Tuesday, May 14, 2013

No more monkeys jumping on the bed!

Sunday morning play time on mom and dad’s bed.  They had a great time until the end when they grabbed each other, tipped over, and bonked heads.  I wonder how many good times throughout history have ended because someone bonked heads with someone else.  Probably happens in sky diving on occasion, ruining the thrill and psychotic joy one has while plummeting to a possible death, and all thanks to a head-bonking headache.  George and Judy therefore, preoccupied with rubbing their heads, failed to notice how close they were to the ground and along with the failed observation, didn’t release their parachutes on time.  I think this is why the “No more monkeys jumping on the bed” song has lasted so long, and with years of repetition, allowing its thoughtful advice to squirm into the psyche of many a wise listener.

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Just before the bonk.

Three…not terrible like the twos but not far behind!

The young misses have turned 3 and with great grace and poise.  Of course, like many languages, words loose their meanings with time or are distorted so I might be using “grace and poise” incorrectly.  Whatever etiquette goes with the delicately licking the frosting off of the top of the cupcakes or whichever goes with licking the side of the cake before it’s even been sliced (sorry I didn’t warn any of you party goers, but she wasn’t sick and I didn’t want to upset anyone Smile ).  Whatever etiquette goes with jumping on the trampoline with a cup full of root beer or screaming in a high enough pitch that glass is tempted to shatter (glass can have a very strong will when needed and won’t always succumb to the pressure high pitches).

We had a lovely party with the cousins.  The girls got their first Barbie dolls, uh-oh.  They were actually doll versions of Merida from Brave and Rapunzel (aka :  “Blondie” ) from Tangled and were therefore not as busty as the usual Barbie dolls, after all, they are both about Skipper’s age.  Grandma & Grandpa W. got them a little kitchen, which they love, with plastic food and pots and pans.  I’m in the midst of completing their blankets, but at least aunt Rhi made them some for their dolls.  Elizabeth walked around all morning with her doll wrapped in its blanket.  Aunt Jodi brought a tiger pool and a book.  The girls keep trying to get me to open the pool but I’m just not yet ready for the commitment of keeping the water clean, sand out, and whatever responsibilities come with an inflatable pool.  We’ll wait till it’s hotter out and I can find someone gulli…kind enough to blow it up for us. I believe they had a wonderful 3rd birthday.

Sleeping Beauties

Here are two examples of angels.  These rare beings can only be found for about 2 hours between 3pm and 5pm.  I love them to bits and they make me laugh, scream, and cry only like little banshees can.

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Right brain expressed and a love for beautiful fabrics

I have gone quilt crazy as of late and am loving it.  One has to take advantage of one’s mood when possible and my mood was cutting, fabric, sewing, and possible blindness.  Here’s a collection of my work and the reason why I am so sleep deprived and the muscles in my eye lids twitch for, it is after the kids get in bed or nap that I get most of my sewing done.  If only I could get into a cleaning mood or a scrap booking mood or a laundry mood or a weeding mood, if only.

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There will be more if this mania continues or my fabric runs out.

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