Saturday, May 31, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
It was about 95 degrees outside so we had a small Wii tournament going on upstairs at some point but it was a wonderful time with great friends!!! Cooper enjoyed his first cake and we hosed off the chair (and him). Now that Cooper is one, maybe it is time to start considering another little one......hmmmm......husband having heart attack.........
In honor of his nickname, we had a monkey themed party. I made a Monkey Number 1 onesie and matching hat for him to wear. The invites which I received a million compliments on, was created by SafiaStyle , wait until they see the matching Thank-you Cards! The banner was made using this 6" by 6" sampler pack of monkey paper from Barking Dogs Boutique. I simply used some 1/2" red fabric binding and tucked them in and glued it together.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
At this point he seems shocked and says yes again and I notice he is covering his nose, looking in his hand and then covering his nose again. So I say "Chase, you didn't brush your teeth did you" and again he says "yes, I did" covering his nose.
So there I have the dead give-a-way that he is not telling the truth. He is checking his nose to make sure it isn't growing like pinocchio's........kids, I tell ya.....they crack me up!!!!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Today I opened my email and received wonderful news (to me at least). Not only were my backordered 2D Zoo bolts shipped but somehow they found 2 bolts of Mocca for me which were supposed to be out of stock until the end of June.....she has no idea where they found it to ship but I am not complaining!
Now I have 4 beautiful bolts of fabric that have been sold out for months showing up at my house on Monday, Happy Mother's Day to me!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football , hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us.
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
I made this photo throw pillow this morning for my MeeMaw using some of my new fabric from Amy Butler's Midwest Modern Collection. It took me maybe and hour (because of the photo layout) and I love the way it came out!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Don't have a favorite fashionable apron to wear? Their are sooooo many beautiful aprons on Etsy, and my adult size craft aprons are on their too now!