ffe_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 466px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3051/3103110645_82b1635ffe_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I know, it looks like I am pushing him down while I steal the show here, but I assure you I was just keeping him from landing face first in the fish bowl. Although, now that I think about it, I didn't get to blow out any candles on my birthday this year - probably the first time in my whole life - I was owed one (or thirty one). <br /><br />You may recall the lovely <a href="http://seedlingofknowledge.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-baby.html">birthday garland</a> that I made for his first birthday. Well, I updated it with fish to replace the birds and then left it on my dining room table as I left town. :( I was sooo sad about this, but there wasn't much I could do but get over it.<br /><br />We also had swedish fish to snack on and I made <a href="http://memoirsofamommy.com/?p=31">this fishing game</a> for the little ones to play and take home as a favor. The game was a HUGE hit with the 4 year old in attendance. The tot wasn't really into it, but his 2.25yo cousin did enjoy cheating at it. I will say though that the magnets in this project were a total failure - not strong enough and couldn't be drilled through, even with a drill press, so I ended up using velcro with the addition of a large button on the end of the fishing line as a weight and surface for the velcro - worked like a charm.<br /><br />One of his gifts was this apron and oven mitts that I made for him along with a chef's hat that was purchased. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/3103940348_279c4cc262_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 700px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/3103940348_279c4cc262_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I love them (the boy and the accessories) and I think he does too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/3103940218_529cf262f5_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 700px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/3103940218_529cf262f5_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So, that's the birthday wrap-up and now we're less than two weeks from Christmas. We've got stockings, berry garland, and the advent calendar. Cards arriving from printer sometime next week. Tree arriving....?jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-15954278581099487092008-11-19T22:57:00.003-05:002008-11-19T23:19:21.648-05:00Me too, me too!Well, it would seem there is a post explosion amidst some of my blogging friends today, so I feel obligated to say something. Not to mention it's been for-ev-er.<br /><br />The tot and I are sick and it sucks, but at least it's happening now rather than next week during Thanksgiving and the tot's 2nd birthday. He was sick for his first. I am rather unprepared for the event. Well, I am mentally prepared, just not physically prepared, so I guess I'm half way there.<br /><br />Here are some tot tidbits:<br /><br />- He says "yarn" and "knitting" and likes to select knitting needles from my case to use as drumsticks. He's most fond of the long, metal, pointy ones - good 'cause I rarely use those inherited suckers and bad 'cause they're long, metal, and pointy. Despite his interest in yarn while I'm knitting, if he sees a piece of yarn or thread or anything similar on the floor or couch...he says "Eeew!" and has even resorted to getting a tissue to pick it up and dispose of it. Must work on fiber friendliness.<br /><br />- I think one of his favorite words is "nice". It's really nice when he says it when we are snuggled up on the couch or in bed.<br /><br />- He is in LOVE with Olivia...as in the porcine heroine in Ian Falconer's children's books. He cannot get enough. He can even say "Olivia". We only have two Olivia books, so I'm pretty sure that he will be getting more for his birthday and/or Christmas so that we don't go too insane with Olivia and her band which seems to be his favorite.<br /><br />- This is more about me, but I've come to the conclusion that his haircut is really bad. I've been cutting it myself and I think it gets worse with each cut. Part of me thinks I should just take him to a pro so he doesn't look like a dork and part of me is reluctant 'cause I'm just a DIY kind of gal/mom. Hmmm...where would I even take him? Thoughts? I don't know if I can do it. Maybe I'll just get some real haircutting tools and keep at it.<br /><br />That's all she wrote. Taking the rest of the night offline for once. Sorry, no pics - it feels wrong, but I think we'll all get over it. :)jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-52249206850615583622008-10-23T22:44:00.006-05:002008-10-23T22:54:03.619-05:00Don't miss it!So, I think most of you know I'm now responsible for two blogs. And since the <a href="http://www.seedlingsphotography.com/blog">"other" blog</a> allows me to post pics bigger and better than this one...you'll have to go take a look to see what the Tot and the Boss have been up to. I think <a href="http://michellelancet.blogspot.com/">Ms. Spice Rack</a> and I both about peed our pants when we saw this development. I'm told there was also some hugging going on between the two this week and I think we know what's next.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-4237018113135874002008-10-12T14:38:00.002-05:002008-10-12T14:44:07.274-05:00Finn does chalk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2935667868_4a5e2a9cf1_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2935667868_4a5e2a9cf1_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-22964381045398923642008-09-22T23:37:00.007-05:002008-09-22T23:54:38.309-05:00Still here...still driving cars...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2880717145_e6d727c19c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2880717145_e6d727c19c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />and learning how to get dressed...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2880717071_0d1c627955_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3074/2880717071_0d1c627955_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-18189151780475908712008-08-25T12:34:00.005-05:002008-09-22T23:55:53.477-05:00Summer SweetieToday most of the local kidlets are off to start the new school year and it has me thinking about summer coming to an end. I'm completely looking forward to Autumn, but trying to savor the remains of summer for the next month or so. I shared some shots of this little girlie on the <a href="http://www.seedlingsphotography.com/blog">photo blog</a>, but thought I'd share more here. They make me completely jealous of those of you with little girls and I hope you had the chance to let yours run around barefoot in the grass in light summer dresses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2797286458_f3494ed076_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3289/2797286458_f3494ed076_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2796441955_523f8c8914_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3067/2796441955_523f8c8914_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/2797287138_2734e3fe6c_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/2797287138_2734e3fe6c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love this shot with the bubble perfectly poised above her head.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/2796442589_0773e3e639_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3078/2796442589_0773e3e639_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She looks sad, but I think she's just plotting to catch the next bubble because this next shot was seconds later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2797287642_c035bf1db7_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2797287642_c035bf1db7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The dress in these last shots is a continuation of my vintage children's clothing obsession. My 18 years older sister had some really darling dresses when she was little and now about 50 years later my niece can wear them. You have to check out the full size photo for the detail, but it is a light pink sheer cotton dress with embroidered tulips on it. More little girl jealousy from me right there! At least I get to photograph her prancing around in them.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-49062715676241868342008-08-12T17:31:00.004-05:002008-08-12T22:20:51.972-05:00Baby giftiesMy latest knitting endeavor involved making my very first pair of baby booties. I am not exactly a fan of dpns (although I have a feeling I'd like bamboo better than my slippery, little, metal skewers) and that is part of the reason I shy away from tiny little knits. The Saartje bootees, however...totally addicting. After running out of the leftover yarn I was using on the initial pair, I started this second pair.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2759020798_fd003fc431_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2759020798_fd003fc431_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These went to my friend's new baby along with this receiving blanket that I made. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3112/2758182749_88104aa69c_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3112/2758182749_88104aa69c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I know one other person expecting a baby this year (a boy), so I think I'll be adapting the pattern to make some boy friendly booties (have you browsed through these things on ravelry?!). And I have no doubt that any future babe of mine will be lucky enough to wear handknit booties. Sorry, Tot - I hope your baby feet weren't chilly in their store bought, ill-fitting socks.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-84961629374166294302008-08-05T12:59:00.004-05:002008-08-05T13:34:00.681-05:00I miss you!I'm talking to you, blog. I have good intentions, I even take photos of things to decorate your pages and hopefully make you enticing to our readers, yet I haven't taken the time to put it all together. And I miss that. Sooo...here I am and I pulled out one photo of one project to try to get back into the swing of things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2735514123_b29d9df7b7_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2735514123_b29d9df7b7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I made these coasters to warm a friend's new home... about a year ago. (The stitching doesn't really contrast with the fabric quite as much as it seems to in the photo.) These are from Last Minute Patchwork and Quilted gifts. I've since made one other set for myself, yet un-photographed, but being well-used in the next room. I also have at least three more pieces of fabric intended for coasters that haven't met with the sewing machine. Actually, I blame this all on my ancient machine and lack of a walking foot which is the suggested method for quilting these babies. The first set I used the standard presser foot and it, well, pressed them and made things a little difficult in a bunching up sort of way. For the second set, I tried a darning foot that I found on ebay. This method probably yielded worse results as it didn't hold the fabric AT ALL. Not to mention I did them with the Tot grabbing my arm every so often, thereby yanking the fabric off course. Sooo....if you come across a walking foot for an old Elna sewing machine....I will love you! I'll even make you some coasters!jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-77644293565262857512008-07-07T19:03:00.002-05:002008-07-08T11:33:11.511-05:00A few of my favorite thingsI've been tagged by...well, <a href="http://ajknitting.blogspot.com/">Amanda</a> and <a href="http://cararolinson.blogspot.com/">Cara</a>. 5 things I cannot live without.<br /><br />"Name five things that you can't live without. It can't be a person, it has to be something material that actually makes your life easier. It can't be something in general, it must be exact. Also, it can't be the obvious like a cell phone or computer."<br /><br />1. Chapstick. If I leave the house without it, especially if I'm going to be eating while I'm out, I would go mad without Chapstick. If I ever think about participating in something like Survivor where you can't take anything with you...I know that I just wouldn't be able to do it because I don't think I could survive without it.<br /><br />2. Dairy. It plays such a crucial role in so many wonderful things that I love to eat... I just can't imagine going without.<br /><br />3. Fabric. And if I had to choose a single fiber, I think it would be cotton. I love fabric and I use it every day, all day, in so many different ways.<br /><br />4. My glasses or contact lenses. Seriously blind without them and I occasionally wonder what life would be like if I weren't able to see clearly. (This is assuming that laser surgery to correct my vision were not an option. Boy we have it good in 2008.)<br /><br />5. At first it took me a while to think of a fifth necessity, and now I have two similar items: stroller and shopping cart. I think both are invaluable in managing to be out and about with a baby, yet both have their own limitations, so I couldn't decide between the two.<br /><br />I'm gonna tag <a href="http://drbabymamadrama.blogspot.com/">DrDrama</a>.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-64061154604279832562008-06-16T07:24:00.003-05:002008-06-16T07:55:31.248-05:00UnfaithfulSo....despite my recent post about not being able to have much time to blog, I've committed some time to writing a new blog. I've started a <a href="http://www.seedlingsphotography.com/blog">photo blog</a> for Seedlings Photography to share the latest in my photo world. Please visit me <a href="http://www.seedlingsphotography.com/blog">there</a> and feel free to comment... I could really use some blog love to get things going!jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-853241856188810774.post-21298037199212381742008-06-12T11:48:00.004-05:002008-11-02T18:54:02.462-05:00fever sleepWell, it turns out my big boy wanted to show me just how much he still needs me. We've begun day three of a fever here, day three of me basically holding the tot all day long. Tuesday night his fever spiked to 104 and after getting it down, we were able to put him to bed. But, I first had to take the opportunity for a photo session that otherwise would have never occurred. When Finn was a newborn, I never quite got the wonderful photos of him that I had hoped for. So, this sort of makes up for it. It was of course unplanned, so the shots are not perfect and it was at 10:00 at night, but I'm sure I will treasure them for a long time. Here's one of my sweet baby. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2573529578_e56811ec87_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2573529578_e56811ec87_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I hope this ends soon and he's back to running and laughing. It's so sad to not hear him talk for such a long period of time. I did actually witness a laugh and smile in his dreams on Tuesday night which was such a nice relief. Hope all your babes stay well.jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02103197313811835323noreply@blogger.com2