–Man, what a fantastic week! Just kidding! It was shitty! I spent one of those days cleaning projectile cough-barf off my clothes, and while I was otherwise occupied, Isobel let Elias into the pantry where he managed to pull a heavy vintage glass bottle containing vitamins down off a shelf, where it landed on a giant wine bottle, unleashing a tidal wave of shattered glass particles and Pinot Grigio. Thank the sweet babby Picard Jesus no one was hurt, but after whisking the kids away and sequestering them to Isobel’s room, I spent an hour sweeping, wiping, and mopping the floor to make sure it was baby-safe again. And then my phone got stolen.
–Isobel has been jonesing for a Bat Utility belt for awhile and nearly smothered me with requests for one after I was able to create a wardrobe for Twinkle. I told no guarantees, that I would try, and that Saturday morning we should hit up a thrift store for a belt to start with. It was another girls’ trip, just me and Isobel, having fun and getting our thrift on. They happened to have a killer selection of books in the kids’ section, and she and I wedged ourselves into a corner to investigate. It was a Saturday morning and the store was packed with people, as it usually is at this time, and two boys were also trying to browse the kids’ shelves at the same time we were. I kept saying to Isobel, “Scoot in closer, honey, these boys need some room to look, too.” They crowded in close. I was trying to check out books and answer Isobel’s many questions when I paused to take a photo of a hilarious headless giraffe on a sign that said FUN ZONE! Isobel had chosen that moment to start piling books in our basket willy-nilly, and I must have set my phone down when I asked her to stop and help me put them back on the shelf. A minute or two later, I realized my phone was gone, and the boys I had I tried to be friendly to are the most likely suspects.
–Isobel was dressed in her full-batgirl gear at the time (black gloves, black mask, pink-and-black cape, super hero girl t-shirt) and decided that she would not stand for her mother’s phone to be stolen. Not on her watch. She was batgirl, and she was going to get the bad guys who did this, right after she called Kingston for backup. In the car on the way home it cheered me up slightly to hear her say, “Superheroes aren’t real, Mama, but some kids are brave, and they need to fight.”
–Without a phone I’m doing everything like an Amish person: pooping, waiting in line, checking my FB messages on my desktop. I’m having severe withdrawals. Along with some precious photos and videos of my children, I’m also losing a photo I took of a game of Bananagrams in which I successfully played both “Poo” and “Pee.”
–(I for real cried about the kid videos and photos though.)
–My Crohn’s disease has been hitting me hard with its most insidious weapon, extreme fatigue. The last two or three months have been so especially bad that I get exhausted to the point of tears at the thought of doing regular day-to-day activities. This is one of the more stealthy symptoms, as it doesn’t immediately grab your attention like the severe pain or the inability to eat does. It sneaks up on you and quietly steals your quality of life. I’m trying to boost my iron and vitamin D intake to see if that helps, because I’m not sure when I’ll be able to next see a specialist with this insurance. I’m also trying to keep a strict, very early bedtime. I’m hoping that helps. I’m already treating the disease as aggressively as I can. Taking immuno-suppressant drugs for your Crohn’s disease is the ultimate Quit Hitting Yourself.
–The good news is my glasses came in an they are FABULOUS.
–Elias is babbling constantly, and he’s quite good at clicking his tongue, something that took me years to master. He is going to be a natural at click consonant languages!
–I used to sob and sob because I missed nursing Elias so badly. (Antibiotics, hives, and steroids made it impossible to continue.) Right now I have a prominent scab on my cheek where he bit me and drew blood. I think about that happening to my nipple, and I am less sad.
–Remember how I was complaining about having to ask Isobel to not crumble crackers in her brother’s hair? Turns out she kept doing it because she wanted to make him “fashionable.” If having crumbs all over you makes you fashionable, I should have gone to Paris and taken over the fashion world long ago.
–“Sometimes I make stuff and I don’t even know what it is.” –Isobel, on crafting.
Follow Friday: Garden, with Cat. Photos from the garden, each with cat. Plus hilarious tweets!
Snapshot 01.14.15. Of course I gave her as much as she wanted, because, bitch, peas.
Video Games with Kingston. Best day of Elias’ life, obvs.
Little Big Collection: Vintage Plastic Cups and Mugs. Nigh near unbreakable.
Follow Friday: Zoo Nature. We ain’t nothing but mammals. Have some hilarious tweets.
Guilt Cakes. “When a circulation page leaves, I give them a cake that expresses my feelings.” Via and created by my twitter wife, Kristin.
My masterpiece is framed at last! Cross-stitch greatness.
STEM is incredibly valuable, but if we want the best innovators we must teach the arts. I feel like some people see division where there is none. We need both halves of our brain’s hemispheres. We need both types of education.
Reuse Roundup: Toy Storage (The Saga Never Ends). Our ever-evolving, thrifted toy storage solutions.
Snapshot 01.30.13. Come the apocalypse I’ll be eating pickle relish with a spoon and laughing like a maniac, partly because I’m glad I saved so much relish and partly because my mood stabilizer will be long gone.
Recipe: Candied Bacon Popcorn. I want to eat this right now.
Thrifty Crafting: DIY Border Paper Crown. Still kicking, years later, has outlived five or six plastic tiaras.
Scrapbook: Anthony’s Birthday. Some of my favorite Anthony photos & adventures.
Follow Friday: City by the Bay. Photos of the city and the most hilarious tweets.
Recipe: Roast Fingerling Potato Nachos. These are some fancy potatoes.