These carvings make me think of my old Smothers Brothers comedy tape. Whackwhackwhackwhack whack....
Pa Torm made two of this carving - one cranky woodchopper, and one happy. One of his coworkers had ordered one, so he gave her a choice. She said that her man was rather cranky when he was chopping wood last fall, but she decided...to be safe...to go with the smiling chopper.
So, as I type, I've got a cranky man wielding an axe peering down at me. If you'd like to have a cranky man wielding an axe peering down at you instead, I'll box him up and send him off.....for $55. (free shipping) He has so much more character than that smiling woodchopper, don't you think? whack whack whack whackwhackwhack........
This totally makes me smile We sang to Brian twice in the last week - but he just couldn't get the candle blowing part, wouldn't do it. But tonight..when it was his dad's cake, he blew that candle out so fast it made our heads spin
As I'm sitting here with my 3rd cup of coffee (next week I'll quit...really, I'm still trying to find an adequate placebo) I'm cursing my short memory.
We're home from our morning walk. I was so proud of myself, before the walk, for remembering to put a fiver in my pocket. A fiver that I was going to spend at the grocery store on a cake mix, as it's Pa Torms birthday today.
And, we went for a walk, and we didn't dress appropriately. What's with this 65 degrees yesterday and 43 degrees today crud? I have enough to think about without wondering if it's 20 degrees colder from one day to the next
Anyway So my 2 year old has red cheeks and frozen fingertips. We raise 'em tough in Tormville. Not always on purpose.
And now we're home again and I still have a fiver in my pocket, dagnabit. Now what do I do?
I wonder if I have enough ingredients to make another carrot cake?
And finally - for the next 10 months, I'm only 2 years older than the man of the house. Believe you me, I celebrate this day even more than he does. The jokes are so old.
So, who wants to see a photo of my long-haired hubby circa 1988? The year we started dating? I can be bribed with M&M's. None of which came yesterday. *sniff*
This time of the year feels so busy to me, I must purge the brain again...
The baby was supposed to go for a well baby visit this morning but .....
his big sister was up hurling her guts out last night. So, ironically, I had to call the doctor and cancel because we have a sick kid. How sad is that? And I couldn't even think straight to reschedule because our lives are so full and busy right now. It may be fall before he gets his 2 month check-up.
the weather right now I really really wish that I had said 'yes' when Pa Torm asked if he should stop for clothepins on the way home. It was 77 windy degrees yesterday and me with only 4 pins. drat. And today I have a washing machine full of bedding. drat drat drat.
bullies thanks for the comments yesterday - Al hasn't taken a swing yet but says he came close. Time will tell.
gas the baby was his worst yesterday. I had been avoiding tomatoes....but I did have 3 pieces of pizza on Sunday. I'm assuming that was a major part of yesterday's problem. It was wretched. The crying...not the pizza.
Carvings Pa Torm sold another carving today - I took some pics last night but they were rather shadowy. I'll play later. We've talked some more about setting up an Etsy shop for him. When he gets 10 pieces done and ready...we'll do just that. I'll keep ya'll posted.
scrappy stuff This was going to be a whole post onto itself as there's a lot of scrappy stuff going on - but I need to purge my brain in full this morning so it goes here. ;)
HOF I was worried that I would be a bit down when this years calls went out - but I can honestly say that I wasn't, I enjoyed being a cheerleader. It was so relaxing. Congratulations to all the talent on the list!!
Debbie's book We met our first deadline for Debbie's book with Memory Makers. And I'm stoked. To see it all falling into place is such a fun process - the book is going to be wonderful! I still can't get over the fact that Debbie asked me to be a part of it!
The Scrapbooking Journey Cory Richardson-Lauve put this book together and I have a teeny tiny essay in it. I received my advance copy this week and it looks like pure yumminess...lots of depth, very inspiring. I packed it in my vacation bag so I can enjoy it thoroughly at that time.
Paper Crafts - Can I just say that I love Paper Crafts Magazine??? Seriously. They rock
Ali - I'm certain that almost everyone in the scrap community has seen Ali's badge for Autism already, but I also know that I have a lot of non-scrapping readers, so I just had to share because it give me warm fuzzies. look here Apparently, some fellow by the name of Kevin Bacon is going to give the top 6 badges a matching grant of $10,000. It's been so fun to watch as Ali went from second place last week and glided into first, now to see if we can keep her there! She's also posted a special album project as her way of saying thank you
Technique Tuesday - is also making a difference with a special stamp set and contest to raise Autism Awareness.
Speaking of Technique Tuesday - I'll be doing a couple TT projects during the month of May. One locally, and one online. More to come on that later......
M&M's I have it from a good source that the mailman may be bringing me some today......life is good!
Random thoughts that consume my brain If I were rich, would I still be frugal? Does life ever slow down? Would chocolate chips taste good in carrot cake? Will the pants that were too big for W at the beginning of the school year still fit her in June? Does the fact that for the first time in 39 years my shoes match my purse mean that I'm finally - with it?
But he has been the subject of some pretty persistant picking on at school. It was the source of his problems at the beginning of the year and it's ebbed and flowed as we've discussed the problems with his core teachers.
And, well...because today is Monday and he should have perhaps gone to bed a half hour earlier than he did last night....the problem was over the top to him this morning.
And he mentioned it to Pa Torm over breakfast. Pa Torm and I differ in how to handle bullies. I suppose it's pretty classic male/female differences. I've always preached the walk away and take the high road talk.
Pa Torm told him this morning, "Pop him in the nose and be done with it"
My eyes got big, cuz...well...frankly....that's my baby!!!! I'd feel much better about that line of thinking if he made it all the way to black belt, but he's only brown, and that was several years ago already.
And so began the mixed messages. Me: Just realize that times are different now then when dad did that as a kid Pa: But it might be the only thing that will work - it's been months Al: What will happen? Me: Suspension? Expelled? Anger management.....again....... Pa: The trick is to do it when nobody is around Me: Paaaaaaa! Al: What will my punishment at home be if I get expelled (his concern is computer time) Me: Just think the punch thru very clearly before you swing it - and no complaining about the consequences whatever they are Pa: "When I was a kid......."
And so on... So we'll see. Al has quite the education this year in the ways of actions and consequences, and he finds himself often frustrated with the system. He wishes he grew up in the same era as his dad and grandfather did. And era where you could pop someone in the nose without consequence. When you could pop someone in the nose simply because they were buggin' you first. An era when the bullies were the ones learning the tough lessons.
It was bookfair up at the local elementary yesterday.
And I sent Wendy with a five spot and some rules. One book, no toys, no comics....and I hoped for the best and forgot about it.
Just before 4 she came bouncing in the side door with just a touch of a lisp again. The lisp is an oddity that she picks up at school now and then but quickly disappears under my penetrating eye when she walks in the door.
"Mom! Mom! Do you want to see the book I bought!?!" Yes...I would...and the receipt. My frugal nature never takes a break.
And she pulled out the receipt and still with a touch of her lisp she excitedly shared, "And here's the change and mom another girl traded her change with me!" And she opened her paw and where there should have been 77 cents there was only 53 cents.
Wendy wendy wendy.......sit down
I had no doubt in my mind as to who she traded with. I've met the little girl on the other side of this transaction, little miss, "hello, my name is Taylor but I'd like everyone to call me Tiffany" on the first day of school. I'd even go so far as to say that Wendy has learned more from Tiffany, but in the way of life lessons, than she has from her teacher. Tiffany has street smarts which I'm rather prone to admire in a kid. I also have a soft spot for her. It was on the second or third day of school that W came home with...."Mom...Tiffany lives with her nana because her parents don't care about her and she has no idea where her dad is" *sniff* And T's got spunk....I think she'll turn out okay. She always greets me with a jaunty little wave and toothless grin when I make the hike up to the school
Anyway. I'm rambling.
I sat miss Wendy down and we discussed the value of money. Mind you...they've been studying money for the past 2 weeks in kindergarten. There are songs for every coin - and every doctors visit we've had this past couple weeks would find us in the waiting room with change in our hands discussing the value. But Wendy's carefree nature doesn't want to retain this information just yet. The lessons run thru her brain like a sieve. Over and over again we teach and over and over again she's laughingly telling us wrong answers without a care in the world if it's right or wrong.
But now she cares. Now she knows the importance of learning the value of money. Tiff just made off with her gumball/garage sale money after all. A penny buys next to nothing....but a quarter, that goes a long way at the quickly upcoming yard sales. Wendy's gonna make a quick turnaround now when it comes to the cold hard cash in life.
We also had a lesson about friendship. "But she said if I didn't trade she wouldn't be my friend anymore"
oh honey.....but friends don't take advantage of one another And I could see that sinking in too
So, while Wendy wanted me to call Tiff's nana and tattle...I did finally make her realize that it's up to her to be smarter next time and use this as a lesson in both money and friends and life
And she pondered this, and she agreed.....and she pulled herself up by her bootstraps and ran outside to giggle and laugh and enjoy life for the moment.
I think she'll turn out just fine...flighty and all.
In two days the youngest Torm will be two months old He's 'cited...can you tell? Here's some stats, more for my own memory than anything else. I like to get these things down, and this is the most convenient place to do so....
He rolled over from his front to back yesterday - totally caught me by surprise He's still gassy - I still have to call the chiropracter to see if he can help him out He's hit the bottom of his 3-6 month duds and is now beginning to wear 6-9 month duds. The lunk. Smiles Giggles Coos for the past week - he's begun to sleep 5-6 hour stretches at night, 10-3:30 ish at 3:30 ish he wakes up furiously with bad gas and rogue boogies that I can hear but can't see as Steph said on Monday - he's a face out baby, he wants to see what's going on. The oldest has been my only snuggler so far Very alert - holds his head up like a champ He's a cozy little lunk
And this little boy is two, don't ya know Trains are his most favorite thing in the world While he still doesn't talk much - he's really increased his vocabulary in the last few weeks
And I feel for the guy - his big sister has taken it upon herself to teach him how to go on the potty. He did so well right before we had the baby - but now it doesn't interest him anymore. His sister drove him batty with her persistance yesterday. I just had to chuckle.
Both of his two year molars are trying to bust thru
His favorite books are, Goodnight Gorilla, The Wheels on the Bus, and Jamberry
He takes luscious 3 hour naps in the day, but it's extremely difficult to get him to stay sleeping at night
He was 25 lbs at his last appt a few weeks ago He loves my singing. I'm curious how long that will last. Nobody else does. LOL He's two and he loves trains
I've had two cups of coffee this morning - I'm entertaining the thought of quitting for a few days to see if that helps the gasman. But it's a painful thought....
I'm hoping to meet two deadlines today, if two little boys take naps at the same time....
Within the next 20 days, we'll have seen two of Pa Torms out of town siblings
and I need to get it in gear...... enjoy the day, and...... be good! ;)
My goal today is to make some lists and regain some focus. When I look at my calendar these days...I'm a twitch overwhelmed. Lists help me stay on task. I need to stay on task.
There are 20 days until Easter. Within those 20 days.....
we'll have out of town company twice
a wedding shower
lots of layouts/deadlines
2 month well baby check
lists, lists, lists and more lists
and everyday life
hmmm....that's not nearly so daunting when it's all written down. I think that it's the April turn of the calendar that fills me with anxiety. It always seems that, in our life, once the calendar turns to April...it's full speed on until January. It's only in these winter months that I ever really put my feet up.
Our April is full, our May is full - June is spoken for and July is having to be whittled down as it's overfull. Life never really slows down, does it?
In other news - we've decided to sell our Trillium camper. *sniff* It wasn't a planned decision - but when we went visiting Sunday evening, the people that we bought it from were lamenting it's loss and told us if we ever decide to sell they would buy it back. As it is...we've outgrown the camper, and as we only use it maybe once a year - it's just not practical right now. And it would pay for our overwhelming van bill yesterday and that's a fact.
Van repairs stink
And Steph came over yesterday. The day flew by far too quickly. She played with my babies..I tried to scrap, we ate chocolate and we watched the scrapbook boards for news of the annual Hall of Fame of scrapbooking calls to go out. It was fun to pass the day with somebody - and it was fun not to be stressing about a phone call this year! I thought I would be a bit down about not having had the time to enter - but truly...how can I justify being down about having a full life? Can't.
And life is full. Continually, pell-mell, tripping over my own two feet to get it all done - full. And that's a good thing As long as I get the lists made