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December 31, 2007

Welcoming in the new year

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There's forward momentum.  That feeling of bicycling to something, noticing things as they go by but pedaling all the same.  It's not exactly a bobsled rush but it's not a stop for a picnic in the field either.  I want it to all stop.  My guy turned two this year.  I did a little writing and got paid for it.  We dug in the sand on the beach: gray skies, blue water, green boots, red shovel, yellow jacket.  We splashed with abandon on an actual, real-life, family vacation getaway and drank lots and lots of wine into the starry night.  We noticed little joys in the world: a spider spinning, hearts left on a rock for us alone to find, snowflakes on eyelashes, big jumps in little puddles.  There were picnics, parades, the beach, the garden, building and so much talking.  We talk all day long now (I don't talk all day long to head nods and cooing... We talk all day long).  Baking.  Oh, the baking together with a chef's hat and special apron, chair pulled over and finger ready to lick at a second's notice.  Sewing.  Sewing moments of quiet creativity, of learning new things on my own.  The camera.  It was an "I should" before this year and now it's attached.   

A theme here, I know I've mentioned before... Life is change and I do resist change with all of me.  I think "what if" and "but what about" and "I am so comfortable" and "do we really want to ____" (take that leap, bargain on the unknown, upset what we know).  In 2008 I think I really do want to _____ (leap, bargain, upset, notice, enjoy, learn, grow, change).

Tying up the old year in a neat little package really freaks me out.  I feel the closets have to be in order, life has to be in order and the new must commence immediately.  I think the new will keep emerging slowly though and I can handle that.  It would never work to stop, aside from freezing moments in words, images, feelings.  I really do want to keep pedaling, not in a bobsled rush but in a starry night, little puddle, bicycle built for three (one in a chef's hat) journey into what will be. 

December 22, 2007

Merry, merry

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We're off to see Santa, eat fondue and enjoy family time.  Happy holidays to you and yours! 

It just isn't Christmas without...

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...Hand carved ornaments from Pops.  He makes one for my mom, sister and me every Christmas and we now each have a beautiful collection.  It's my favorite handcrafted holiday gift and the most special moment of opening each year.

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December 21, 2007

Little holiday bits: in

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December 20, 2007

Little holiday bits: out

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December 19, 2007

And you thought you could get lost in Flickr

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Shocking news: I went to a bookstore without the boy

I was in a bookstore without the boy.  This fact is monumental.  It's nice to (politely) push through crowds of people interested in buying books as opposed to talking robotic dogs, but still... The holiday shopping crush is amazing.  Older men wandered through the cookbooks squinting to read wish lists, and a guy in the travel section shouted into his cell phone: "Mom!  No listen.  Does Grandpa have any interest in traveling around the United States?  No, Grandpa.  The United States.  Has he expressed any interest in traveling around the United States?  Does he want to look around the country?" 

I picked up a book for mothers and turned it over: "You need this book if you think a dental visit is an opportunity to relax."  Victoria Beckham has a massively heavy book on the main tables, where a random page informed me that your bra does not have to match your knickers.  Really, it was chaos as I wandered but I was calm.  Happy.  Troubling, however, was the realization a half hour in that I'm lost in a bookstore these days.  I've never been lost in bookstores.  Secondary to libraries they are a home away from home.  It's something about this mama life I live where the latest craft book doesn't quite seem financially justifiable when a little imagination and a library visit might suffice.  Cookbooks are good eye candy, but if we're on the up and up here I usually don't use them.  The parenting section is babies, babies, babies and there is NO ROOM for a baby here (see: house hunting gone awry entries).  There's barely room for a little food and clothing in this house.  So I started to feel unease once I made it to the organizational and cleaning book section because I worry that once you feel too much interest in such things your priorities have shifted dangerously.  Where does that leave me?  I parent, clean, cook, craft. 

I almost ran out of the children's section with the noise and the crying (kids) and the yelling (parents) and the stuff.  It's really not about the books in the kids' section anymore.  It's about merchandise and it makes me so sad.  You have to work to find the good stuff, avoiding the screaming five foot+ folks as you do so. 

So I hit fiction and it was silent, calm, full.  Oh, yes, I thought to myself; this is the home away from home.  These stories take you places, opening your world up a little bit at a time.  Synapses fire with tomes like these but, then again, it was silent, calm, full.  What does this say about the world that merchandise fills the space for young dreams in words, and silence roams the space of bigger volumes.  Where are the bigger buyers?  Where are the readers?  Then again, I myself hesitate to spend money on my beloved fiction because I parent, clean, cook, (and try to) craft then pick up a book at 11 p.m. and slip into sleep.  I take chances on authors via the library and I hate the formulas; publishers seem to hesitate as much as me and everything seems the same.  And bad. 

A huge poster in the children's section, viewed in a blur as I fled, read something to the effect of: Books make safe gifts for kids.  Safe gifts?  The treasures of words that tell stories that create dreams?  This is idiotic campaigning that turns the best "things" into simply an alternative for plastic manufactured in China, or even just something with which you can't go wrong.  Books aren't safe.  They are a ticket from the mundane, they're your future and a past.  Books support intelligence.  They archive and transport ideas that can change the world or even (or more importantly) "just" you.  Whoever designed the campaign wasn't at that same bookstore at 2 a.m. the morning of the last Harry Potter release, where wristbands adorned everyone lined throughout the store and one guy made a break for it.  Picture him running across the darkened parking lot, security guards chasing and yelling, trying to get somewhere far away to read a book he didn't have the patience (or money) to purchase.

Quiet time away is so essential for this life of mothering.  Part of that time needs to be reading, again.  Whether or not Grandpa has considered US travel, maybe he would if he was given a really good book to encourage him.  Olivia (Falconer) is better without the stuffed animal distraction.  In addition to Country Wisdom & Know-How, Clean House- Clean Planet (Logan), and Roots, Shoots, Buckets & Boots I did come away with The Inheritance of Loss (Desai) and Roald Dahl Collected Stories (Everyman's Library) for my wish list.  Desai wrote one of my all-time favorite (it came as a total surprise) books: Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard.  I've read and loved just about everything ever published by Roald Dahl but this new collection is a really great selection of his stories for adults.  With a little time away I realized my priorities are actually right where they should be.  Forget a visit to the dentist; I just need to read more.

While I'm on it I'm reading and really enjoying Plenty (Smith & Mackinnon) and did not like Animal, Vegetable, Miracle... (Kingsolver) one little bit.         

December 18, 2007

Victory is ours, in some humble, holiday, cookie-baking fashion

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I do believe that when you bruise your bottom (me, and a little ego) and when things feel just a bit too hectic, it's wise to wear your instruments in your backpack (the boy) and make some gingerbread boys.  Do not bake gingerbread babies though (total toddler alarm at the mere thought of the potential chaos).  Eat and repeat.

December 17, 2007

Itty bitty pincushions

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I just sort-of amassed embroidered birds and such this year, stitching without a purpose.  Now I know they were for the week-before-Christmas pincushion gifts.  I was so happy to have the boys out shopping while I listened to Santaland Diaries and A Very Special Sedaris Christmas, puttering away with felt and thread and Christmas gifts to come. 

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I didn't know how to include lots of (cute, little-- right?) pins without potential opening/stabbing issues but figured felt scraps and ribbon would do the trick.

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Two gifts done (Bam!, Bam! I want to say) and many more in piles.

December 14, 2007

Handcrafters' Holidays Meme (because I am going to handcraft for the holidays... Oh, yes, I am)

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I'm so bad with tagging and such.  I see it, let it sit for too long, feel guilt, worry about it until it falls off the radar, then I'm certain the "tagger" dislikes me.  All in all, not good.  I love when someone throws a little something out there, so thank you.  I also get this slightly weird, "Brainiest Award" feeling from my high school days (I crumpled it up and threw it in the garbage on the way home and am now embracing braininess as cool.  Craftiness too.).  You probably don't know what the heck I'm writing about.  But you know the "Red Rover" feeling of wanting to be called on, but disliking the whole calling process?  I've never been good at anything that involves an invitation to join in because I'm always worried about not getting an invitation.  Or about the people who are sitting at home.  I know, get over it.  It's tagging and memes and this is a blog.  Hello.  But I like a good, "join if you wanna" prompt.  Sliding into a spiral of nonsense can I throw out there that those other reindeer were just rotten to Rudolph?  It's all the two year old in this family wants to read, and I feel like I want to shield him from the nastiness.  They kick snow on Rudolph until he's the best, and then they bow to him.  The Richard Scarry illustrations are pretty cool though, and I especially love that even the reindeer who aren't chosen to go with Santa get jobs like cuddling Christmas kittens and trying out the trains. 

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The SMS meme is right up my alley and since I've been featuring all of the answers it sounded like good fun to add my two cents.  So here goes (join in if you want to... Everyone's invited!):

Do you have a favorite gift that you love to give?
I just really like when I find something I know the other person will really appreciate.  My husband loves first edition books from his favorite authors and so something like that really matters to him.  When we created the book about my grandparents' marriage I know it was meaningful to them.  It's hard to find just the right thing, don't you think?

If you’re making gifts this year, what are you making?
Oh, dear.  I am making gifts (in the near future) but I'm afraid I've been lulled into a false feeling of preparedness by having a list of things for people and no actual items ready to give to said people.  Photos to come, I'm sure.  I have everything ready for napkins, kitchen towels and such.  Does readiness count?

Do you have any good stories about handcrafted gifts you’ve given or received?
Speaking of napkins...  A family friend gave us tons of sets of napkins and tablecloths she made when we were married, each with notes attached telling us what the fabric reminded her of in my childhood (i.e. they came to visit us when we lived in Japan so there's a set with a definite Japanese feel, etc.).  It was so thoughtful and touching. 

The boy has a beautiful quilt my mother's cousin created with the most amazing fabrics and quilting.  It's a work of art and I feel so good tucking him into it at night. 

My mother keeps us happily content with the best homemade jam every day of the year. 

Last year I handcrafted a slew of totally great gifts for our playgroup Secret Santa exchange and in the back-and-forth to the car, pre-Christmas hubbub we left a bag with all of the gifts outside by our front door.  They were stolen in the night (gasp!... And this a "good neighborhood" too...) so I had to remake everything (late).  In the re-do I was tired of fudge (one of the gifts inside) so I googled an easy caramel recipe.  Molly from MollyCoddle (is it MommyCoddle or MollyCoddle now, Molly?!) had just posted one, I found and got lost in crafty blogs, sewed up a storm all year long, became totally interested in photography, started a blog...  All because my handcrafted goods were stolen. 

Do you have any great gift compilation ideas?
Let's see...  I think totes with picnic blankets and assorted picnic-related items are really fun.  I collected some gift ideas here, and I liked this post I worked on for SMS in November.  I like to pair books with related things (i.e. cookbooks with salad bowls and kitchen towels, etc.).

Name one thing on your personal wish list.
I think I'm covered.  I want us to buy a house (I guess I'm thinking big this year) for our family, but that'll come.

Do you make and sell things that would make fantastic gifts?
Not right now, but lots of friends and family members do!  You can't go wrong with some jewelry from Trina or my sister Britta's beautiful art

What is your favorite family holiday tradition?
We always gather around the piano on Christmas Eve and sing carols while my dad plays.  I always tear up.  It's so Norman Rockwell, in such a good way.  Just people I love, happy together, out of tune and all.  I also love that, while we used to have split pea soup for Christmas Eve, one year my grandma decided we were going to do fondue.  Now we have this fun, '70's-style dinner with hot oil and lots of pot cords to avoid and it's so great.  New traditions are important too.

Have you started any new traditions with your family that you didn’t practice growing up?
Someone gave us a book full of prompts and blank pages about how your family spends the holidays, and each year I write a little about what we did, said, gave, received, enjoyed and celebrated.  It's a lot of fun to look back on now, and I like that we started it before the boy was born and have continued to add more wonderful experiences as he grows.  Also, one year my mom put together a selection of our Christmas photos in a little photo album, one for me and one for my sister.  I appreciate it so much and decided to do a little one each year for the boy (so far so good, though this is only the third year!). 

What do you love most about the holiday season?
I love the moments when everything seems to stop.  You look around and see people you love.  There's Christmas music playing, lights aglow and something warm to drink in your hands.  A fire is crackling and there's a little laughter floating around.  I love those moments when you pause and know you'll look back on the moment with happiness, always.  It happens through the year, but it always happens at this time of the year.

What do you like least about the holiday season?
I dislike the pressure of feeling that someone's sense of how much I love, appreciate, and/or like them will directly correlate with the gift I'm giving them.  It never, ever does so I just have to remind myself of that, make sure they know of my love, appreciation and/or like, and then move on to the aforementioned moments. 

Anyone close to your heart that you’ll be missing this year?
My Grandma Lila.  It still doesn't feel right to have a holiday or a visit to the farm without her.  As I miss her and watch my boy grow I realize how much every little bit of everything right now matters.  Time flies, doesn't it?  I remember once, at the farm actually, not wanting to get toys out when a friend came to visit because I didn't want the fun to be over (before it started) and I didn't want to have to clean it up.  I've always had a little bit of that feeling with the holidays.  I think about not wanting it to be over before it's happened.  I'm so done with that now though.  The mess, the good stuff of life, enjoying the experience of right now is where it's at.   

What is your favorite holiday food?
I have a problem with Mexican Wedding Balls, or whatever you like to call them.  I have no willpower when they're near and you know they're almost all just butter, right?  Yum.  I really like hot apple cider too, and that fondue (which is holiday food now).

Do you have a great recipe to share?
Mom's Easy Fudge.  Yum, again.

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Random, trying to be short & sweet

Another photo-less post.  What's happening to me?  Things are dark, dark (just light-wise, spirits are fine) and the camera is sad, sad (again, just the camera).

  • I am so tired.  Seriously.  Where does this come from?  We're like hibernating bears around here, when usually we have a midnight to 6ish sleep schedule (not good either).  I don't know if it's just too dark, if we're still recovering from Vegas or if the holiday hoopla is just too overwhelming if we really venture out.  It's not like I'm madly sewing up Christmas gifts, though that still needs to happen.  It's not like we're flitting from one holiday party to the next or fighting the crowds for the perfect gifts.  We're just tuckered out.
  • I seem to be on a finger puppet kick lately.  At least, I'm finding lots of them to love here, here & here.
  • Vegas thoughts, before I forget: I was wearing, like, three times the amount of clothing in comparison to any other woman within a ten year swing of my age.  I felt like a total minivan-driving mama (nothing against the minivan-driving mama, just evoking a stereotype due to time constraints).  There were also mirrors everywhere, forcing me to confront my coveredupedness at every turn.  I loved walking everywhere.  Loved it.  The boy loved, in order of love: the monorail, waitresses (all waitresses), "cookin' dinner" in the FAO Schwartz kitchen, M & M's (first time), showers (first time), lions (at MGM), the Bellagio water display at night and all of the attention he received as one of the only toddlers in Vegas.  He did not love the Mirage volcano, animatronic penguins in the Venetian conservatory, the animatronic elephant in that jungly restaurant shop at MGM (too loud) and all of the attention he received when he was too tired.  He gambled (three pushes of the button and then we got in trouble), was wowed by the go-go dancers in the Revolution lounge on the way to our elevators, slept like a champ after the first night and thought turbulence was great (Up, down!  Up, down!!). 
  • The coat WAS THERE.  And I did feel cute and hip wearing it and I did go out (to my grandparents' house and to the library).  So there you have it.  Merry Christmas to me.  It's just like this one, but I think mine is cuter.  And I'm pooling gift money from the last few years and buying new shoes that match perfectly.  I have an old, cruddy pair of clogs I've loved to death (too small since the boy) and a pair of running shoes.  That's it for sock weather aside from nice, professional, non-mama-around-the-neighborhood shoes.  It's time for new shoes.   
  • Did you see this cute "visions of sugar plums" photo?  I wish I could do any number of the things this woman can do.
  • I would very much like to make some dough ornaments.  My mother-in-law has some amazing dough ornaments she made when the kids were little...  Next year, I think.
  • That's it. Completely random.

December 12, 2007

Trip the light fantastic, or rather, trip to almost-fantastic lights

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Given the choice I'd always rather cuddle up on the couch in my bathrobe, with the New Yorker and a little hot cider or cocoa.  I don't like to be stuck at home, but I always choose home if that makes any sense.  We did, however, have free admission to Zoo Lights and I packed the cider and blankets with the stroller last night and zipped as fast as traffic would carry us to get the third member of our little family.

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It was pretty trippy, and festive and cold.  The little guy was overjoyed with the carousel for the first time ever, and I sat thawing, watching, remembering the carousel in Spokane with the rings you could reach for if you stretched every muscle in your body and relied on the little belt to keep you tethered to your steed.  It made me happy to choose out and about last night.

Alert!

The $1 waffle weave dishtowels I used for these patchwork towels (and more on the way with a little Christmas crafting in the next few days, please, please, pretty please) were back at our local Target tonight.  It's a seriously good deal.  With Mary Beth's tutorial you'll be set for some nice gifts through 2008 if you're into stuff like that.  I am.

Oh, and I'm going to try to answer questions in the comments from here on out and see how that goes.  I totally can't juggle it all, for some reason.  Shouldn't I be able to?  Anyhow, this might work better. 

And there was the cutest coat at Target too, for a cute gal who gets out and does things and is all polished and put together and I carried it around the store.  It was SO on sale.  Then I handed it over to the cashier to take back because I'm not a cute gal who gets out and does things and is all polished and put together.  I wanna be though, so I'm going back.

End o' alert.

December 11, 2007

Mom's Easy Fudge

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One more snow picture because, well, it's snow and that's my boy.  You can't go wrong, in my book.  Just to clarify I didn't mean, Ha, ha, I'm so calm about the holidays while you're out scavenging the shops for gifts.  It's just a feeling of gratitude, I think, for this particular holiday season.  Nobody is really ill after a series of years of big, bad stuff (knock on wood) and this little boy can appreciate the wonder of the season this year, thereby renewing my view of the joy of twinkly lights, the enchantment of Santa, happiness in togetherness and just all of it.  It's nice. 

Alrighty then.  We used to spend ages making a huge selection of cookies and chocolates for friends and neighbors.  We'd sweat in the tiny kitchen, have massive cookie disasters and we'd end up with a beautiful selection of goodies all wrapped up on cute, little holiday plates.  We'd deliver and then the reaction was always, "Eh... Thanks."  I don't know.  Maybe we missed something but a batch or two is fun (and super-fun when there are folks who really appreciate it and they still get some) but somewhere along the line we decided that knocking ourselves out for "Eh" wasn't the way we wanted to spend the holidays.  Plus Mom, my grandma and my mother-in-law make all of the family favorites and we get our fill plus some.  Lucky, lucky us. 

Enter: Mom's Easy Fudge.  I don't like fudge but even I can appreciate the yummy factor of this stuff.  And it's super-duper easy.  You can make a batch in, like, five minutes.  I don't know where she got the recipe (my book just says, "Mom's Easy Fudge") but it's the perfect thing to whip up, deliver and the reaction is usually, "Wow!"  The other week we bought a basket full of powdered sugar and butter after tallying up the neighbor, friend and office gift list.  I love the new Ball Mason jars (they're marketed as a more "modern" look and were just in the grocery store) so I have lots of those and holiday tins from the dollar store.  With some natural waxed paper and ribbon you'll be set.

Mom's Easy Fudge

1 pound confectioners (powdered) sugar
1/2 C cocoa
1/4 C milk (you can use soy if you want)
1/4 pound butter
1 t vanilla
1/2 C chopped walnuts (optional)

Spray an 8" square pan with spray butter.  Place sugar and cocoa in a non-metal mixing bowl & stir.  Add milk and butter but DON'T STIR.  Heat uncovered in the microwave for two minutes.  Add vanilla & stir rapidly until blended.  Pour quickly into pan & refrigerate for at least one hour before cutting.

* There's at least one antique bowl Mom has that doesn't work with this recipe and metal bowls are out.  Be sure to use glass or a newer ceramic mixing bowl. 

Yum!

December 10, 2007

Winter wonder walk weekend

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That was lovely.  A variety of cruddy things happened, like I spilled half a mug of coffee on the laptop (expertly executed to get a good bit in the disk drive) and today we finally, officially concluded the old house drama (after seller excavations gone wrong, extended inspection periods, etc.). 

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But.  Sunday morning when I did not want to get up early to get work done, one of the people I love best in the world tiptoed over and opened the curtains to a window full of snow.  We're supposed to get more this year in the PNW but it still feels incredibly special when it snows here.  There's always a snow day vibe and with a two year old it's like seeing it for the first time all over again.

We also decorated three trees (one little bitty live tree for us to keep, Nana and Grandpa's tree and a teeny-tiny live little tree to give away), listened to our Charlie Brown Christmas album non-stop and enjoyed being home together.  It really was an all-around lovely weekend.  I evidently have a massive cultural gap from never seeing all of the '80's movies of my youth.  So says T, and since it involves a movie marathon with popcorn (parents-of-a-toddler-style, carried out in the evenings after the little one is asleep and thus likely to span weeks with a movie every seven days or so) I'm inclined to agree.  Last night was "Better Off Dead" and "Sixteen Candles."  Nope, I really hadn't ever seen them and, yep, I'm glad I have now.  What other movies should we have on our list?  We've got "Goonies," "Ghostbusters," "Pretty in Pink" and...  A few others I think.  It's not very Christmasy, but I think that's OK.  For some reason this year I feel very calm about the holidays.  We're just doing what we can do, with love.  Hopefully we'll walk in the snow a bit more too.

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I think Mom's microwave fudge recipe actually helps me through the holidays.  I don't like to eat it, thankfully, but it's such an easy and well-received gift for neighbors and office parties and the like.  I'll post it tomorrow so you can feel very calm about the holidays too.

December 07, 2007

Vegas is a zoo (or, What to pack for a toddler on a trip)

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That was wild!  Early on I decided there's plenty of drinking, gambling and, um, skin in Vegas so the really unique and amazing sight to see was our little toddler!  He perfected his aversion and coyness skills and had a blast.  Everyone was really very kind and accommodating, we saw lots of amazing things and we had fun.  Really.  More about all of that to come but for today here's my (oh, wait... The boy's) new bag.  I don't think he actually carried it once, but I had about an hour and a half the night before we left and he needed a carry on for his first flight.  Actually I've been thinking of this bag since our summer vacation and wasn't going to let this opportunity pass (who knows when we'll ever have another trip!). 

The boy picked the zoo fabric out from the growing collection under the bed.  It's lined in red with orange on the straps (thanks to you, Trina!).  I used a thin batting in the middle with a little Peltex on the bottom for stability.  With no time for measurements I was really happy that it actually worked.  I was going to use iron-on Velcro but the messenger-style flap was big enough to keep it all in and it worked great throughout the trip. 

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I said I was going to write a list of toddler traveling delights last time and forgot.  These were all really successful items for a trip with a two year old and they all fit in the zoo bag:

  • tape
  • solar calculator
  • sticky notes
  • star-shaped hole punch
  • clothespin doll kit
  • kaleidoscope
  • lots o' snacks
  • coloring books with stickers
  • water bottle
  • index cards
  • washable crayons
  • washable markers
  • books
  • drawstring bags with little toys
  • finger puppets
  • wind-up car with track

I was worried about the time we'd spend in the hotel room but the selection of things we brought with us worked out great.  I found a little wooden set of farm animals with a barn and tractor and whipped up a little drawstring bag for those before we left.  At the same discount store I found a little Manhattan Toy Co. Take & Play Neighborhood fold-out kitchen & garage (little, with people you can play with).  The whole idea was open-ended play (well, I guess it always is around here...).  We brought two of our favorite Richard Scarry books (lots to talk about with those) and two compilation books (If You Give a... stories and Curious George stories).  Including a dollar store visit I spent under $25 for a great selection of things that kept us busy for many, many hours at the airport, on the plane and in the hotel room.

I am so glad to be home.

If I'm not here, I'm probably over at Kristin's

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