On Selling A House

Woke up. Got out of bed. Fed a baby. Played with said baby. Got ready for the day. Got a phone call. While on the phone got another phone call. Did not answer. That would be rude. Left a message. Ended prior conversation. Listened to message. "A showing request for 10:30." Look at the clock. It's 9:55. There are dishes in the sink. Toys on the floor. Quilting supplies asunder. Bathrooms to wipe down. Floors to sweep. A baby to dress. An explosive diaper. Sweep. Wipe. Fold clothes and put them away. Hide dirty dishes. Sweep. Wipe a runny nose. Hers, not mine. Shopping list to put together. Package to mail. Stupid dog. Why does he shed? Load up baby in car. Out of the house. 10:32. Holy cow. I never want to do that again.

Phone rings.

That's What She Sewed

My interest in sewing began during my pregnancy with Ella Brooks. I envisioned precious hand made dresses and fun diaper bags. Never in a million years did I think I would become interested in quilting. That's what mean old ladies do who would rather sit alone at home with their cats, right?

Welp, assumptions are meant to be broken. And I am the proud new creator of a stacked coin quilt. And I don't even own a cat.



Here she is. My first ever quilt.



I'm pretty proud.



I even hand quilted.



Awww.

This particular quilt will be sent to my dear friends, the Offners, who are pregnant with their second baby boy. And due any minute now. Seriously.

Now that I have ventured into the world of quilting, I have discovered this whole subculture of cool young moms that design their own quilts (and other projects) and share their patterns. If you are interested, check them out here:

Cluck Cluck Sew

Crazy Mom Quilts

Purl Bee

And, if you are interested in a baby quilt or lap quilt. I'd love to chat!

My Newest Friend

When it comes to giving me gifts, Chris knows that direct is best. Surprising me doesn't normally work out very well. Occasionally, it is a huge success (ie- the 30th birthday bash at La Paz= huge success). But on the whole, not so much.

This year he listened very carefully. I received a 50 mm 1.8 Nikkor lens for my new camera. This lens allows me to take lovely portraits in relatively low light situations. If you have been to my house, you know it is a low light setting. That makes taking pictures of the little presh-head very challenging.

This new lens has already been used about a gazillion times. Maybe I exaggerate. Maybe not.

All I know is, I love this gift. Thank you, better half. You are the best!



EB loves the lens, too.



Or maybe it's the robins in the backyard?



What do I hear?



Daddy's home!

Accidental Fun

On Friday we headed over to Statesville to enjoy a night with our dear friends, the Bucklads. It was meant to be a one night visit, but turned into two when our Saturday plans quickly changed thanks to a certain basketball team losing early in a certain tournament. (Jamey, what happened?)

The change in plans allowed us to have a leisurely Saturday. After a morning at a glorious doughnut shop (evidence below) Leigh and I headed to IKEA while the menfolk watched over their progeny.


The amazing selection of fresh doughnuts


Happiness is. . .

One of my favorite parts of the weekend was the friendship between Miles and Ella Brooks. They loved playing together. When they woke from their naps they were excited to see one another. Their joy was evident. And so sweet.


Miles giving EB a push


Fleeting moments

Thanks Bucklads for giving us a wonderful impromptu weekend away!