Monday, July 31, 2006

Dinner With a 2 Year Old

The only thing more exciting than dinner with a 2-y-o is dinner with my son's 3 (ages 7, 4, and 2). We went to Appleby's. Jack stood next to me in the booth for the hour and a half we were there, with a grip on the neck of my shirt that he seldom relaxed. He was loud and silly. When his momma put the straw hotpad on her head he shrieked, grabbed it, and put it on my head - then told the restaurant that it was a Bob da Mato hat. He put it on his head, back on my head, back on his head, until it fell down behind )we were at the end of the row, so there was nothing behind us. He wore my watch for 2 or 3 seconds, then carefully placed it as high as he could reach on the wooden venetian blind. He stirred my salad with his applesauce spoon, telling me he "fix food for you, Yaya."

The best part (being there was more fun than you are having reading about it, I'm sure), for me, and the thing that just about had me wetting myself, was when he put the dessert menu over his face and said, "Where me go? I can't find me! Here I am!" The waitress, in a vain attempt to distract him, gave him a balloon. We petted the balloon, talked to the balloon, "lost" the balloon, kissed the balloon, looked at people through the balloon...and all at full volume. I'm sure you had to be there, but I was, and I'm still grinning. His momma is checking his cold medicine to see if it causes exciteability...

Aaargh! Avast Ye!

My pirate name is:

Calico Mary Flint

Often indecisive, you can't even choose a favorite color. You're apt to follow wherever the wind blows you, just like Calico Jack Rackham, your namesake. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

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Sunday, July 30, 2006

Making Progress

I worked on the quilt last night until Cassie called from their camping trip on the Eastern side of the state. I talked to Jack, who did not want to give up the phone, and who wanted to "go Yaya's house." They'll be back today, and their dogs will go home. I miss Jack now, and I will miss the dogs when they leave. They don't say much, but they are a lot of company. Francesca, the mini doxie, raised Grace, the big hound-rott mix. Grace tries really hard to be a lap dog, like Francesca, but somehow it just doesn't work.

Anyway, one of the photos is me, holding up my first quilt square on the day Sonja was teaching me and getting me started. The second photo shows the layout I tried yesterday. The green background will be the color that joins the squares, and the photo shows all the completed squares to date. I prepared 12 more squares for sewing. Maybe I'll work on them today.

Later, I browsed a lot of quilting sites online. There are thousands of free quilt patterns out there. (Also thousands of free knitting, crocheting, cross stitch, etc patterns. Just type "free-whatever" in your search.) I began to get a headache, looking at so many. For now I will focus on my little 9-patch. I finally understand Aunt Helen's quilt frame, though. The completed quilt would be stretched on the frame, horizontally. All the ladies at the quilting bee would sit around the four sides and handquilt a pattern of stitches into the quilt, joining the quilt top, batting, and backing. Now Sonja does that with a computerized card in her sewing machine. I wonder if the quilting bee ladies would think it magic? In a way, it is.

Methodist Squirrels

There were four country churches in a small TEXAS town: The Presbyterian Church, the Baptist Church, the Methodist Church and the Catholic Church. Each church was overrun with pesky squirrels.

One day, the Presbyterian Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels. After much prayer and consideration they determined that the squirrels were predestined to be there and they shouldn't interfere with God's divine will.

In the Baptst Church the squirrels had taken up habitation in the baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistery and drown the squirrels in it. The squirrels escaped somehow and there were twice as many there the next week.

The Catholic group got together and decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God's creation. So they humanely trapped the squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days later, the squirrels were back.

But -- the Methodist Church came up with the best and most effective solution. They baptized the squirrels and registered them as members of the church. Now they only see them on Christmas and Easter.

*As a Methodist for the past 47 years, I can attest to the truth of this...

Thursday, July 27, 2006

For the Quilt lady

May your new quilting adventure be as successfull as your new blog!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Birthing a Quilt

I had done a post to go along with the photo under "A Quilt is Born" but it seems to be missing...although the photo remains. This is my first-ever quilt, something I have wanted to do for many years. Last week the time seemed right, so I called my work friend, Sonja. Sonja creates the most beautifully exquisite quilts I ever have seen. We went shopping on Wednesday, and $70 later, I had a stack of fabric in beautiful colors of purple, blue, pink, yellow, green.

Per Sonja's instructions, I took everything home and washed it all. I hated putting that pretty fabric in the washer! But I do follow directions, and did as told. On Thursday I packed it all up, along with the sewing machine, and hauled it al over to Sonja's house. I learned to use the rotary cutter (slick!)and how to iron the seams in one directionk and to sew strips together and then cut them to make patches. Sonja says this quilt is a '9-patch.' That means I put 9 squares together to make one larger square. We finished 9 squares that afternoon, and I haven't touched it since. Maybe this afternoon, if I can get past this vague dizziness that is affecting me. For now, though, I think I'll head back to the couch.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Creativity takes a backseat in this weather...

Really, I could hardly wait to get working on my quilt, but it has been so hot I didn't want to sweat all over that pretty material. It's also been too hot to work on the baby's Christmas stocking. During last night we finally began to have some relief. The weathercaster said the Pacific Ocean is our best air conditioner, and it was moving in on us somehow, sending cooler air our way. It was at least 15 degrees cooler today, and most welcome. Maybe we're done with the awful heat now, although we are having a water shortage. There are a number of wild fires in these northwestern states. I'll be praying for the rain that will replenish our water supplies, and put out the fires.

And maybe, tomorrow, I'll get out the sewing machine.

Sick Baby

As if this heat wave weren't bad enough, little Jack is sick. He has been coughing and fussy for a few days, but yesterday his mama noticed that he was just burning hot, even in the pool. She didn't have much luck getting his temp until sometime during the night when his underarm temp was 101. Seems to me that meant his actual internal temp was even higher. Bless her, she called me in the middle of the night to ask if I could stay with him today because he couldn't go to daycare with a temp. No problem. And it wasn't a problem, except I am not used to being alert for so long. At home here, I can doze off. Jack and I had a nice day. We didn't do too much of anything, just kind of relaxed and took it easy. Jack covered Gracie (the dog, and a whole story unto herself) with his sheet so she could "go s'eep." Gracie wasn't very appreciative and kept getting up. Undaunted, Jack would cover her again the next time she plopped down long enough.

I had just mentioned that he would be going down for his nap soon when he brought his sheet and his binky and climbed up in my lap. He was asleep in moments. I sat and relished the feeling of a sleeping child in my arms...until my hip began to ache. Then I scootched out from under him and he lay curled up, sound asleep, for another 2 hours. Between not sleeping well with the heat, and not feeling good, the little guy slept a good, long time.

My son, as fine a man as I ever have known, is single parenting this week while his wife is out of town on a business trip. His dear little guys are so fun, and so active, that I know he must be exhausted. I wonder if they all are piled up in bed with him? It wasn't easy for me to sit on the couch during my visit. As my Steve puts it, his kids don't believe in the laws of physics, and continue to try to occupy the same space as each other, their parents, or their gramma.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Monday, July 17, 2006

My Post Where?

I did a new post, and it isn't here. I wonder what happened to it? Did I dream it? Now, what was it about? I can't remember...I wonder if I dreamt it?

Mick da Mouse

My little grandson, Jack, has an accent. I'm not sure where he gets it, because we're all from around here, but his mother had one at the same age, so maybe it's genetic. Jack loves VeggieTales, and especially loves Bob da Mato (Bob the Tomato). This morning when Jack and Mama stopped by on their way to daycare, I gave Jack some Mickey Mouse graham crackers. "Dem Mick da Mouse?" he asked me? Well, yes they are. He generously doled out one for me, one for Mama, crammed his mouth full, and began to worry. "Where da phone? Where da mote (remote)? Put on shoes, Yaya. Come on, I pull you up."

I love having them stop by in the morning. I was just getting up, and I think a hug from a 2 1/2 yo is the best way to wake up. We were sitting in the living room when Mama said it was time to go to school. "Not yet," said Jack. "Later. In a minute." and he closed the door, just in case we tried to sneak him out when he wasn't looking.

DD noticed recently that he needed something lighter to cover up with at night with this heat wave. Most of Jack's blankets were too small to be useful now that he has grown so much, so I went to Joanne's on Saturday and found some really cute cotton print: Winnie the Pooh and Suzy's Zoo. Yesterday I hemmed 2 sheets and made 2 little pillowcases. I hope he has happy dreams sleeping with those; I prayed as much love as I could into them while I worked on them.

This morning I am meeting my buddy, Mona, at Curves. We're both hoping to get ourselves back into regular exercise. I quit last winter when my back bothered me so much. Ironically, it's exercise and losing weight that I need to relieve my back pain...I don't even need to see doctors anymore. No matter what's wrong with me, I know the answer is, "Lose weight." Urinary tract infections? Headache? Muscle spasm? Acid reflux? Diabetes? The cure for all of these is Lose Weight. What do doctors tell skinny people? I'll bet skinny people are doomed to suffer until death, because they don't have weight to lose...

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Jiggedy Jig...

What a great trip I had! Left Tacoma-Seattle in the wee hours of the morning, July 2, for Houston, Bush International Airport. Why would anyone go to Houston in July you ask? Only a fish would willingly visit a place where the air is so humid you have to wade through it. A fish, or a gramma with three little grands to visit. (I'm the gramma, not the fish.)

I deplaned about 6:30 am, then began the long trek to baggage claim. After about a 3-mile walk, I sat down to watch the carousel disgorge its lumps of luggage-like matter. Suddenly, behind me, I heard shrieking and shouts of "Gramma!" My son and his two oldest (ages 31, 7, and 4) were there to greet me - and they already had my bag. Seems I was at the wrong carousel, and my bag has bright yellow footprint stickers on it to enable it to be spotted in a sea of black luggage, so they were already way ahead of me...and I never caught up for the rest of my visit.

It was nine wonderful days of Gramma watch me, Gramma wanna play uno, gramma I'm hungry, Gramma are you was, in short, the best nine days a gramma could spend. The littlest one, so cute, and with eyes that take up half his little face, even decided (about day 8) that I wasn't so bad: "Gramma cookie...cookie JAR!" he sang. Who me? Couldn't be... but still he cried when I held him. Next visit should be the magic one, when he accepts gramma.

I can't imagine that DS and his beautiful wife get through any day without laughing themselves silly. The children are so funny! The oldest spends most of his time not doing whatever he is told/asked to do. (I can't clean my room, mom told me to put my books away; I'm busy not doing that right now.) The middle one is driven by her need to do everything her big brother does. Competitive is not her middle name, but it could be. And the baby is always a few steps behind the others, but never far away. Except when he got mad at me and put himself down for a nap. It began to be consistent that I would find him back in his crib, sound asleep, when he disappeared. My son began to ask me to 'watch' the kids, rather than to babysit, if he had to be gone. Mostly because what I mostly did was watch the kids tear around, get into things, destroy the living room... you get the picture, I'm sure. It isn't that I meant to not take care of them, but I did get distracted sometimes. Anyway, they were still alive when I left, in spite of how hard they tried to kill each other off...

And so, I arrived home in the wee hours of the morning, July 11, DS' 32nd birthday. How lonely it feels here. Home again, home again, jiggedy jog.