FO and Fun in the Sun

I've got lots of pics for you from the last week, but I'm going to break them down into separate days.

First, here's the spruce ankle socks that I finally finished. I left them at Mom's. On purpose, natch. I have an extremely narrow foot and these were way too wide for me. Luckily, Mom has a wider foot than I, so someone gets to enjoy them. Forgive me for showing you two pics, but read the captions and you'll understand. They turned out okay, but I wasn't real enthused about them. Not sure if it's the colorway, which is very pretty, or the plain stockinette, but it took sheer willpower (why can't I use willpower to get over the chips ahoy cookie fetish I have?) to get over the second sock syndrome this time around.

This is sort of a hybrid sock I suppose. It's a toe-up sock (love the toe-ups - so practical.)
I used the magic cast-on for the toe, which is awesome by the way. Plain stockinette for the foot, and used Wendy's generic toe up recipe to do the short row heels (which I'm getting the hang of - sorta) and 2 x 2 rib for the ankle.

Blurry, but the color is right

Clear, but the color is way too dark

I started a new toe-up sock, but I'll share that later.

Fun In the Sun Part 1:
Look at these two photos closely. Can you see a shared trait? Can you tell they're brothers? Check out those tongues stickin' out!

What's happened this week?

Sorry for not posting for a while, I'm on vacation with the kids. Not much of a vacation since the kids are still managing to raise my blood pressure to unhealthy levels, but even so.

Lots of stuff has happened in the past couple of days. I'll have pictures later, but here's the highlights:

1. Eldest is getting his first set of glasses tomorrow. In less than two months, his eyes have become 75% worse. He's excited now, but I still feel sorry for him. Too much hateful teasing is heading his way. It's mine and my husband's fault. blind as bats both of us (or, at least I was until some wonderful lasik surgery).

2. Found out my uncle has prostate cancer and may have more bad news coming his way when more biopsies are done. Please keep him in your prayers.

3. A 19 month old and a puppy are beautiful to watch together until they decide on both doing something they shouldn't at the same time.

4. I got over the second sock syndrome and finished the Spruce socks. Will have pics soon.

Posts will still be sporadic over the next couple of days. Thank God school starts next Wednesday so that we can get back on a decent schedule again and the almost seven year old can get the sillies out at school again and not at home. He's driving me nuts.

Stair Fun!

There are some days that it just doesn't pay to knit. I frogged the corset twice tonight. Fourth times a charm right? We'll see when we begin version 4 tomorrow.

On a lighter note, the youngest learned a new trick today. How to slide down stairs. He was so proud of himself. Everytime his little bottom hit the next stair down he said "Wheeee!"

See for yourself:

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Croquettes!

Hi there!

I have absolutely no knitting to show you. Things are moving quite slow in that department. I did cast on for the corset again. This time using the i-cord cast on that Annie suggested using the first time she published the pattern. Why it disappeared from the pattern, I have no idea. The only reason I learned about it was from reading other blogs and forums and reading up on how others progressed with the pattern. It is definitely more stretchy than what I previously used and I really like it much better.

I do however, have a recipe for you today. This is a comfort food dish for me. My mom used to make this quite a bit as we were growing up. Since my husband is allergic to fish, I have to use the chicken substitute, but it's really much better with the salmon. So without further ado, here's her recipe with a few comments here and there from yours truly:

Salmon (or Chicken) Croquettes

vegetable oil
1 large can of salmon, undrained (you can also substitute a can of chicken)
1 large egg
salt and pepper to taste
1/2 cup cornmeal mix (MIX, not straight cornmeal)
buttermilk - very small amount (see below)

In a skillet or frying pan, add vegetable oil until bottom is covered. Heat on Medium heat until it is hot enough for frying.

Mix all ingredients except the buttermilk. At this point the mixture should be pretty thick. If it's not, add a bit more of the cornmeal mix. Now that you've gotten it good and thick, thin it down again with the buttermilk until it is just thin enough to dip with a spoon. (If you add too much buttermilk, you can always thicken it up again with the cornmeal mix). Adding the buttermilk not only thins it, it also helps the croquettes brown better.

about this thick

As the spoonful of mixture is dropped into the oil, they should spread slightly.

Fry these until both sides are golden brown. Place them on folded paper towels to soak up any extra oil from the frying.

Please ignore the one on the right. This became a little more crispy than is should've when the cook had to go rescue a 16 lb. cat, the tv remote controls and an elder brother from the octopus arms of the 18 month old.

Enjoy!

Back to sqare one.

Would you like to see the progress of the corset I've been knitting? Would you really? Well, how's this for excitement?

back to square (circle?) one.

Yep. It's been rrrriipppped! I knew that some small mistakes had been made in the corset, and I was willing to let those go. But, stupid me took the project out of the home at a very poor time. The pattern required a lot more attention than it received at eldest's basketball camp. I made a whopper of a mistake. It was actually a good thing in the long run. I took it off the needles and tried it on to see if the size that I was knitting was a good one and decided that I wanted to go up a size anyway. I'm not that comfortable with a sweater that is that tight anyway. Better to find this out now, halfway through than when I finally get the whole thing done. So, we're considering this a test run for the pattern. I think that Annie Modesitt, the author of this pattern is an absolute knitting goddess and I'm amazed that someone could just come up with something so beautiful just out of the blue. However, that being said, I do wish that she would "dumb down" or explain the pattern better, just a bit more. Now that I've been almost the entire way through the pattern, I understand it. mostly. Granted, I bit off more than I could chew on this one perhaps. I'm still very young in knitting years, right around advanced beginner or so. But, by golly I'm going to do this one or bust!

I got a little smarter tonight at the bball camp.

Look! a toe-pocket!

It's much easier to work on a plain old stockinette stitch sock than a lacy sweater when there's the chance of getting hit in the head with a basketball that's in the control of a bunch of six year olds . Won't make that mistake again. promise.
At least this is helping me get past the second sock syndrome on this last of the pair of socks in the Spruce yarn.

Interesting/Strange

Found something interesting today. Did you know there is a site called the fantasy blog stock market? I had no idea that this even existed. You can check here to see where my lil' ol' blog is on their site. There were people who were actually voting to see what kind of blog this is. Some of the entries were for female, knitting, fiber arts, crafts and photoblogs (no photo today, sorry).

Please be aware that I am not promoting their site or trying to persuade you from going to their site, I was just surprised to find my blog on it. I'm aware that little search spiders put me there, but still. Why on earth would someone be interested in trading fantasy shares of my blog for heavens sake? Strange.

I was reading in a forum where people were listing the strange things that led people to their site (which is how I came across the above stuff). So, out of curiosity, I had to check mine. There was
"hair care disasters"
"dyed pink haired westie" - why would someone want to dye their westie's hair pink? Unless, of course, they gave it a mohawk first and dyed that hot pink, then maybe I could see that one.

and my two favorites:
"Shea recipes" - didn't know you needed a recipe to get one of me! :) and
"change Shea scent recipe" - what's wrong with the way I smell? Don't answer that one, please.

free stuff costs $$$

Ya ever noticed how free stuff costs you money? Two examples that happened this week:

1. Some tenants moved out of a rental house that we have and left a bunch of stuff. One of those being a sega-genesis game system (one of the old original ones). Eldest happens to be a video game junkie and was thrilled. The system was missing a cord, so there was $13 bucks spent on a cord and one used game for it.

2. Free Braves tickets from a rich uncle who has season tickets. Hubby wasn't going to go. He's been in a terrible depression from the job and has been turning into a house hermit. He desperately needed a night out. I had to almost pick a fight with him to get him and eldest to go. They both had a great time and after I got the youngest to bed, I had a relaxing evening to myself. Of course they had to get drinks and peanuts at ball park prices but I consider that evening worth it!

So, I got a little bit more on the corset done. I'm on chart D and working my way through the mini cables. Here's some pics of the project right before I started on that section.
I can't wait to finish this. I think I'm going to try Annie's new corset top after this! It's been fun to do this one. There are several mistakes hidden in there, but I "think" they're not going to be noticeable to anyone but me, especially since I'm the only person I know around here that knits. :)

Why ME? rant

Why ME? Why do I get stuck in long lines with older men who feel compelled to tell me their life stories? For the second time in recent history (see here for the first) , I had to sit and listen to this older dude tell me the following:

1. "Oh, you live over on ******* street. Well, let me tell you, I was one of the people that framed your house. As a matter of fact, I framed all the houses in that neighborhood."

2. "I live over on **** street for 27 years. Yep, 27 years until my wife decided she wanted a divorce and kept the house. Yessir, I had just got that house completely paid for and then I had to go and start payin' on another house. My daughter and her boy live there too. It's over back behind the high school. We watch the kids run track and play football over there all the time."

3. "My grandson is five. He's going to be in kindergarten at ***** school. We thought about going to ***** school, but decided that ***** school was closer."

Now, I'm all for being friendly. I like meeting people, really, I do. But, there's a limit to how much I want to find out about them at the first meeting. Are these folks just that lonely or just that dumb? I mean, what if I was a spy, a home burglary expert, or a child kidnapper even? I've just learned your life story, where you live, where your ex-wife lives, where your grandchild lives, that you have a grandson going to X school. These people are ripe for pickin'. Scary.

But seriously, why me? Do I have a huge sign on my forehead that says "If you're over 55, please, tell me your life story while you waste an hour of your time in line?"

Cursed by the cemetery?

Well! Long time, no speak. Last week is such a blur. I was very busy for the 4th. My number two nephew had his official Hindu naming ceremony that day. I didn't understand a word of the ceremony since I don't speak that Indian, but it was basically wishing him health, wealth and a long life.

Here's a pic of the little butterball. He's so cute. When he smiles he looks like Buddy Hackett! It's so funny. He's so sweet and he can pucker up for a kiss like nobody's business. Here's proof:

Me and the nephew

Not a flattering pic of me, but I wanted to show the world that cute little fella.

After that was over, eldest and I dropped off the youngest and the hubby and then we went to catch the fireworks over the Marietta Square. This area gets incredibly crowded during the fireworks and it's hard to find a good vantage point, but we did it. We and about 100 other folks set up shop in one of the cemeteries (sounds creepy doesn't it?) and it was great. Very loud and very bright. Evidently most folks don't like sitting in cemeteries. That's just fine by me.

On the knitting front, I've only gotten a few more rows in the corset. It's coming along slowly. I finished the armholes and I'm about to start all the ribbing. I'm not feeling real confident about it. It feels like the tension is too loose on it, but we'll see.

Eldest and I have caught colds. Hmmm... maybe a curse from the cemetery?

Sock update and what I found in the puppy kennel

Sock Update: This may be TMI for the un-knitterly folk out there, but this is also my working notes. If I don't write it down somewhere, I'll never get a second sock like this one.

I told you I had the first one finished and here it is. It's a hybrid of sorts. I did the magic cast on for the toe. Sounds fancy doesn't it? The circumference of the sock started at 30 stitches. I, however, have an incredibly narrow skinny foot. So, after the toe was complete, I did 6 rows of 30 then decreased to 28 sts. This actually worked pretty well.

I did plain stockinette on the body of the sock then did a short row heel. See, here's the problem with being a self-taught combo knitter, there's no-one to consult when you get stuck. Short rows and I currently do not get along. I wish, desperately, that I had someone to show me the proper way to wrap these. I really need to find a sock knitting class somewhere. These turned out okay, just not exactly good. Maybe I'll catch on when I get to the second sock. I was pretty disgusted with the heel thing so by the time I got to the top of the foot I gave out of steam and turned them into ankle socks with a 2x2 rib.

One lesson learned with these: when the directions say you may want to pick up an extra stitch when working the heel, do it! I have a lovely little hole on either side of the ankle that I now get to go back and sew up. great. just great.

Love the colors in this yarn!

In an effort to avoid the other sock, here's the progress on my Annie Modesitt Silk Corset - 'cept it's gonna be bamboo. I'm sure that sooner or later this will drive me back to the other sock. I can only take patterns for so long before I go nuts. Of course, that also goes for short row heels. This bamboo is really pretty. It's got a nice low key sheen to it.

Photographs nicely on the side of the grill doesn't it?

You turn your back for two seconds and an 18 month old disappears. That's it, that's all it takes and God help you if he gets quiet about it. So, I heard the silence and went looking (rushing) for him. Couldn't find him the first go-around the house, so I went again. Remember that we are puppy-sitting for a few days?

Look what I found in the puppy kennel today!

swatches and puppy

I've been somewhat busy the past few days. I finished one sock, I'll have pics in another installment. The sock knitting mojo is pretty low at the moment. I'm going to cast on another project tonight to keep the boredom at bay. For now, here's a swatch I did last night:


Excitin' huh? This is the beautiful bamboo ordered from discontinued yarns. The color is cobalt. I'm going to start Annie Modesitt's Silk Corset. It took me two swatches to finally get gauge on this one. Looks like I'm going to be using a size seven needle for this one. It took me a while to do these two swatches cause I had a little help from my Mom's new toy that I'm baby sitting for the next few days:

What is it with animals and this beanbag?

Isn't she cute? Minnie Pearl is a 10 week old Westie. I'm not sure how the Eldest is going to cope when she leaves. He's smitten. This is the most excitement this household has seen for some time. She's gotten all our animals (2 dogs, 2 cats, 1 porch kitty) racing around in circles. Tiger's not real thrilled with her stealing his beanbag bed.

absolutely smitten

Flash! Eldest tries to kill Mom!

Eldest tried to kill me and send me to the poor house today. You see, I live a very sedentary and poor existence and while I'm not quite happy with the poor side, I'm very content to be sedentary. Eldest earned a free ticket to Six Flags Over Georgia through a fundraiser that he did for school.

This free ticket cost me approximately $75.00 d0llars! First there was the $15 parking fee. Then my $37.00 ticket. $15.00 lunch for two. $3.50 for a bottled water. and last but not least, the $4.27 souvenir.

Today was also excruciatingly hot. 101 degrees folks with mega humidity. miserable with tons of walking. Until he got me on the water rides where I got drenched and he managed to get pleasantly damp. My undies were still wet 5 hours later! I also wore jean shorts that chaffed all sorts of things they shouldn't have.

So, miserable heat, tons of walking, lots of money spent. Oh! and don't forget the life story that this perfect stranger, a homely older guy, decided to gift me with while we were stuck in line with him for almost an hour waiting on a ride. I learned that he had had a stroke in February, was here to take his two boys on a vacation, the two boys were from his first marriage which lasted 18 years until she left him, but he just got remarried in April cause he thought he'd try it again and oh, he's going to be taking his wife to the hospital tomorrow to have a 8cm kidney stone removed. I kid you not and I've actually done you a favor by omitting a small portion.

Now. I ask you, would you tell your life story to some stranger standing in line with you? And do you think that that stranger would possibly care about your life story? I've got no problem with small chit chat, but I'm thinkin' the "where you folks from and how old are your kids?" questions should be the extent of all the knowledge imparted at an amusement park waiting line, don't you?

Baby Kimono!

I like this FO. This will be one cute baby gift if I do say so myself. I went on a ribbon hunt today at several craft stores and came home with a sheer lime green with white polka dots to go with this outfit. This is the Baby Kimono from the Mason Dixon Knitting book. I used Lily's Sugar'n Cream cotton yarn in Sunny Sky. This is a lovely soft worsted weight cotton. This went so fast. Especially after working with sock yarn. I felt like those needles were flying!

I really liked this pattern too. Easy and fun. I just can't say enough about the Mason Dixon book. I can't wait to try some more of the patterns from it.

Supervisor Widget

Yikes! Father of knitters, forgive me for I have sinned. It's been three days since I've blogged again.

Okay, enough of that. I have a finished object to show you, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow. It's in the blocking stages right now and it's so cute! It's the baby kimono from Mason Dixon Knitting and it turned out perfect.

Now don't go gettin' any ideas. It's not for me. Nope, no bun in the oven here and if my hubby don't quit tickin' me off there won't even be any practicing for a blessed event either, thank you very much! Anyway, I'll have a pic. for you later (pics of the sweater - get your mind out of the gutter).

For now, here's a pic of Supervisor Widget as she sits on the desk above me as I type:

Dad doesn't need his wifi router working as much as I need a place to sleep!

Yarn dyeing and Hair!

Two subjects to write about today: Yarn dyeing and Hair!

First, Hair. I was completely put in my place yesterday. I'm a bit opinionated when it comes to children's hair, specifically boys hair and even more specifically, the length of it. I'm old school. I love to see a super short, clean haircut on a little boy. Nothing long, nothing shaggy. Well. There's this little boy that I know who has very long hair. If you didn't know he was a boy, you'd swear he was a girl. Of course, I was being snooty and looking down my nose at him, thinking that his Mom must just like that kind of thing and doesn't that make me better than her cause my boys have short hair? I feel like a total tool now. I was told that this little boy made the decision to grow out his hair for Locks of Love. What an amazing thing this little boy is doing. Some little child is going to be thrilled to get that red, curly hair. How much crap has this little boy had to put up (by people like me) with over this wonderful decision that he has made?

To defend myself at least a little bit, let me add this. I live in an area where redneck parents think it's a good idea to not only let their kids hair grow out for fun, but they let them do it Mullet style. ick! Let me add a bit more: I'm not against grown men with longer hair. Can we say Viggo Mortenson from Lord of the Rings, anyone????


Okay, on to Yarn dyeing fun!

1. I got some knitpicks Bare sock yarn - 2 skeins of it and couldn't wait for the fun to begin. I have absolutely no experience in doing this kind of thing, but couldn't wait to get started. I soaked the yarn in very hot water and let it sit for about 45 minutes.

2. Dye - for this go around (won't be my last) I used Dylon permanent fabric dye in Poppy Red, Royal Blue and Sunflower Yellow.


3. I knew I wanted a variegated yarn, so I used two quart jars per skein. I only wanted two colors, thus the two jars. I did two combinations: Red/Purple, Orange/Green.

I did not follow the exact directions on the dye packs. For the red I used one dye pack (it's powder). Purple - One Red pack and about half of the blue. This was gorgeous. It turned out a dark heathery purple. For the Orange color I used half of the yellow and about two or three tsps. of the red dye. The Green was fun. It turned out a fabulous moss green. To get it, I used the other half of the yellow and about a tablespoon and a smidge of the blue. As you can tell, I didn't get exact measurements. We (my Mom was playing too) just kept adding until we got the color we wanted.

I added the recommended amount of salt (4 tbsp) to the mixtures to help set the dye. If you do this, make sure that you cover your work surface really well. (Mom would have killed me if I had messed up her granite counter tops. It's fun to craft at someone else's house, but the repercussions could be hell if you mess up!)

4. So I place the dye jars close together in a big pan on top of a great big splat mat, then added the yarn. This yarn is a superwash sock yarn, so I didn't need to be as careful of it felting, but if you use other, beware. Make sure you do some research first. Warm water, not hot and don't agitate! I divide the hank in half and put one end in one jar and one end in the other. Make sure that you have used some twist ties or waste yarn to secure the hanks as best you can to prevent tangling. I didn't do this well enough and it took me forever to get out the tangles when I went to wound this into a ball.

Notice that there is a little bit of no man's (or dye's) land between the colors? I loved that. The white turned a pretty light gray between the red and purple and a sunny yellow between the orange and green.


5. I let everything sit for an hour. Then I rinsed each hank in cold water and then in cold water and vinegar. I added the vinegar to make sure the dye set. I absolutely do not want runny socks when I'm finished with the final product. I'm paranoid that way. (I must also mention that the smell of wet wool and vinegar is not a lovely aroma.)

6. I then set the to dry out on the porch over night. My mom has a brand spanking new dryer that has a sweater shelf attachment and we put the still damp yarn on it to finish drying the rest of the way the next day.



7. Here's the final results in all it's yarny goodness. Um, I'm not a professional ball winder. Can ya tell? At least I got the job done. I can't wait to knit these up. I'm thinking of maybe doing the Sidewinders over at Nonaknits with one of them. Let me know if you like the way these turned out:

Summer Camp 2007 - Son Seekers Nation Vacation

Are ya feelin' the love?

I survived the week of Drama Camp 2007. It was a definite success! I had 30 fabulous kids (not one rotten one in the bunch!) and didn't have any discipline problems (mostly), yeah! The parents all seemed pleased. I found out from some of the staff up at the church that this is the most popular of the elementary camps that are offered. That makes me feel awesome! We had to turn some kids away. It would be lovely if we could expand the camp, but the problem is that I'm only one person. I can only handle so many kids at one time. If I had help that I could count on, life would be better. I did have some great interns (four college kids that helped out a bit).


Check out the next pic and see if you can find out what's wrong with the picture. I'll tell ya what's wrong, it's sneakin' away! Somehow Texas and Florida got together and said, "Hey, we don't want to be a part of this chicken farm production" and decided to leave. Love how the panhandles look more like feet than handles. Looks like Louisiana got in on the act. Male, the USA is definitely male. Obviously, my creative skills do not lean towards freehand drawing. All of my set stuff was done on the giant pink insulation that you can get at Home Depot or Lowes. We primered them, drew on them (my husband did the bus which is why it looks like it should) and then let the kids paint them. Hmm, shouldn't the USA be wider than it is tall?

Sneakin' away

Some of the kids during rehearsal

My Leads - check out the one on the right. Recognize him?

Two lonely cacti

I didn't get any pics of the actual production. I was a bit busy. It was quite funny really. I sit in front of them off the stage and mirror the choreography so that they can remember what to do and when to do it. Every single time I stopped, they stopped doing what they were supposed to do. When I messed up, they did. They'd all make great Lemmings.

my latest injury

I've been out of town and so out of the loop for the past few days. I'll have pics and lots of news tomorrow. I can say that this trip could have been better. I attempted to go swimming in the lake. It would have gone a bit better if I hadn't slipped on the ladder of the boat and got my hand caught in the handrail. My pinky is black, blue and swollen. It goes from numb to throbbing rather quick. Stupid me said "Oh, I can still knit. I don't use my pinky for that anyway." yeah, right. I got through a few rows of the baby kimono that I'm working on for a friend, then looked down at my hand. The pinky had gone a lovely gray/blue that completely clashed with the yarn that I was using. Time to put the knitting down for a few days. But! My yarn dyeing went "swimmingly" even if my body didn't. Will have pics of that later too. Maybe I'll photograph my lovely hand too for you. We'll see.

I also got a tummy bug as did my youngest child. Not fun. We're feeling fine now though. Except maybe for my poor pinky.

I'm pooped

I'm right at the tail end of exhaustion here folks. I've been getting up at 6am and staying up til late-thirty to get all the loose ends taken care of for the camp that I am teaching this week. This full-on instruction into the arts of putting on a full broadway style musical is a huge undertaking, especially fitting it all into approx. 15 hours! These kids are learning everything. Some even occasionally retain the info.

We're now past the halfway point. Tomorrow we start run-throughs and then on Friday we do the Tech Dress Rehearsal where we have the lights and mikes and everything. Friday night is the show. It's a dinner theater too which is really cool. Right now I just want everything to be over. I'm enjoying doing this, but it's just me and thirty kids doing everything. I'm pooped. Way too pooped to knit. One glass of an alcohol infused beverage and it'll be night night for me I think. Right after I finish the 30 tie dye shirts that the kids all started...

Snakes and Ladders is complete!

Yippee! It's done. The Snakes and Ladders Stole is now in the blocking stage. It's final measurements ended up being approximately 5.6' x 30". I am now a true believer. I didn't believe the people who said that blocking makes all the difference when dealing with lace, but I'm now a convert. This turned out gorgeous. I know the recipient will be pleased. Of course if she isn't, she'll lie and say she is, cause that's what Mom's do. Yes, the ends were wonky at the time of the photo, but they've been adjusted since. This is my first lace project. Yes, there are mistakes. Fortunately, I'm the only one who will ever notice. I figure that even for someone who knows what they're looking for would be hard put to find the mistakes on a moving target. And don't forget, I'm allergic to perfection anyway.

complete!, sorta

I got some yarn p@rn for you:

This lovely ball of merino sock yarn came from a lovely lady at ebay. She calls it Spruce. It's got a beautiful brilliant blue that keeps popping up every so often. The colors remind me of what you'd find in a peacock feather. So pretty! New socks are now in progress cause I couldn't wait. If you try and click on the pics below to get a better look, you won't. I couldn't get a clearer pic to save my soul tonight. But I tried!

Look Mom! I got toes!

Ahh! no foot!

knitting question and wieners

How long should a stole be? When is it finished? My Mom's birthday stole is at 5 feet currently. Should it be longer or am I finished?

I put in the question over at the knitty board and there seems to be some debate as to how long a stole/shawl should be.

a. Should be armspan length or height.
b. Depends on how a person likes the stole/shawl to drape.
c. Depends on the recipients "girth".
d. Length should be 60"-70" in length.
e. Object will stretch once it's blocked.
f. Object should wrap around shoulders and touch a person's waist.

I'd be interested in other people's opinions about this as well. Let me know what you think.


On a different note, Summer is now officially here! The last day of school was today and the Memorial day holiday is past us.

Over the weekend, my youngest got to experience a pool for the first time. He was fine until we put him in a life jacket, then he got mad:


Yesterday the kids played in a new sprinkler that we got. When we went in, the eldest complained that he "was so cold, he was freezing his wieners off." Evidently God now issues multiple weiners to little boys. Who knew?

no more wieners