tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59969573487496560172011-04-21T12:08:48.720-07:00Stephanienoreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-6342007012250646762008-05-10T09:19:00.000-07:002008-05-10T09:29:47.428-07:00

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I am continually learning (through the two small goobers below---not the dancing goobers) exactly how hard being a Mother can be. The more I learn (and the more grief the two goobers below give me), the more I appreciate all you did and are doing for me.You are one of the most generous people I know. And let's face it, you always knew how to have a good time.I know you

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-46122615165431598982008-05-08T12:48:00.000-07:002008-05-08T13:00:46.590-07:00

Just in case you're like me and you struggle with contentment, especially over how big your space isn't....(I feel claustrophobic just watching this video).My questions: 1. If you're that concerned about greenhouse gases, why not live in a tent? Or a spacious igloo? Or a tepee?2. Why must you use the word "tiny" so often?3. Do you have a wife, and, if so, is she tiny? Because, seriously,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-65057404336990995002008-04-23T04:07:00.000-07:002008-04-24T04:33:27.804-07:00

April has been a beautiful month. On top of the blessings of singing birds, yellow tulips, and 70 degree weather, I've had two weekends with road trips! Visiting Jenny in Indianapolis without kids was wonderfully refreshing. One double cheeseburger in my lap, a CD of Sherlock Holmes stories in the stereo, and a sunny open road. I was trembling with happiness. We visited the art museum,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-69138809822944849642008-04-09T11:58:00.000-07:002008-04-09T12:29:59.664-07:00

I have anticipated Friday for a long, long time. On Friday I am going to be free of younglings. On Friday I am finally visiting my sister in law. On Friday we are going to a Fiest concert. I am so, so psyched. (!!!!!!!!!)In celebration of the event I made myself and my sister in law new purses. This is the second and third purse I've ever made.I really like the pattern (found on the sidebar

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-73466923913110483762008-04-05T11:36:00.000-07:002008-12-11T19:38:36.931-08:00

A cheery spring hello to my five faithful readers. May you be blessed for stopping by to read the bits and pieces of my life that randomly happen to land on this page. A brief review of the last month: we all got sick, we had a lovely Easter, I painted the kitchen for the third time. Oh! And my wonderful brother in law just happened to have a genuine copy of Photoshop CS2 that he lovingly

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-8321123533141182142008-03-12T04:42:00.000-07:002008-03-12T07:25:32.081-07:00

Whenever someone has an old, overdeveloped, grainy photograph on the wall, don't you just have to go look at it? There's something about not only the age, but the non-perfection of it that makes it captivating. Old pictures are just life. Aunt Ethel is not looking at the camera, the baby started to cry, Dad didn't bother to smile. It's not "Pose for the twentieth time, kids, because I didn't

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-25365446992177678692008-03-05T12:13:00.000-08:002008-12-11T19:38:37.097-08:00

I am in love with the GIMP. No, I'm not referring to Husband, though I guess he is pretty great too. I mean the totally free graphics program. I have been lusting after Photoshop for a while now. I'm learning how to take better photos and post-shooting computer editing seems to be an important part of the process. Plus, the program is just plain cool. However, I do not have a free limb to

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-72797557393135791022008-02-28T11:23:00.000-08:002008-02-28T12:16:16.400-08:00

What's up, bloggity family of mine? We got a minuscule taste of the spring to come last week, and even though we're now buried in a foot of snow, it seemed to kick my winter blues. "This is the last snow I have to get through," I tell myself. I fully realize this may be a total lie, but hey, whatever it takes.Number of times I've taken the kids outside to play in the snow this winter: once.

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-4970550125057162842008-02-16T07:33:00.000-08:002008-02-22T12:35:44.132-08:00

Sewing machine is still in hiding. It came out for a brief romp when I made one of these, then I locked it away again. Don't worry; I'm not yet one of those Moms who gets that whistful look in her eye and says, "Oh yes, sewing...I used to have time for that..." One thing I know I've given up on is exercise. I've decided that I just don't care. And I don't really care if I'm supposed to care,

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-1425700526909949372008-02-08T13:34:00.000-08:002008-12-11T19:38:37.737-08:00

We're working hard over here. Our latest project is daily speech THerapy. Older child has always replaced th with f. A week ago I heard her singing Frosty the Snowman in her room: "Fumpity, fump, fump, Fumpity, fump, fump, Look at Frosty go!" Oh dear, we have got to do something about that.It's almost painful to watch her have to relearn where her tongue is supposed to be. No, it's not "Fank

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-15018555438853627782008-02-05T14:26:00.000-08:002008-12-11T19:38:38.091-08:00

Wishy washy winter rages on. One day I have mini frost drifts on my dining room carpet (no kidding), the next day swells the yard into a mini marsh. Check out our neighbor's yard (you have to look straight down to see ours...ha!). The sitting lakes, the bare trees, the overall grayness, and (my favorite part) the upside-down trampoline. Oh...so...ghetto.But look! New curtains thanks to

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-51980952109911274002008-01-30T14:17:00.000-08:002008-01-30T14:44:15.593-08:00

I finally finished quilting Phoebe's quilt. I'm trying not to have guilty mother syndrome. Hers ended up with two puckers on the back. Two tiny, little puckers. Eowyn's was pucker-free. Hopefully she won't compare and add the two wrinkles to her second-child syndrome. Now for my favorite, favorite part: binding. All that I need is a good movie and it will make for one snuggly evening.I

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-10526855553176902672008-01-25T04:46:00.000-08:002008-12-11T19:38:38.368-08:00

I'm afraid I'm going to go a bit crazy if Spring does not come, say, in February. My beloved 88 Corsica currently has no breaks, leaving us totally homebound after Husband goes to work. I try to tell myself peppy things about hibernation: "Just think, Self, of all the work you're going to have to do outside when Spring rolls around. You might as well hunker down and do all your inside

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-40754402753107617472008-01-21T12:58:00.000-08:002008-01-21T13:16:33.119-08:00

So we decided to quit Xanga, but have taken our dear sweet time doing it. Here we are at Blogger. Here's to another year of the delightful mix of wonderful inspiration and wasting time, dosed up with a few of my "I'm going to quit blogging" threats. Cheers. I finished Eowyn's quilt a while ago. She got it around Christmas time without a lot of fanfare. I thought about wrapping it, but

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-86613495446703555812008-01-15T08:02:00.000-08:002008-01-17T11:12:16.542-08:00

Two $3 frames from Wal-Mart, fourty-five minutes, and viola. Eowyn saw hers and giggled, "That's a picture of my crazy hair!" Phoebe's looks a little less recognizable, plus I added a little hair in an attempt to make her look like a girl. Maybe in six months I'll update hers. 1. Have your kids stand sideways with good posture and take a few pictures. I had Eowyn talk to Phoebe while I took

Stephanienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5996957348749656017.post-35291237153732142702007-12-01T11:03:00.000-08:002008-12-11T19:38:39.389-08:00

A well-basted quilt makes the quilting process a joy. A poorly basted quilt will make you never want to quilt again. Been there! I've never seen a tutorial for the way I baste my quilts. Read any beginner's quilting manual and it will instruct you to use safety pins or basting stitches. I've tried both methods and been incredibly frustrated by them. Not only do they not work for me, but I

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