Sunday, February 18, 2007

Crafty, aint I?

Mini is at this strange age where it is really hard to keep her occupied with something for longer than a couple minutes. She is a very social person, and has a hard time keeping herself entertained unless she has someone to play with her. So, lately I've been desperately trying to find something for her to play with on her own. I was trying to think about what I really liked when I was her age, and one of the things I remember playing with were felt cutouts that my mom had made for us. They would stick to the couch, which was quite thrilling. I don't remember many of them, but I do remember a black horse and an apple tree. So, as a "shout out" to my childhood I made some for Mini. I started out making a horse, 3 girls and a few outfits for her to dress them up in. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, and bought some cheap felt from Michaels. It turns out the cheap kind worked out fine for the clothes but not for the dolls. It was too thin and I had a hard time drawing details on them because it was so fuzzy. So... here is my first attempt. I think I'll end up redoing the dolls eventually with better felt.

I also made some outfits to dress them up in. (I happen to like the little red baby doll dress the best.)

Here is my attempt at a horse.

And here is a dog drawn by the one and only M. We call it Chewy, seeing that it has a sort of wookie look about it.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Sitting at the table eating lunch.

Mini- Mom. Green is my new favorite color.
Me- (completely shocked) Really!?? I though you liked pink.
Mini- (shaking her head seriously) Oh no. Now I like green, 'cause before I was just too uh-sessed with pink. But not any more!

Definition: Uh-sessed. In English: Obsessed.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Been too long.

When I was a small beastling I love to bake. Bread especially, and I was actually quite good at it. I would go door to door in our neighborhood taking bread orders from all the nice retired people that lived near us. (We lived in Fl. on a golf course.) Since I've had M. and W. I've had a lot less time to bake bread, seeing that the whole process takes 3 or 4 hours. It had been way to long, but yesterday I made a lovely loaf of braided oatmeal honey bread. I have to say, there is nothing quite like a steaming hot piece of fresh bread dripping in butter. I know... I shouldn't have admitted the whole butter thing, but screw it! I love butter! Needless to say we already ate the whole loaf. Maybe it's good that I don't bake as much as I'd like, otherwise we at the Nighty household would be considerably rollier.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Now, I am not an angry person. At all. If you know me well, you'll know that I don't have a volatile temper, or get get my kicks by being mean to other people. But... there are two things that just rub me the wrong way: When people tell me how to parent, or when people tell me how to treat my belongings.

I suppose our dog Bo would fall under both of those categories. We have an invisible fence in our yard, that stopped working a couple months ago. (We had some landscaping done and the guys snapped the wire.) Bo is a sweet calm dog, and even though he knew that he couple "escape" he would never go farther than the couple empty acres behind our house, that is until we had new neighbors move in next door. They also have a lab and the two dogs became friends. After a couple weeks, the two of them started running away together. Every time this happened our neighbor would tell us that we needed to lock up our dog because "he was an instigator and had a dominant personality, and was luring their dog away from home." So, we tried to be good neighbors and called to have our fence repaired, sucked it up and paid the ridiculous $300, hoping that would fix the problem. Unfortunately, our neighbors felt like they didn't need to restrain their dog, and continued to let him come over to our house whenever he wanted, and Bo would, like any other dog, jump through the invisible fence to go hang out with his friend. (Is it just me, or would seem more fair if the people would do something to keep their dog on their property?)

Lately we have been having some nasty cold weather, so I've been keeping Bo inside pretty much all day. The other night as I was bundling up the kids and getting them out to car, Bo slipped past me and I didn't even think twice about it. Apparently he was in desperate need of a "run." An hour later I got a call from our neighbor telling us that Bo had been at their house all night, and that if we keep letting him out he's not going to know which house he lives at. How was I supposed to respond to that? Am I supposed to never let him outside? We've had him for 4 years... he's not confused at all. Anyway, enough of the grumpy neighbors rant... feels better to get it our of my system.

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Welcome to Em's world. I am a stay at home/ work at home (when the odd job presents itself) mom. I have the privilege to spend every single day with my sweet/crazy 5 yr. old daughter, Mini M. and my little man, Baby W. who was born May 3rd. I can't forget the best part of my life- my hub. C.N., who happens to be the sweetest, funniest fella alive. We have been married almost 6 years. So that's me and my fam.