Must Sleep

I'm feeling a little bleary eyed lately from lack of sleep.  Red eyes.  Oh-so attractive bags under the eyes.  Falling asleep while reading books to Quinn in the afternoon.  (This is not so unusual actually.  I seem to have a lull in energy mid-afternoon, usually when they boys feel like relaxing themselves with some books.  Well, reading out loud at this time of the day just knocks me out and I literally fall asleep while reading.  Yep, eyes closed, head nodding, the whole thing.  That in itself is not so strange.  The strange thing is that I keep reading out loud but since my eyes are closed and thus not able to read the words, my brain makes up words to continue the story.  It cracks Mike and the boys up.  Keegan eagerly awaits for it to happen but unfortunately, it's not a trick I can perform on demand.  Giggles due to the arrival of seven dancing ballerinas in one of their books once woke me from a pleasant afternoon nap.  Not surprisingly, I also fall asleep in bed at night while reading only to be harshly woken up by  a book falling squarely on the bridge of my nose.  Sorry.  I digress.)   I wish I could blame my recent tiredness on someone or something but I have only myself to blame.  Wait.  Not true.  I blame Claire and Jamie.

I started reading this series in January and I have been whole-heartedly sucked into it.  I can't seem to put each book down until I finish it at which point I quickly pick up the next book in the series.  It goes everywhere with me on the slim chance that I may have a few minutes to read.  And as you may have guessed, I have been staying up far too late the last few nights reading about the adventures of Claire and Jamie.  I don't think I need to tell you that I am enjoying the books.  I only wish I had fewer obligations during the day so I could read in daylight and then get a decent sleep that night.  Must sleep.  Honestly, I don't foresee that happening tonight.  I am so close to the end.  Also, is it wrong to feel that I would leave my husband for a fictional character if said character just happened to step directly out of the book,  thick Scottish accent, kilt and all?  That's completely normal, right?  Right?

A Good Start

It's a PD (Professional Development) Day here so no school for the boys today.  I slept in a wee bit, got up, made coffee and climbed back into bed with coffee mug in one hand and my book in the other.  I was soon joined by the boys.  While I read my book, Keegan read out loud to Quinn.  Sip, read, glance over, give a little hug.

Late breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup.

The sun is showing itself.  Later we will head out to the farmer's market for fresh veggies and strawberries, along with the kettle corn to which Quinn and I seem to be developing an addiction.  Also heard there is a tea lady there on Fridays.

Looks like it's going to be a good day.

Wordless Wednesday

Embracing My Inner Pippi

Is 40 too old for pigtails?  Maybe.  Perhaps.  More than likely.  Oh well.

Knitting Mojo

Knitters will know what I am talking about.  You are working on one project only to see another pattern that you would like to knit, then another and perhaps another.  It seems there is just not enough time to knit all those sweaters, hats, mittens and scarves to keep loved ones warm in the cold months.  It's a good feeling.  And then all of a sudden it's gone.  The knitting mojo.  Gone.

It happened a few months ago when I decided to take a break from knitting for my Etsy shop.  As much as I enjoyed knitting for the shop, I was excited about knitting something from the mental list in my head that had been getting longer and longer.  But where to begin?  I quickly cast on for a sweater  that I had wanted to knit for a year but ended up being a bulky green mistake.  I think that sweater was responsible for sucking away my knitting mojo.  Or maybe all my creative mojo was being directed toward my new passion, soap making.  I couldn't seem to keep up with all the ideas for soap.  A balance of sorts, I guess.  Either way, after that green seater, I didn't want to knit much of anything. So I worked on a pair of socks, the occasional face cloth and I was bored.  Bored by knitting.  

Then Saturday afternoon happened.  A rainy Saturday afternoon when I found myself with a few free hours.  Yes, that's right.  Lego had provided me with a whole afternoon to browse knitting patterns at my leisure.  And it came back.  The knitting mojo returned.

 
I now look forward to sitting down with my knitting in the evening.  It is relaxing, that clickity clacking of the needles.  But far from boring.  I am already planning my next project.  Welcome back, knitting mojo.

For One Short Evening

For one short evening we had the world's biggest sandbox in our backyard.

And with the kind permission of the workers, the boys played like only boys can play.  I believe a squeal of delight was heard when Mike threw the bag of sand toys down into the pit formerly known as our backyard.

Let's not worry about the dirt.  It is easily washed away and swept up.  And sweep I did.

And don't forget about the mighty machines left to rest for the following day.  The workers suggested the boys climb in.  Such nice men but the boys didn't need the invitation.

Keegan: "Can we keep it like this?" Us: "No."  Keegan:  "Well, then can we do this once a year?"  Us:  "That's funny. . . No."

Wordless Wednesday