Gotten over my distress

And am on the far side of my most recent crafty project. So, Christmas presents are back on. Phew. I won't say it things are perfect, but your gifts will be made with love. A big old honking dollop of love. And a lot of trial and error.

Not what you wanted

I know you don't come to this blog to read about ME. But oh, well, you are going to be a tad disappointed today. Here is C39's and my New Year's Photo:



In the meantime, a 7 am update on the girls:

Q2 is washing every surface she can reach and C4 is sleeping. Q2 has been waking up MUCH too early every morning. And this morning was no exception. She woke before 5 am to use the toilet (which she has used three times since, as well. I think it was the 5 prunes she ate yesterday?) and has not gone back to bed. Before 6 am she was yelling up to me "Mumma come down I want breakfast!"

So, I'm up, too.

Crafty

Lest you think I've given up on being crafty, think again. I made a slapdash pretty sloppy cover for my hot water bottle (which, despite it's sloppiness, is exceedingly wonderful) the other night, and I'm planning and working on next year's Christmas presents.

Except I have spend two hours fighting with my sewing maching. Part of it was user error. Fine, a big part. But I'd never had these multiple problems before. Over and over today. And part of it is the fact that the machine will not go through doublefold bias tape and one layer of fabric unless I hand crank it. I'm not hand cranking the whole thing. So, I've got to decide what to do next ... skip the bias tape? buy a new maching? borrow one?

So, if I can't get this sorted out I won't be making Christmas presents. I felt so on top of things, too.

Cough, cough

Q2 was coughing all day, just little ones.

Q2: Ech. [wait 5 seconds)] Ech. [wait 5 seconds)] Ech. [wait 5 seconds)] Ech. [wait 5 seconds)] Ech. [wait 5 seconds)] Ech. [wait 5 seconds)] Ech.
E38: Q2, you OK?
Q2: I have a butterfly in my throat. Ech. [wait 5 seconds)] Ech.

Afternoon visit

C4 & Q2 rushed up the stairs and asked us if we could invite Z3 over. Sure. So I asked C4 to call.

I dialed, and then handed her the phone.

L (Z3's mom): Hello
C4: Hello, may I speak to Z3 please?
L: And who is this?
C4: Hello this is C4. I wanted to have popcorn and cheese I brought up the plate from the basement so we can have it just like last time.
L: Oh, hello C4! I'll get Z3.
Z3: Hello!!!
C4: Do you want to come over?
Z3: Yes!

It was the cutest, silliest thing!!


Later ... asking C4 and Q2 what their favorite parts of the day were ...

Q2: Pee!
E3: You liked peeing best?
Q2: NOOOOO!
C4 (getting on the bandwagon): Poo!
E38: You liked pooing better than having Z3 over today?
C4: No, equal.

Well, it's hard to argue with that.

Walking the dogs

Back in November/December we started walking our neighbor's dog, as she prepares for a hip replacement and really isn't mobile. Just once a week, tops. The first time we went, we all went, thinking C4 & Q2 would really enjoy it.

Wrong. Maybe because it was cold, but they didn't enjoy it so much. Since then C39 has walked the dogs a few times, and has gone alone each time.

Today C39 swung by our house so the girls could say hi to Sweetie, Bertie, and Berry.

And that is about all they wanted.

Knock knock

I knocked on C4's door to see if she was getting dressed and instead she was sitting in the very middle of her bed, reading a book Open me, I'm a dog! by Art Spiegelman out loud. Q2 jumped into bed with her and now they are reading together.



Awwww.

*M48, if you read this blog & if you recognize the book, that's because you gave it to C4 when she was born!