– The photo above pretty much sums up the past couple days. The house is obviously a wreck, Isobel’s sandals are on the table, she’s wandering around the house in her tutu swimming suit eating chocolate ice cream on the couch, which is verboten. Mom and Dad both have a stomach virus! There are no rules! She’s having a great time! Anthony and I have spent the last few days either chronically sleeping or chronically not sleeping, in the throes of extreme nausea and fever, and generally in terrible moods. Isobel is firmly entrenched in her “why” period so she’s constantly asking us how we got sick, and what is making us lay on the couch lethargically begging for death?
At first I mentioned we had a stomach bug but then she went to a family function and told everybody there that “Mama and Dada have bugs” which must have sparked some interesting conversation. So I tried explaining that the bugs we had were very tiny germs called viruses that get in the body and make us sick. That may have made things worse, though, because she keeps confusing virus with iris and can’t believe we’d be so stupid as to eat the purple flowers we have in the backyard. And then she’ll ask if those irises that we ate had bugs, too. This all feels very unfair to me because I really don’t have the energy to combat the misinformation. She has shown no sign of infection, which is by far the best news. Moral of the story: pretty sure she won’t eat any flowers for the time being.
– As you may remember from my frequent complaining, we have no air conditioning, so naturally we’ve had record-busting heatwave temperatures for early June. A few days were well over 100 degrees with two ambitious days at 106. We did get to conveniently spend one of the hottest days at our friends’ double 30th birthday pool party. Isobel was pretty much in the water from 3 in the afternoon until almost 10 at night. There was a really fun DJ at the party who played Noah’s favorite song, Take On Me, just so he could see 4-yea- old Noah air-keyboard. Then he played Gangnam Style (even though he hates that song) so Isobel could show off her pony-dancing skills. I think my favorite part of the night, though, was when David’s mom started dancing to Sir-Mix-A-Lot.
– Like many kids, Isobel likes to pick bouquets of flowers and other such outdoors finds and give them to me to put in a vase. It makes me all mushy every time, even if some of the things she brings me are odd. A few weeks ago she brought me a pumpkin sprout. It was growing in a spot in our yard where we couldn’t feasibly house pumpkins, so she picked it and brought it inside for me to put in a vase. I did, thinking it would wilt immediately but instead it thrived in its watery environment. I keep a close eye on my water pumpkin (as I’m calling it) every day to see how long I can keep it alive. When we lived in a one-bedroom apartment I had a small kitchen that could be relatively dark so I strung up Christmas lights all around the shelving. I let a sweet potato go too long one time and it eventually sprouted all over with beautiful purple and green heart-shaped leaves. I stuck it in a ceramic bowl with some water and eventually a sweet potato vine trailed all around the kitchen, following the Christmas lights. I loved it. I don’t think water pumpkin will be that impressive, but I’d at least like to get one of the flower buds on it to bloom. Oh, and I tried to recreate the sweet potato vine experience at this house, but it didn’t turn out quite as well and Anthony thought it was gross and made me get rid of it. Boo.
– It’s pretty obvious we’re broke right now, but since Anthony is home and we’re trying to treat his layoff like a family vacation until he can get a new job, we’ve been spending lots of time with family. We might have to move and everyone is cognizant of that, so our parents have been taking us on several family adventures to spend time together. My parents recently took us to Columbia State Historic Park for my dad’s birthday and Anthony’s family took us out for a day of sailing on Grandpa’s Pirate Ship as well as to Marine World/Discovery Kingdom for the day. I have posts on those coming up, and we really have had the best time with them. I’ll be so sad to leave our families if we do have to move, but right now we are making the most of it. We’re so lucky to have family who support us.
Thrifty Crafting: Dave’s Workshop Easy DIY Flower Press. Everything changed after I met Paul.
Scrapbook: Appropriate Use of a Water Table. If they didn’t want kids to do this, they shouldn’t have made them so sturdy.
Little Big Links: Links for Summer. What do you expect? I live in California.
Recipe: Sweet and Sour Marinated Shiitake Mushroom Snack. My daughter eats this like candy.
Delightful, obsolete words. I often feel crapulous.
Difficult Phrasing. My friend Laurel started a blog and is filling it with trucking adventures and crafts for kids. She is not at all sarcastic. (That was me, being sarcastic.)
Feed Your Brain, Feed Your Life. Mindfulness is the antidote to distraction.
Little Girls Are Better At Designing Superheroes Than You. “This is a mini art project where I draw superheroes based on the costumes worn by little girls.”
Preserving Treasures After a Disaster. An article from the library of congress on how to air-dry damaged books and other paper materials.
A Library of Miniature Books. A New York collector has amassed a collection of over 4,000 tiny volumnes.
Illustrated Sandwich Bags. “Graphic Designer David LaFerriere has been drawing on his children’s sandwich bags – and documenting them on flickr, since 2008.” Such a fun idea.
Scrapbook: The Moron Twins. Life with baby Poppy and baby Jupiter. They were adorable little d-bags!
Scrapbook: Isobel’s Nicknames. Back when she let us use silly nicknames.
Scrapbook: Not Cool, Dad. Isobel shows off her LoD, or Look of Death.
Scrapbook: Farewell, Sweet Peach. I miss you every day.
I answer a reader question once a month. Do you have a question for me? You can leave your question in the comments, @-reply me on twitter, email me or send me a messenger pigeon. Don’t actually do the last one, though. My cat will eat it. Be sure to let me know if you want me to include your name and link to your blog or shop. Anonymous questions are fine, too.