No newsflash, that, eh? I've gotten set up to say something at some point or another many times but have just run out of time. The bread turned out tasty but not very puffy. I did take pictures but, of course, don't have them. And if you think I'm going to go upstairs to get it, you would be very mistaken. I wish I'd brought it down, though, so that y'all could see the utterly adorable bears we made in class today with the little people. Friend Cindy, for whom I am working, got us set up to do this and I got to help by making little fabric clothes to glue on these paper-doll bears (we were reading Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear?) I took a photo with all the children and their bears...too cute. Of course, what Friend Cindy didn't realize is that I am a Lifetime Member of the Not-Fun Mom Club so she was taking a big risk getting me to help her with this project. It worked out well anyway.
Heard in my house recently:
Abby: "Dad, when I grow up, I'm going to marry Aragorn (the cat)."
Dad: "You shouldn't marry outside your own species."
Abby: "Nevertheless, I'm going to marry Aragorn."
Let's see, what else? Oh, apparently I am a "cool mom" to some of the teenagers at our enrichment classes. One of the moms came up and told me that today. I must have looked at her like she had 2 heads. The mom said that her daughters think that the way I interact with the children (mine and other peoples') is hilarious. Score one for the home team! At least someone else's children think I'm cool.
I finally (and yes, it was that excruciating) ordered the yarn for Friend Husband's sweater. It is here, and if you scroll down to the "wine" color, that's the one. I sure hope it works out ok. The sweater itself is the one on the front of this book. I'm excited but a little anxious about the whole thing (which would be borne out by the fact that I couldn't get the yarn ordered at all). I don't want to make something that he will end up hating. I guess I can wear it if he hates it.
Well, the brain is fried and two of my beloved daughters are breathing down my neck to use the computer so I must go away now.
1 comment:
Are you the cool mom because you don't talk to your girls like they are idiots? I've gotten that myself. I refuse to talk down to a child (although I talk baby talk to the cat... go figure). I suppose because I treat the children in the same way I expect to be treated...
Ok, you cool mom.... you go be cool and work on that sweater. (our house is always 75 degrees even in the midst of winter (geothermal heat and south glass wall). the thought of wearing a sweater makes my hormone crazed 41 year old bod go into severe twitches LOL)
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