– Isobel has been doing this thing lately where she shuts herself and a cat or two inside the garage with the screen door. “This is my dungeon,” she’ll say. “Squirrelly and I live here.”
– Anthony and I are both sick. And so are my parents, actually. And his parents. Basically everyone is sick except for Isobel, who only just finished a round of antibiotics for a double ear infection. I slept for almost three hours yesterday and can barely muster up the energy to leave the house. We are a ball of fire over here. Infectious fire.
– Our meth neighbors are doing meth again. Which means another police bust is imminent, but not before living next to meth man for a few more months again at the very least.
– The other day Isobel and I were watching a movie where someone was giving birth. Isobel asked why the Mama was crying and I told her it was because having a baby hurts. “Did it hurt when you had me?” she asked. Oh yes indeed, it hurt very much. “Oh poor mama! I’m sorry!” she said and then she hugged me tight.
– We had a lovely, simple Easter this year. We watched my parents sing at the choir in church and participated in an egg hunt afterwards with her cousins. After that we went home and my Dad barbecued a roast while I made the sides. Chunky clouds drifted across a bright sky and every so often thunder, followed by a light dusting of rain, rolled overhead. I felt so calm and grateful for nature, for community, and for my little family.
– My dear friend Jenn and her husband Chris paid us a visit and brought with them a fresh bouquet of daffodils and a miniature succulent planted in a porcelain thrifted egg cup for Isobel. I don’t know who was more pleased. While we talked Chris decided to look at our ailing dishwasher (the man has skillz) and discovered a straw had somehow made its way through our dishwasher’s pump and lodged itself in the… spinny-sprayey thing. It’s like a brand new machine. While Chris tinkered and I washed various filthy dishwasher parts Jenn occupied Isobel by playing in the pencil room (which was an absolute disaster, sorry Jenn!). I am forever in their debt for the gorgeous family portraits they took last year. Jenn always seems to come to my rescue. Love you, lady.
– Isobel’s 4th birthday is next week and we’re throwing her a party on Saturday. My MIL has really stepped up to the plate and made things happen while Anthony and I were too stunned by the news of the layoff to put effort into the party. Grandma to the rescue! She ordered her a cake and a bounce house and come Saturday we’re all going to have a great time.
– Last weekend my collectible Bad Neighbors card arrived in the mail and I couldn’t be happier! Except for when we were playing at Brandon’s birthday and Stef got the homewrecker card and stole my Me card from my family and then proceeded to kick my ass with it. It just goes to show, no one can beat me. Not even me.
– My MIL took Isobel for her yearly Easter & Birthday portraits at the mall. She was vougeing for the camera big time. They are ridiculous. Of course I love them.
Thrifty Giving: Scott’s Birthday. Tips on giving gifts to your minimalist friends.
Scrapbook: Pacific Pinball Museum. This place was so fun.
Little Big on Amazon & Etsy. Get your own John Jacob Chicken Timer Schmidt.
Scrapbook: 3 Year Blogoversary. My blog is finally potty-trained.
Little Big Kitchen: Ten Ways to Eat Your Greens. Gateway recipes that will lead to harder vegetables.
- Recipe: Sweet Mustard-Glazed Chicken Thighs.
- Snapshot 8.15.12.
- Thrifted Closet: Summer Market Outfit.
- Scrapbook: Summer.
- Follow Friday: Feeding the Goats.
April Fool’s 2013 Roundup. Here’s the thing: I hate April Fool’s pranks. At least I did before the internet. They all seemed mean-spirited, and I’m just not one for practical jokes. Now, though it seems like all the April’s Fools stuff I find on the web isn’t meant cruelly, if anything it makes fun of itself and pretty obviously a joke, taking the holiday from from laughing at someone to laughing with someone. My favorite links of the bunch are Google Treasure Maps and The White House’s Kid President. Via @purple_quark
“Sucking at something is the first step to being sort of good at something.” The valuable lessons of failure. Via @leahlibrarian
How to make Easter egg terrariums. Via my dear, and very pregnant, friend Ellen.
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