The “OK” Phase

I’ve never read about this anywhere, so I’m not sure if this is a normal thing or not, but just in the last couple of days, Carrie has become super agreeable and cooperative. I mean, she literally says “OK” to any request I make and then actually does it. And I’m talking about things that used to result in a big, emphatic “NO!” and a meltdown:

“Carrie, it’s time to go inside, we’ll garden some more later.” “Oh, OK. Let’s go inside!”
“We don’t have time to watch TV right now, we have to get ready to leave.” “OK Mommy, I need shoes!”
“Sorry sweetie, we have to eat dinner before you can have a cookie.” “Oh, OK! I eat dinner first!”

I’m starting to worry…

Cake, Cake, Cake…and More Cake.

The party went really, really well. It was so nice to see some of the more distant relatives that we haven’t seen in years. In honor of the occasion (and I’m still not sure why the restaurant allowed this) I baked a cake. Four, in fact.


Lisa and I spent hours making tiny gum paste flowers, including a few calla lilies since those were my grandmother’s bouquet. Two nights ago I literally spent more than four hours baking cakes, and then yesterday’s icing bonanza involved several hours of Lisa and I working together, and many, many videos for the kids.

Apparently, at least one of the wait staff was wondering if she could get my card. Uhhhh. Card? That would imply that you could pay me enough to do something like this for someone not closely related to me. Now I know why wedding cakes cost so much!

Sixty Years

My grandparents (on my mom’s side) have been married sixty years today. They let me take some anniversary pictures of them, and although I’m far from being a “real” photographer I really love how some of them came out, especially this one.

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My mom and her siblings have been putting together a huge party to celebrate. I’m in charge of the cake and the slide show. I think at this point they’re both pretty much finished…which is good since the party is tomorrow night!

Two…and a half!

Dear Carolyn,

Today you are officially two and a half. We celebrated by going and getting our hair cut. Actually, I got my hair cut, and then you wanted a hair cut too, so we’re now sporting matching kicky summer styles. I’m a little sad, because your hair was finally getting long enough to braid, but now you actually look two and a half – strangers kept assuming you were much older between your hair and your height.


You are so excited that it’s spring. Every time anyone walks out of the house – to get the mail, take the dogs out, go to work, or anything else – you immediately drop what you’re doing, run to the foyer, start putting on your sandals and exclaim “I go out too because it’s spring!” I think you’re having a hard time understanding that sometimes when it’s spring you still need to wear a coat and socks! You’ve been having so much fun outside with your tricycle and your chalk that I can’t blame you for wanting to be out there as much as possible. We’ve also been planning what flowers to plant in our garden this spring – you’re sure you want purple – and I have a feeling gardening is going to be one of your new favorite activities. Maybe we’ll try planting a container garden of vegetables on the deck this year.
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Your imagination has really taken off this month. You have an imaginary friend, Mimi, and you have tea parties with your baby dolls. You love to pretend to be things, like an octopus or a puppy. The other day you wanted me to be Carolyn while you were Mommy. For some reason you didn’t want to fix me a snack, though…

This has also been a month of fine motor skills. You’re starting to hold crayons and pencils the “right” way – and you favor your right hand when you do, so it looks like you’re not going to be a lefty like me. You want to know how to write letters. I think you may learn how to write before you learn how to read! You’ve also discovered that you can form your fingers into the ASL numbers and letters – including the “ILY” sign for “I Love You”. It’s amazingly cute (and wonderful) to flash you the ILY sign and have you sign and say back “I love you too Mommy!”

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I figured out today that you’ve been here for more than 900 days. Even if I’ve only given you 11 kisses every day (and that’s a pretty low estimate, because you’re awfully kissable) I’ve already given you 10,000 kisses. Mwah!

Love, Mommy

Mini Socks

I’ve been working with the same pit orchestra director for three years, and she’s seen me knit several pairs of socks during breaks over the years…so, I thought I’d gift her with a pair of mini socks as a thank you for being such a great orchestra director.


Carrie thought they were socks for her baby dolls – and really, if I made the legs a bit shorter and ribbed the whole cuff and instep I think they’d stand a good chance of fitting. And they take so little yarn, I can probably make dozens out of all the leftover bits of sock yarn I have!

Mambo!

West Side Story is finished. As usual, a happy and sad thing – as much as I really, truly hated the accompaniment in the beginning, it kind of grew on me, and I actually got pretty good at playing it, too. And it really seemed like a very large proportion of the cast and the pit were seniors this year, so next year will be mostly new faces. (Always assuming they ask me back, of course!)

But I am looking forward to getting back to putting Carrie to bed in the evenings, and eating dinner at home more often than not!

And I’ll get back to doing some knitting just as soon as my wrists forgive me for playing 6 full shows in 5 days…

First Imaginary Friend?

This morning while Carrie and I were snuggling she mentioned “Mimi”. I asked her who Mimi was, and I discovered that Mimi is a 3 1/2 year old little girl with red hair who was sitting on the bookshelf. I asked Carrie to tell Mimi that 3 1/2 year old little girls should not sit on bookshelves and could she please climb down, and then asked her how she knew Mimi. She said that they have been friends for a long time. After Mimi got down off the bookshelf she declared that she was going to go eat at Wendy’s. Um, OK.

We’ll see if Mimi becomes a regular visitor or not.

Lovely Vase

vase_by_dad.jpgMy mom gave my dad a lathe a couple of Christmases ago. Ever since then, their breakfast bar in their kitchen has been filling up with random turned pieces of wood – some functional, some decorative, but all lovely. My dad has made us a set of wooden bowls, and he gave Carrie a wooden egg-shaped kaleidoscope.

On a seemingly unrelated note, I was in Michael’s the other day and found some small silk flowers that I thought might look cute in Carrie’s play kitchen. But a quick trip around the store didn’t yield any plastic vases. Then I ended up in the ready-to-finish wood objects aisle…and had a thought. (Rare, but it happens sometimes.)

So I went to my parents’ house last night to work with my mom on a project, and mentioned to my dad that if he had some spare lathe time Carrie would really adore having a vase to put her flowers in near her kitchen. Two hours later I came home with this little treasure.

Isn’t it lovely? It’s wild cherry, and the grain pattern is just beautiful. I’m having a hard time putting it in Carrie’s kitchen – I want it in mine! I wonder if I could make a request for Mother’s Day for one of these for me? :)

What I Did On My Spring Break

My bedroom walls before, and after an insane number hours of painting:

And here, here is the vile tan gold ugly, nasty and definitely not hypo-allergenic carpet we needed to tear out, and the pre-finished bamboo flooring we’re putting in it’s place:

There’s still a lot of work to do. High on that list is to actually move the furniture back into our room! But first, we have to, well, finish installing the floor. And then re-install the baseboards, locate, purchase and install quarter round molding…actually, that might be it. I think.

As is always the case with home improvement projects, this one didn’t go quite as planned. But still, overall, it was better than I expected.

Initially, I was going to leave the border up, tape it off, and paint under it. Obviously, I changed my mind, and had to tack on an extra couple of days for wallpaper removal (but the orbital sander wasn’t required, so really, that hardly counts.)

And then, I wasn’t going to paint the trim, but the baseboards had to come off the walls to install the flooring. Aside from the fact that they got a little dinged up in the process, because part of it had been covered up with carpet the last time we painted they weren’t actually all one color.

Well, once you paint the baseboards, you have to paint the door frames. And then the doors look really dingy and aren’t quite the same white so you have to paint those. In for a penny, in for a pound, the windows and frames need a fresh coat too.

So between the two coats of wall paint (that color just makes me deliriously happy – or maybe it’s the paint fumes?) and the trim I hadn’t intended to paint, I spent sixteen hours painting our room. (Spread out over several days of course!) What that meant was that we didn’t rent the giant floor stapler thingy until today. And since one of us had to watch Carrie, Denis had to do the whole process himself: staple in some boards, measure, head to the garage, cut an end piece, repeat, repeat, repeat, jigsaw the board going around the closet door frame…you get the idea.

So, next Sunday we’ll hopefully manage to finish the floor. And then it’s just a matter of moving several large, heavy pieces of furniture back in. Oh, wait, I forgot about the baseboards…

More Knitting?

A cousin of mine is expecting a little girl in a couple of months. I picked out a cute little pattern, and I was going to do it in the pastel pinks, purples and blues shown, but then I spotted these colors:

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Really, how cute will that be? If it turns out even half as pretty as I think it will I might just have to make a matching one for Carrie…