Lasso The Moon

Poetry Wednesday--Frazzeled

Why I'm Not Getting Anything Done Around Here

Wake up, Mom!  I'm ready to eat.
Put on my bib, and pull out my seat.

Wait, what's this?  I didn't want toast.
Today it's cereal that I want most. 

Oops!  My juice just jumped right out of my cup!
Hurry!  Get a towel to clean it up!

I'm all done, Mom.  For goodness sake,
Run upstairs--Baby Efan's awake.

Change his diaper.  Yuck. P.U.
When you're done with that, mine's dirty, too.

Mom, I need you!  Hold you me.
I fell off the bed, and bumped my knee.

It's ouchie, Mommy.  I need band-aye.  (band-aide)
That's better, Mom.  Now let's go play.

Read me a book, push me on the swing.
Let's go for a walk; Put the babe in his sling.

Who needs naptime?  I'm too big for those.
Instead, get the polish, and paint my toes.

Baby's cryin!  He wanna nurse.
(And while you're busy, I'll look in your purse...)

I could go on for days with this silly rhyme,
But Emma's on the loose, and I don't have the time...

Sweater Balls

    I got a little carried away making these balls for baby gifts.

     They were so fun, I just couldn't stop.  And Emma had a great time throwing them all over the house.  I am saving some of them for gifts, but I added the rest to my Etsy Shop.
    They are all made from recycled, felted wool sweaters, and they are about 5 inches across.  And the best part is that they are fully washable and dryable.  In fact, washing and drying actually make them stronger, since the sections felt together even more.

    Emma saw these ball "skins" that were waiting to be stuffed, and said, "Oh no, Mommy!  Balls popped!"

Paci Purge

    There has been so much happening here that it has been nearly impossible to post.  Last Sunday, my big girl gave up her pacies.  We went all around the house, looking under couches and beds, and found an amazing number of pacifiers.  We put them all into a bag (including the one in her mouth) and put the bag on the front porch.  We told her that she was a big girl and didn't need them anymore, and that maybe there were some babies that needed them more than she did. 

    She was very brave, and a little sad, but after the rough night was over, she ventured out onto the porch to check the bag.  Amazingly, the bag was still there, but the pacies were all gone!  In their place were a stuffed animal, playdoh, bubbles, and three suckers!   We still miss the pacies, even after a whole week without them, but things are getting easier every day.  And I am one proud mama. 

blowout

**Warning: If you are easily grossed out, please do not read the following poem.  I considered not posting this one, but like so many of the others I've written lately, it helps illustrate the season of motherhood I am experiencing right now.  And its cheaper than therapy.**                      


                                Blow-Out

The mess makes me want to just run for the door,
But the sweet, filthy guy I just cannot ignore.
So I grab the wipes from the end-table drawer,
And start cleaning up this one I adore.
The wipes are piling up--one, two, three, four.
Soon there's so many I can't keep the score.
I'll have to replace them when I go to the store.
I think that I got it all...
                                    Nope, here's some more.
It leaked onto my pants and dripped on the floor.
It's under my nails and it stained the decor.
It's a deep shade of yellow that I've seen before.
Like that condiment in the refrigerator.

I used to like mustard, but not anymore.

Trolling Along

   
    Okay, here's an explanation for the troll totes.  While I was in Dallas a few months ago, my mom and I were shopping when Emma came across an old troll doll.  She was being gentle, so we let her play with it, and the whole time we were there she mothered that troll like it was a precious baby.  She rocked him, and talked to him, and kissed his little trolly lips.  And when we left (troll-less), she was very sad to leave him behind.  (But I could not pay $8 for a troll that I might find for 50 cents at a yard sale!)

    So, when I came across this cute, and only slightly creepy, troll sheet, I knew that I'd have to make her something with it.  The girl loves bags.  And the library.  So I made her a book bag.  I lined the whole thing with troll fabric, and cut out one of the less-creepy specimens for the patch on the front.  I used weaver's cloth for the body of the bag because it was sturdy without being bulky.  I chose the natural color to make it more ambiguous.

      So now she has her troll.  (Are you happy now, Mom?)  And I made a few more for the shop, if there are any more troll-lovers out there.  And the left-over troll fabric will be made into troll patches, in case someone would like to add a troll to something other than a tote.

Poetry Wednesday--Dressing Room

       The Dressing Room

The preacher asked me yesterday
To sing this Sunday morn,
But it's only been a month or two
Since my littlest was born.

And nothing in my closet
Fits me quite the way I'd like
Since my body had to stretch and swell
To grow the little tyke.

Before I even realize it,
I'm at the neighbor's dropping
The babes off for their noon-time nap
While Momma does some shopping.

The springtime colors beckon me,
The lace, the floral trims.
The girly, ruffled bodices,
And dainty, flowing hems.

I start to fill my arms with garb
Of every shape and style,
And soon I'm off to the dressing room
With a truly impressive pile.

I step into a pretty skirt,
And slide it past my hips.
But when I go to fasten it,
I just can't make it zip!

"This can't be right," I say aloud,
"I know this is my size."
But try as I might I just can't get
That stubborn zip to rise.

I guess that brand runs a little small.
I go back to the stack,
Maybe a skirt isn't what I need.
I'll try a pair of slacks.

But still no luck--I twist and gasp;
I do a little dance,
I even start to wonder,
Do they make shoehorns for pants?

This is crazy; this is nuts!
This calls for something drastic.
Dejectedly I grab a pair
With a waistband of...elastic.

They cut in at the waist too much,
And make me slightly lumpy,
But at least they fit.  There's no going back.
I'm starting to feel grumpy.

So I grab a shirt and slip it on
With a quick flick of the collar.
So far so good! I love the style
I think I'm looking taller!

But as I start to button up,
I see there is no way.
This prim and proper oxford
Looks more like a bustier!    (boo-stee-ay)

A nursing mom has more to hide
Than she ever has before.
And the sight of this sends me right over the edge.
I pack up and run for the door.

But what will I wear this Sunday to sing?
It's coming down to the wire.
I guess I'll wait till no one's around,
And snag a robe from the choir!

Movie Watching

This is all we saw as we watched "The Sound of Music" as a family this weekend.

Hey, down in front!

Craft A.D.D.

I am so excited to be feeling better, that I can't seem to finish a single project.  But here are some things that are cooking right now:

A project using vintage sheets...

A Treasure Tote for Emma (and a few more for the shop.)

Some baby gifts using thrifted sweaters.

Happy Easter

And this is the best shot we could get!

He Loves Me!

Okay, I guess there was no doubt that he loves me, but this really hits it home.  I saw him out in the yard the other day (before we had this ridiculous cold snap) and I thought he was fixing our shed.  When I asked him how it was going, he took me out and showed me this:

A beautiful custom-made compost bin!  I had rigged one together last year (barely) and it was not at all attractive.  I guess he got tired of looking at it!  The best thing is, that he used materials that we already had lying around.  The chicken wire was from the sorry bin I made myself.  And the wood was in the shed when we moved here.
    I can't say that he and I always see eye to eye when it comes to gardening practices, but that makes this gift all the better.  What a guy!