Evelyn: Mom. Mom. Mooomm! Where are we going?
E: I don’t want to go there. I just want to go to my home. But I will be sooo excited to see Grandma! Hey Mom! Squirrels don’t swim. Don’t you EVER make a squirrel swim because they can’t. They don’t like being wet. Gus! Hey Gus! Take off your ear head cell phones, I need to tell you something! Guuus!
Gus: No response, as he has headphones on.
E: Gus! Don’t you EVER GET A SQUIRREL WET!!!! Mom. Mom. Momma. HEY MOM!
E: What is that tractor doing?
Me: Planting corn.
E: Umm. WhatEVER. Corn is not a flower. It is not a seed. We eat it.
Me: Yes, corn is a seed. You plant a corn kernel, like the ones we eat, in the ground and it grows a corn stalk and gives us more corn. Then we can eat it or save it for more seeds.
E: What-ever. I don’t like corn. Oh yes I do! I like carrots. Do camels like carrots? A Bird! I saw a bird! Do you think a squirrel would go to swimming lessons with me? What number is a five with a five? FIFTY-FIVE! What number is a four with a zero? FORTY-TEN! I’m just kiddin! It’s forty-zero. Are we going to go over the bridge? We live by a bridge by the river. The WIS-con-SIN RIVER! In Fairy du Sac! Do you think sharks would like glitter shoes?
And so on…
Anyone up for a road trip with us?
Here is Helena’s quilt! I’ve had the top pieced since December and finished it up in January. You’ve seen bits of it here in photos but things just never aligned quite right to take a proper picture of it until now. That and next week I will be parting with it until the end of June for a quilt show my guild is having at the Alicia Ashman branch of the Madison Public Library.
I used this tutorial to make the blocks. Super easy and quick. It is foundation pieced and got bulky in spots so I decided to hand quilt it.
I really enjoyed doing the hand quilting, especially with a sleepy sack of sugar newborn on my lap.
I especially like the scrappy binding.
And for the label I went with some Shakespeare because this girl has one of the best temperaments under those happy stars.
I may have to visit it at the library a few times. I think you should, too.
This month has brought even more smiles. I wasn’t sure if that would be possible with this one but she brought it.
Her hands are either clutched to her chest or in her mouth. Or pulling sister’s hair.
The laughs are still hard to come by. They are tiny, quiet giggles that seem to still be stuck somewhere in the back of her throat. Lots of cooing and gurgling, though.
And those eyes say it all.
Evelyn turned four last week. So hard to believe. From this:
I knew she would be trouble almost the moment I laid eyes on her. Stubborn and independent, sweet and fiesty. We fight a lot, matches of wills to see which of us will remain standing. It has been pointed out to me several times that she is me and this is why we butt heads so often. Cut from the same cloth. I’m learning to back down and let go to see what that cloth gets made into.
She is thoughtful, clever, and funny and the daily fashion show is always entertaining. Especially when set to music, the favorites being Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. She loves baking and singing, coloring and dancing, glitter and makeup.
She is the spark in my day.
As though she has always been. “Two months old ain’t no thing. I got this,” says she. Sleeps mostly through the night and late into the morning. Observes and coos, smiles at the drop of a hat. Stingy with the laughs though, but I did get her to chuckle yesterday with the standby of touching her nose with her own foot. One day she will let it all out and it will be more beautiful than the sweetest sounding bell. I am patiently waiting.
I’m sorry but most of what I’ve got going for me right now is the children. We haven’t been out much because A) It’s cold and 2) I’m lazy. The shack-wackiness has reached a fever pitch. As a result I have little to show you but their bright shiny faces. Enjoy.
Working on senior portrait poses already.
I’ve cried a few times. Laughed a few more. Slept even less.
That little bit of space in the day that felt like my own has faded completely. Make time for yourself? How is that possible? Does it count if you’ve locked yourself in the bathroom?
I know things will change and babies will grow. The reasons for crying will shift from hoping and dreaming to longing and remembering.
So I put little feet into sleepers with a kiss. Take note of small hands in mine. Watch twinkling eyes widen with wonder. Nuzzle soft heads that fit perfectly on that notch in my neck.
And I wipe away the tears and laugh. Because calm waters never made for a skillful sailor and this hurricane won’t last.