This is the issue at our house.

Only instead of the littlest one sleeping,

I wish it was ME.

Happily,

 while she naps ON me

(and only on me)

every once in a while I get to do a little of this:

And so Nu got a little of this:

She's super butch, so this bow will be black

mid way through day 1.

Cozy butt while speed reading.

Why NOT make black wool pants

with the first sign of spring?

This crazy twosome are keeping me on my toes.

The one with the wild look in her eye

 is fearless and loves being high speed

and leaping off of things.

A little wool butt padding can only help.

If only I could justify a chunky wool balaclava

 to protect her daily head bonks.

Determination.

Fearlessness.

Bravery.

Speed.

And,

 not too hot on the motor skills.

Maybe we can get puppy insurance for her?

What a three pack!

Due to the lack of sleep,

and the consequential diminishing

of MY

motor skills,

not to mention I'm loosing things

(dignity, IQ, charm)

AND my old treasured chapeau.

Therefore,

 I too need a new head wrap.

For all the walls I'm walking into,

I apologize walls.

I blame the zombie baby for eating my brains.

Keeping the Maddness at Bay

As far as I know.

With three shorties 5 and under,

I find myself wading through the mire.

Through toys, and diapers.

Through tiny little socks who

 will never return to their mate.

Through questions about Gawd and the Big Bang and which animals will eat each other at the end of the universe.

There are mood swings,

and moments of such divine poignancy that I cannot speak.

(which if you know me, must mean I have been struck by lightning)

And in this mire and maddness

every once in a while

just for a second,

there is order.

And stillness.

And the potential catches its breath,

and pauses before it rushes in.

 The tools that assist creativity all line up at attention

poised for the next moment of creative chaos.

And everything that has a place, stays in place.

Just

for

a second.

That is a beautiful little second.

My True Parents

I love it when pretty meets practical.

If Martha Stewart and McGyver had a love child...

I would:

a) be that love child

or,

b) stalk and kidnap that love child,

and make them

show me their innate crafty ways.

(Is that sooooooo wrong??!)

So this genius idea makes me happy.

It's the endless towel !!!

Circa 1980's public bathrooms.

Trimmed with scrappy bias tape and Velcroed together.

Since I am under the tyrannical rule of

three short people,

I am destined to pick up towels

every day

one million times

or die trying.

UNTIL NOW!

(cue chorus of angels, spot light,

unicorns pooing out diamonds,

maybe not that last one)

(any other suggestion,

like learn to cope or grow as a person

or even HA!

teach children how to pick up towels

is utter madness)

Thank you Elsie Marley!

 

Cozy Toes

This is where it began.

Those feet.

Sigh.

Baby feet.

Not stinky.

Not hairy, or gnarley.

Just little, and innocent.

(except when kicking mother's organs)

And verry wiggly.

So wiggly that they wiggle out of all shoes/ booties etc.

They make for excellent play things.

Dependable.

Available.

Grip-able.

Always there when you need them.

Sweet. Feet!!

But also cold when footware is abandoned.

And so!

I give you the loooong pants.

Socks need not apply.

Great for working on that classic-

the roll.

Available with a dash of fru-fru.

Thanks mom :)

"Hey Lady: Don't refer to yourself in the 3rd person.

It was weird before you had kids,

 and you heard other breeders do it,

and it's still weird."

And now back to the voices in your own head.

Wee Knits

I broke all my sensible rules.

A bit naughty. Fool-hearty, really.

Rule 1:  Don't make Yu any wee knitables:

She'll get all the hand-me-downs &

She'll grow out of them in two seconds!!!

Rule 2: Whatever you do,

don't make anything in light colours!

(It will be covered in goo immediately)

I'm a bad ass rule breaker :)

 Any excuse to cover buttons.

I love this word fabric, although I think

it's a bit premature to work on Yu's vocabulary.

A little lace trim around the neck.

She's not very impressed.

I'm getting: Disgruntled, and slightly tortured.

As a mother of three girls,

I better get used to under impressing :)

Very little wit, with the knit.

In the absence of solo time

to hit the sewing room,

I am back at this.

 

(If you do not have small children

 stop reading now)

(I said NOW, for your own sake)

Because a blog is the place for

inappropriate over sharing...

Yesterday the sweetie was out so I had 3 kids solo for bedtime.

Yu had just completed a neck poo

IN her jolly jumper and I was wrestling her on the change table.

Ducking, and inhaling only through one nostril

(really people, up to the neck...such horrors)

when out of the corner of my eye I see Nu

triumph over her poo diaper and swing it over her head.

All to the sound of breaking dishes

And thus I wonder if I'll ever sew anything again.

Besides my own straight jacket.



Happy Chocolate Holiday

I've never been one to go goo-goo for Valentine's Day.

However,

these days with 3 preschool kids in the house

Any chance to go on a date is

AWESOME!!!

You may

(or more likely may not)

have noticed a serious lack
 of craftiness over here.

I am in the bottom of a sleepy valley.

The kind of sleepy valley where you are woken every 20 minutes.

So easy is what I need.

(Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?)

(Non sequitur)

So, what could be easier to make?

This is likely to be a big hit for the girlie girl.

Who is tragically deprived of a sea of pink.

The heart headband.

Hearts, pink, and an accessory?

Why it also has the power to hypnotize

(just not at night)

Someone may pee themselves with happiness.

For clarity's sake,

that person will not be me.

More likely the 5 year old.

I feel almost sure.

Hey what's that cute baby doing there?!!

Oh right, keeping me awake.

Cheeky Monkey!!!

Bang bang baby

My baby likes to rock.

She also likes to roll.

But mostly,

she likes to be carried around.

There's a lot to see out there,

after all.

Every once in a while I need to put that baby down.

(bad baby...no, no I mean literally)

The spine needs to unfurl.

So I made her a little station,

with this great tutorial from the Paisley Cupcake.

The kind to hang toys from.

The kind that has a little surprise door with ribbons.

The kind where she can kick

and rock and work on the roll.

And go bang, bang and bat bat

while my kidneys say small prayers for their reprieve.