Blankity blanket

As for sewing projects, I clearly didn't get much done today.  But I'm in the process of making a bunch of baby blankets.  I can post a pic of the one that I've already given away, but the others will have to wait until they've been gifted.

My grandma made me a few of these flannel blankets - just one layer (although she sent multiples - one layer and two layer are a really nice weight.  Plus super easy because you just narrow hem the edges and do a decorative stitch.  Voila.  Baby blanket in under 30.

I also went insane and made my own piping today for a different blanket. (Actually it wasn't so much insanity as they didn't have enough premade in the color I needed at the store.) I then proceeded to discover that I am definitely not talented enenough to take short cuts like inserting the piping between the layers and sewing the layers at the same time. 1 1/2 hours later, that mess was fixed. Once I give away the result, I shall post a picture of it.

Sunday

First of all, this micro-suit makes me want to buy my son a fedora, possibly a little fake machine gun, and put '30s gangster slang in captions under the picture:

Second of all, my job at church is to do music with the kids, which is pretty much the best job out there.  But it's like pulling nails to find people to commit to substitute for me so on days like today when I feel like crap, I find that I'd rather go to the effort of just dragging myself to church than find someone who will take care of my job for me.  And so we did the Move Cube.  Which is essentially a giant cube that they can roll like a die and it has things like "spin around," "jump up," "high five," "move right/left," etc. on each side.  And we "moved" every time we sang something in the song that was a blessing.  It was a great quick idea, albeit a not very well-thought-out one, since of course I had to lead said moving.  Oops.  The third time somebody rolled "jump up," I made him do it again.  Even though he's 3.

Naptime

This kid does not want to miss anything.  He's been fighting the whole nap thing for a while.  Although I'm probably just an ignorant first-time parent who gives in too easily.  The only sure way to get him to nap is to snuggle him into submission.  He snores really loud and flops around a lot for someone so small (relatively speaking, since compared to other kids his age, he's quite the chunk).   It makes it kinda hard to sleep in the same room as him...

Yes, he did this position himself.  Little contortionist. 

 The Buddha belly is 90% of why I had to share these pics.  It's so squishable.  

Uninteresting

Part of my problem trying to blog is that I can't think of anything to write about most of the time.  I've tried to start writing about a couple of different things and each time I got about 2 sentences in and had nothing more to say.  Or realized it was completely uninteresting (not that I'm hitting the ball out of the park with this intro either...)

Maybe I've just gotten that uninteresting?

I mean, I did get excited at the prospect of invisible zippers for 89 cents each a few minutes ago...  and I have no idea what movies are currently in the theaters... oh well...

More cuteness!!  This kid is a master scooter.

6 Months!

This kid is so cute it hurts.  The new thing this week is exploring our voice, i.e. making pterodactyl sounds.  But we also get super excited when we see Daddy, love to be tickled, and are completely fascinated with the rotating space heater.  We also chew on everything, drool all over, and are very good at blowing out multiple diapers per day.  Pretty sure we almost single-handedly support the stocking of Oxi-Clean pretreat in all local stores.

Grand Plans

Grand plans, people.  Everyday I have grand plans.  Unfortunately, whereas my grand plans used to usually look like:

• Write grad school papers and read 50 pages+ per day of academic enlightening/nonsense articles/books.
• Make lesson plans and email them to all the other grad instructors I coordinate.
• Teach eager minds the basics of music or the essentials of flute-playing.
• Write my own flute tutor and get it published.
• Pass off extra courses for my degree while enrolled in a full schedule.
• Etc.

Now my grand plans include things like washing poop off things and trying to shower.  And the really grand ones are things like cooking and figuring out how to wipe personal information off an old computer that needs to get out because I can't take the clutter anymore, ack.  (And barring success at the latter, tearing into said computer and removing the hard drive so we can smash it with a hammer, Izma-style.)  But given that I have someone smiling and cooing at me much more often than I ever did in school, it is much more fulfilling.

So having baked cornbread twice this week is a big accomplishment.  (I hate cooking - if I'm going to create something time-consuming, I would rather be sewing.  Or at least trying to get better at piano.)  And I'm kinda sad I didn't try to make gluten free cornbread from scratch before.  Because those dang mixes are expensive.  And the stuff from scratch isn't much more time consuming.  In fact, I'm thinking I'll just make some of my own mixes ahead of time once I know I'm thoroughly happy with my ingredient ratios.

And here's some gratuitous cuteness, since I haven't been able to blog from my stinking phone that has all the pictures:

NaBloPoMo

For the record, I attempted to start up posting for NaBloPoMo, entirely for the sake of my best friend. And I thought I was being smart - I put the blogger app on my phone.  But EVERY time I try to publish a post it says post failed.  So apparently I failed before I even started.  And now I'm typing this from my computer so I don't have cute pictures of my baby.  And let's face it, I'm such a bad writer that the only reason anyone would check my blog would be to see cute pictures of my baby.  So double fail.  On the plus side, I bought a Butterfinger peanut butter cups thing today and it was amazing.  I also managed to put up my Halloween decorations before Halloween.  Still riding that high from last week.  Last year they didn't get put up at all thanks to grad school and ongoing morning-that-lasted-all-day sickness.  And I have an awesome potion bottle collection (me MIL asked me to help her make potion labels one year and I just sort of kept making them until I had around 50.  True story.  Now I don't want to take them down so they may just sit out for the next few weeks and then I'll be super lazy and switch them straight out for Christmas decorations.  Besides, Monkey Bug will likely be able to get into them next year so who knows how long it will be until I get them all put out at once again.

That's all the excitement here folks.  Unless you count the number of times I had to wash poop off myself, the Bug's clothes, and various other items today.  It was around 4.