Knitting

February 20, 2007 at 11:09 am (Uncategorized)

UGGH!This is all I can possibly muster. I tried a new pattern from knitty and let’s just say it didn’t go as planned. I worked the cables properly, they look great! It was the afterthought thumb that really stumped me. Which I didn’t know what it was called until I had done some reseach. So I did what I could, I tried to get help off the net – and it still came out wrong!! I think it would fit me if my hand was fatter and my wrist was fatter, and the piece was longer. I really need to get better with patterns so that I can adjust stitches and still have the piece turn out good.

I decided not to do the right hand because, really, what’s the point? Of course, Brody wears the left hand and has demanded that I “build” the other hand. 

I have decided to knit my own pair of socks (I’ve got one done so far). I finished Michael’s socks over the weekend and they are fantastic! Except the toes are different from each other – good thing he’s not picky!

Speaking of socks, Brody and Evan have requested a pair. Brody wants orange (such a popular color for yarn) and Evan would like black. I’m not sure if I’m going to make them or not, knitting for kids is really awful – especially socks because everything is so small! Ok, I’ll stop complaining.  I really need to knit something for them though, they have been seriously neglected on the knitting front.

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Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2007 at 12:17 pm (Uncategorized)

This year, Valentine’s Day means so much more than it has in past years. My marriage is better than it has ever been, my oldest son is in school, my youngest son crammed so much chocolate into his mouth that he couldn’t breathe… oh wait – that’s not different!Brody and I spent our evening creating Valentine bags for his class mates. He carefully counted all the chocolates into each separate bag, put 1 pencil and bottle of bubbles in each one. Recalling that Ethan loves blue – so he’ll get 3 blue Starbursts and yes, Isabella is still his girlfriend and she LOVES pink. He made all the decisions on the bags – right down to how I should tie the ribbon. He did ask where his bag was and could he make one for his brother. Evan on the other hand cried when I made him play with his dad and demanded bubbles from me. Such a big difference between a 3 yr old and a 4 yr old.

Honestly, Evan isn’t all that terrible – but there are certain conditions that need to be met if he is to be a good boy.

Number 1: he must be fed (a hungry boy will rip your head off and throw it on the ground).
Number 2: he absolutely cannot be tired (all heck brakes loose).
Number 3: Life is better if he’s watching Blue’s Clues or
Sesame Street.  Even better if it’s Teletubbies. Brody can be reasoned with (most times) – Evan is a screaming lunatic. I do love them so… sigh

I almost feel as though Evan is a 15 year old teenage girl. The way he acts and reacts is pointing me more and more to this direction.  He painted his fingernails the other day – right up to the first knuckle (best to be sure the nail is actually painted). He was so proud!!

We got the furniture professionally cleaned on Saturday. I can’t really tell a difference other than it turned Michael into a maniac with shoes, water, sippee cups, snacks, etc… No one can do anything worthwhile on that furniture anymore. Movies with popcorn? ha! good one. Eating dinner at a TV tray? Gone. I’ve had to tell him to chill out for goodness sakes! We have one room that we “live” in… the best we can hope for is that our children don’t rip the cushions to shreds with scissors. Scissors that I have personally taken from them 15 times already this week.

My husbands crazy idea: We have decided to sell our house so that Michael can become the next Donald Trump. I am scared, worried, hopeful, and excited all at once! I trust him with our living conditions. He assures me that we will be fine. Even if we are living in a van down by the river. Hopefully this will lead to us owning a bigger home at some point. In the meantime, we can rent a bigger house than the one we have now, probably for less money per month and my husband can fulfill a lifelong dream.  Of course I’m freaking out. Like you even needed to ask. My mantra is “i trust my husband.” Secretly, inside, I’m freaked out.

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Brody Smartie Pants

February 1, 2007 at 12:42 pm (Uncategorized)

Michael got word today from the Montessori school (Brody used to call it the January school) that they want to advance Brody to the Pre-K class. I’m not exactly sure what it means, but I’m thinking that he may start Kindergarten earlier. I’m hoping for this. I graduated when I was 17 and it wasn’t so bad. This way, he can be a brain surgeon at 24!!

Speaking of graduating… I’m really surprised that I actually graduated from any school! I happened to be looking at pictures and my baby book last night, when I discovered all of my report cards from every grade. Thanks Mom for helping me remember the nightmare that was school.

My grade 4 teacher, Mr. Phillips was really hard on me. Back then, teachers actually reported things on your report card. My effort level was always average. I never exceeded average. My handwriting was untidy and messy. As was my desk. Little did they know that my brain was the same.

I think that I was lazy – the teachers would write notes to my parents – my parents would respond… but I don’t remember them doing anything about it. Or if they did, I didn’t comply. If you’d have looked at my grades, you wouldn’t have guessed that I have such a high IQ now. You’d probably be thinking how surprised you were that I could tie my own shoes. 🙂

It was nice to look back on old photos. It’s too bad I didn’t write anyone’s names on their pictures – because I can’t remember a single person! Of course there was Barry Rinas, my boyfriend in Grade 5 and 6, and Michael Sylyzka – the boy who ate all of my Bonne Bell lip glosses. But who was that kid in between them? And what was Clinton’s last name? Why don’t you ask me my phone number from when I was 6? I can tell you that.

Because the boys are starting “school” soon, I have decided that I’m going to do a few things so that when they look back – they won’t be wondering who that kid with the glasses is. It’s the least I can do. According to my grades in school – I may not be able to finish it because my handwriting and desk are untidy. But we’ll see. I may just surprise Mr. Phillips!

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Brody Smartie Pants

February 1, 2007 at 12:42 pm (Uncategorized)

Michael got word today from the Montessori school (Brody used to call it the January school) that they want to advance Brody to the Pre-K class. I’m not exactly sure what it means, but I’m thinking that he may start Kindergarten earlier. I’m hoping for this. I graduated when I was 17 and it wasn’t so bad. This way, he can be a brain surgeon at 24!!

Speaking of graduating… I’m really surprised that I actually graduated from any school! I happened to be looking at pictures and my baby book last night, when I discovered all of my report cards from every grade. Thanks Mom for helping me remember the nightmare that was school.

My grade 4 teacher, Mr. Phillips was really hard on me. Back then, teachers actually reported things on your report card. My effort level was always average. I never exceeded average. My handwriting was untidy and messy. As was my desk. Little did they know that my brain was the same.

I think that I was lazy – the teachers would write notes to my parents – my parents would respond… but I don’t remember them doing anything about it. Or if they did, I didn’t comply. If you’d have looked at my grades, you wouldn’t have guessed that I have such a high IQ now. You’d probably be thinking how surprised you were that I could tie my own shoes. 🙂

It was nice to look back on old photos. It’s too bad I didn’t write anyone’s names on their pictures – because I can’t remember a single person! Of course there was Barry Rinas, my boyfriend in Grade 5 and 6, and Michael Sylyzka – the boy who ate all of my Bonne Bell lip glosses. But who was that kid in between them? And what was Clinton’s last name? Why don’t you ask me my phone number from when I was 6? I can tell you that.

Because the boys are starting “school” soon, I have decided that I’m going to do a few things so that when they look back – they won’t be wondering who that kid with the glasses is. It’s the least I can do. According to my grades in school – I may not be able to finish it because my handwriting and desk are untidy. But we’ll see. I may just surprise Mr. Phillips!

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Manhattan Beach

February 1, 2007 at 12:39 pm (Uncategorized)

We spent the weekend before the cruise in lovely Manhattan Beach, CA.

We loved, loved, loved it there! We stayed at a very trendy little hotel about 5 blocks from the beach.

The hotel was amazing. I’d read online that it wasn’t worth the money – but I completely disagree. The room was beautiful, with blue textured wallpaper and everything coordinating with it. My only complaint was white bedding. Who are they kidding? I have toddlers!! Buggy spilled every drink he could get his hands on. Brody brought back at least a yard of sand from the beach. I was mortified! I especially loved it when the boys ran up and down the hallways first thing in the morning. I’m sure our hotel guests adored us!!

While enjoying lovely SCAL, I shopped for new swimwear. It wasn’t as traumatic as I thought. I even bought 2!! Both of them are tankinis – one is brown – the other black. We ate dinner at a restaurant with cloth napkins! I know! We were offered (and accepted) wine with dinner. So what if the boys colored on the napkins and we used them to sop up red wine, we still had a proper dinner out.

We went down to SCAL early so that I could participate in an online blackjack tournament. It appears I have a lot to learn about tournament play. I was eliminated because I wasn’t betting aggresively enough. It’s okay – I need the practice. The next tournament qualifies people for a chance at a tournament in Paris! France! I know!

While enjoying the lovely beach I bought Evan his birthday gifts. We ended up getting him Small Paul shirts and board shorts. Lucky it was Evan’s birthday and not Brody’s because we didn’t end up getting a cake – and his presents weren’t wrapped. Brody would have had a fit – but Evan was all “just give me monkey!”

While on the beach, we played in the sand and surf, we collected sea shells. Brody has share day at school tomorrow, so I’m trying to figure out a way to display the shells and pictures. Wish me luck!!

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