Archive for March, 2008
Baby Ducks. A sure sign of spring. These little guys (or girls?) only a few days old now will be joining us when we move to our new home. The big boy is curious but he seems to have better things to do. The small boy loves them. He goes over to the box and points and shrieks. I take one out to show him and he continues pointing and shrieking. So I take out another. Maybe he has a favorite? This goes on and I conclude that he will only be happy when he is in the box with them. My husband grew up on farm chores and the tradition will continue. Duck egg omelette anyone?
And a thanks to readers for helping me get to my first big blog milestone. I appreciate all those who read and comment. I have enjoying writing this blog much as I have enjoyed reading the many, many fabulous blogs I’ve found out there. It’s a pleasure meeting you all. Say ‘hi’ if you haven’t already. I’m looking forward to the next 100 posts.
I always find these to be fun…. search engine terms people use to find your blog. I haven’t kept a really good record but here are a few recent ones.
Fat man on a couch
farmer in the dell…what is a dell
meaning of yeast
does sourdough starter change if moved
But I find myself at a threshold I can’t cross. I have to draw the line on chaotic. I really don’t want to discount the great feedback from readers saying “Go for it!” Part of me wants to stay ‘all Chez Moi’ but a little more is saying… stop the madness. My feeling is that the top should really be the standout. If it has to compete with the backing then something is wrong. Soooo…. here’s the new choice. It’s a lovely soft green print in the economical 108″ width. I’m off to the machine quilter next week and by May it will be finished. I’m going to use the other fabric for some decorator accents – pillow or window treatments.
With my boys it is anyway. It has all the elements of great competitive drama. There’s physical contact – real mano-a-mano. There’s sweating, grunting, cursing (me anyway, at least not from the boys… yet), and screaming. I never thought I’d say this but the big boy is getting much better on outings. It’s the small boy that’s a train wreck.
At this stage, there are three modes of traveling with the small boy.
1.) Carry him = lots of wiggling, some shrieking and damn, he’s getting heavy
2.) Let him walk and try to hold his hand = often results in the limp body on the floor or at the very least, massive contortions that end up with me clutching scraps of coat
3.) Let him walk solo = a toddler with no sense of danger or appropriate behavior in public
Yup, good times.