Not bad. Just hard. 

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Joining Ginny.

Yesterday was a hard day. I wouldn’t call it a bad day, because there were some good moments, like enjoying a cup of tea during the kids’ nap time and entering and exiting Costco within 25 minutes without my children screaming or throwing samples at people. But it was hard. I woke up an hour late and barely had time to shower and shove food down my childrens’ throats before rushing out the door to make it to Sam’s gymnastics class on time. I didn’t have time to start a fire before we left, so the house was freezing by the time we returned home. The kids were tired today because they shared a room last night for the first night: they spent two hours laughing and playing instead of sleeping and it showed today. After returning home, they had meltdowns and I had to carry two screaming kids up to their respective rooms (not an easy task when you’re 20 weeks pregnant) and practically throw them in their beds. They each took a three hour nap so that sort of made up for the tantrums.

Sort of.

Like I said, it wasn’t a bad day. But it was a hard day. My patience was tested and I found myself walking out of the room a few times to just separate myself from everyone and have a moment of peace and to breath deeply. I was angry and frustrated and just…tired. Maybe it’s the pregnancy. Maybe it’s because I’m not sleeping well because I keep waking up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. I carry my babies low on my bladder. Lucky me.

The nighttime routine wasn’t so stressful. The kids ate their dinner without much protest and then it was shower time, followed by a few shows. Gabe came home from work around 6:00pm and he cleaned the kitchen while I put the kids in the shower. At bedtime he read them a story and put them in their beds. It was nice having someone there to help, even for a little bit.

Not a bad day. But I’m glad it’s over.

Oh yes, my knitting. The purpose of my Wednesday posts. I was planning on showing off the mystery gift that I’ve been featuring on Instagram this past week but I blocked it at my parents’ place and have yet to pick it up. So maybe next week. Do good intentions excuse me from finishing a Christmas gift three weeks after Christmas? I hope so. I’m sort of in-between projects right now…working on little things here and there. I’m trying to finish the I-cord for Sam’s mittens tonight. At least I can cross that off my list. As you can see, my drawer of green tones is overflowing, so whatever I decide to knit next, it should probably be green.

I wanted to rearrange the kids play room before this baby arrives and I think I did a good job. We had a daybed built for the far right side of the room and after six months of staring at an exposed mattress, I finally managed to pick up some flannel sheets at Target a few days ago. I want to purchase a handmade quilt from Etsy because I think it will add a nice bit of color and give it a more farmhouse-y look. The stackable shelving is from Land of Nod and the adorable bee rug was purchased online from a discount designer site. I think after I add a few pictures to the wall and a throw pillow or two it will be perfect. One room down, five more to go.

What are you working on this week, my friends? Any projects on the books, knitting or otherwise?

It wasn’t supposed to snow

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I think I’ve been checking the weather every morning for the past month with the hope that snow might be in our forecast. It’s been predicted once or twice but nothing ever happened. Yesterday, it wasn’t supposed to snow at all, or even rain, and all of a sudden it was snowing. At first it didn’t stick but after a while a light coating of snow covered the entire farm and we bundled the kids up to play in the first snow of the year. It wasn’t much, and by the evening the snow turned to rain, but we appreciated it, nonetheless.

This was the first time Eddie had seen snow, and her reaction was truly priceless. She went from cautious, to bemused, to overjoyed and ended with a flat out temper tantrum when she realized how uncomfortably cold and wet she was. All of this occurred in a time frame of about fifteen minutes.

I learned something new yesterday.  Apparently Sam knows what a snowball is, and he knows the purpose of a snowball is to throw it at the intended target while they’re not looking. Where did he learn that, I wonder? (Death stare in Gabe’s general direction.)

Isn’t that the sweetest locket? It was a Chanukah gift from a dear friend and I absolutely adore it. This particular friend has a true talent; she always picks the most thoughtful gifts that are just right. Don’t you envy that ability? The necklace has a nice patina on the locket, and the chain is a dark bronze, giving it a very vintage look. I don’t know if I will ever get around to printing, cutting and glueing photos in it, because, well, I know me, and I rarely get around to doing things like that, but I will wear it frequently, regardless of what is, or isn’t inside.

The artist is a local woman from Washington state, and you can find her Etsy store here.

the very first chanukah

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It obviously isn’t our first Chanukah. We’ve been celebrating Chanukah as a family since before our first was born but in so many ways this year feels like our first real Chanukah. It’s the first time at least one of our kids (Sam) has figured out what’s going on and his utter joy and excitement each day when he realizes that tonight is indeed another night of family, prayers, food, dreidel and of course, presents is just making this Chanukah seem better than any Chanukah in the past. It’s different when your kids are still infants, and you’re shoving gifts and latkes (fried potato patties) in their face, and they are just staring blankly back at you wondering why you’re doing all this weird stuff and interrupting their normal bedtime routine. It’s like throwing a party but the guest of honor never shows up. Yes, of course, Chanukah is a religious holiday and while we always keep that in the forefront of our minds, celebrating the holiday with children just makes it so much better. Watching Sam devour his third latke at dinner, I said to Gabe, “This is why we had kids.”

The photos are of the first night. Most of our decorations are homemade and made from colored paper and items from the dollar bin at Michael’s. Sam insisted on wearing his dinosaur pajamas all day and because I was too busy preparing for the evening’s festivities, I allowed it. My parents came over and my mom helped me cook while Gabe and my dad entertained the kids and talked about manly things, I’m sure. Probably bees and hunting.

The kids were overjoyed with their gifts. Typically we give a “big” present on the first night and then each night the gifts become progressively smaller. I suppose you could say gifts given on the seventh and eighth nights are the equivlent to what Christians refer to as stocking stuffers. Not everyone does it this way, but it was how I was raised and so I decided to carry on the tradition with our kids. Eddie received a new pair of pajamas and a wooden Kuerig, complete with wooden coffee pods, mugs, and cream and sugar. She loves watching me make coffee every morning and has always been fascinated by the Keurig. I thought it would be a hit and I was right. She and Sam have been “making” me coffee for four days straight. Sam also received new pajamas as well as a 180 piece set of Goobis, which are basically little magnetic sticks with magnetic balls and plastic joints for making structures. He absolutely loves them. It was a perfect first night.

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