No surprise that the constant cover of white outside is making me crave brights. This pile of doll quilts is making me especially happy.

No surprise that the constant cover of white outside is making me crave brights. This pile of doll quilts is making me especially happy.


We're on an unscheduled second winter break over here. Two too cold for school days last week and a holiday and teacher's day this week and we're back in holiday mode. Oscar was showing some disturbing wii addiction symptoms so Tim pulled out this game that used to keep him entertained in his youth, rah rah monsters. These poor little guys are in constant peril, mostly from tanks. Oscar's been huddled on the floor, sharpie in hand for two days now. He's head to toe in marker and black stamp pad ink but he's the calmest and happiest I've seen him in weeks.

And as an added benefit, we finally get a turn.

My pic for this week’s A Doll a Week group. I have no idea if I’m playing by the rules — it might be just Blythe & the like — but what the heck. I’m going to play until they kick me out.
Here’s a gift for Phoebe from the best gift-giver ever, my Mom.

I think I mentioned pre-holiday that I had a happy customer service story to tell. Won’t come as much of a surprise that it’s Apple. I made my parents an Apple photo book for Christmas and it went missing. FedEx lost it. After months of scanning old family photos, cropping to the right dimensions, sorting by date, laying out a 50+ pg book, the stupid FedEx guy evidentally delivered it to the wrong address or dumped it in a snowbank and marked it as delivered. Apple sent me another copy, free, the day after I called them, express. Amazing. I love them. They saved Christmas. And they saved me from having a complete frickin nervous breakdown.

I ordered a hard cover book and it’s lovely. I want to make a bunch more. Maybe an annual one of the kids. It was super easy. I didn’t bother with captions or anything fussy, just photos laid out on white background with a black cover. I really don’t want to bother with albums anymore. They’re so bulky and the ones I have are all hodge podge and the kids want to rip the photos out of the sleeves and run off with them. And honestly, in this digital camera age I need something to force me to edit. I can fill a 200 photo album with just three months worth of photos. Maybe this way I can pick just one or two from the pumpkin patch instead of all 50 photos. Kids and pumpkins though.. just so cute.
Man! There’s nothing on this old blog here but pictures from Christmas. I need to bump some stuff down. Here’s a photo for today. Tim cut these silhouettes of the kids for me for Christmas. I love them so much. Now I just need to find cool old oval frames for them. Then I’m going to get working on one of my projects – hanging photos of my kids around my house. I have none. I know, worst mom ever. Actually it is not my fault. It’s an inherited trait from my mother who never had any photos of us up. The photos she has up are ones Tim and I have printed out and framed for them. So it’s either wait for Phoebe to grow up and do this for me and get on it.

I’ve been waiting for you for a looong time. Ring-a-ding-ding!! I’ve got plans for you, big ones. I’m going to unplug the wii iv, get these kids back to a normal routine, turn another year older and then I’m digging in. oh nine!
