The Making that Happens

This weekend was kind of nuts.  We spent Friday working on Larkspur and Beatrix’s room re-do (Last minute crazy pregnant lady project.  So much painting involved.)  Friday night Jonny set the alarm for 4:30 a.m. so he could travel with Keats and Gabe (Silas and Job in tow) to an out of town baseball tournament for the weekend.  We fell into bed close to midnight, and I woke up shortly after with a nasty headache, and that stomach bug feeling.  Thankfully, the bad stomach passed, but the headache remained.  I was still awake when Jonny and the boys left.

Saturday was meant to be spent working on the girls’ room, but I was feeling kind of terrible so instead I did the logical thing and started a new cross-stitch project.  (Alicia Paulson’s Florabella from the first issue of Making Magazine.)  I think this was just my natural reaction to having Lark and Bea’s stuff exploding all over the downstairs and feeling too crappy to deal with it.  Hide from the mess, make something pretty.  (There are so many pretty things to make in that magazine!  I already have yarn for three of the knitting projects.)

Saturday night things went downhill as Beatrix started feeling sick and Weasel felt like he needed to bark non-stop, I assume because Jonny and the boys weren’t here and he was nervous about that.  I emailed Jonny at 2 a.m. with the subject line, “Horrors” after getting Beatrix situated after a puke session.  He replied around 7 a.m. letting me know that Job was now throwing up in the hotel room.  Such good times.  Who needs sleep?

Anyway, despite the fact that my habit is to start cross-stitch projects and then spend ages actually getting around to finishing them, Florabella was completed over the course of the crazy, sick, bedroom re-do, menfolk traveling weekend and it’s hanging on the wall over my desk now.  Such a lovely manageable project and maybe the reason that I didn’t lose my mind over these past couple of days.

I ordered the linen called for in the pattern, in antique white, along with Weeks Dye Works floss in Bluecoat Red and a 4″ wooden hoop from 123stitch.com

Oh, and that red yarn!  It’s a skein I dyed for a friend with madder root.  It matches the cross-stitch!  The photos of Bea (in hot pink lipstick–maybe she’s attempting to graduate from markers to real make-up?) and Silas are from last week.  They were painting with these paint sticks that Silas got for his birthday.  They have been very popular with my kids.  And, some of you asked about the colored pencils in Silas’ birthday post.  We’ve used these pencils for years and I recently restocked.

Girls room details soon.  It’s such a tiny little closet of a room that photos are hard, but I will do my best!  I’ve been painting bunk-beds on our disaster of a front porch for two days.  Almost finished.

Never Tamed

The other day, my kids convinced me to stop at the feed store to take a look at the chicks.  They had this idea that we should buy a few and try to tuck them under our mama hen, and see if she would accept them.  Alas, the chicks were too old and not the breeds we were looking for, so we went home chick-less.  The women working mentioned that they would have turkeys in the next few days though.  My first irrational thought was, “Ooooh!  Turkeys!  Let’s get some baby turkeys!”  Reason quickly returned as I recalled that Jonny is already in the middle of building two portable chicken coops (a new smaller one got started over the weekend for our mama hen and her chicks, the big one is kind of on hold right now.)  He also needs to put another stall on the goat barn for the babies that we hope are coming later this month.  We really don’t need any turkeys, definitely not, but it’s awfully easy to get infected with spring craziness.

My kids are definitely infected, especially the littlest four.  A few weeks ago, when I was planning out their Easter scavenger hunt, I bought gifts for the hunt that would encourage quiet, peaceful play (ha ha ha!!!)  Books, and a few games.  And while my plan didn’t really work (still crazy) we did add a few great books to our library and the games were good choices as well.  The book that surprised me the most was Dear Pope Francis.  I had no idea what an absolute treasure it was going to be.  It is filled with letters written to him by children.  Each letter is accompanied by a photograph of the child, the original letter itself along with a drawing, and then Pope Francis’ reply.  My kids LOVE this book.  (I’ve even caught my older boys reading it.)  I also bought a copy of The Funny Little Woman, possibly Silas’ favorite book and one that we’ve had out from the library over and over, and a new to us book, Sam and Dave Dig a Hole.  I highly recommend that one!  My little boys love it, and as always, Jon Klassen’s illustrations are great.

I bought three games, hoping to cover all ages.  The older boys received Risk, which they really like, but also find frustrating because they rarely have time to finish a game, and their younger siblings don’t really allow for setting it aside and returning to it later.  Thinking mainly of the girls, I bought Into the Forest.  They like it even more than I expected them to, and have spent hours playing.  It’s a nature heavy, food chain themed game, with lots of different variations in how you can play, from simple games perfect for the girls, to more complicated ones that appeal to my older kids too.  And finally I bought a cooperative game called Max.  Job is almost old enough to play, and the girls have been playing with Silas.  It’s a simple game, but one they are all enjoying.

Today’s task is to clean out the art and game cabinet.  Just like the pantry and the refrigerator, it seems to need a good clean out every few weeks.  Every time I re-organize it, I get rid of a few more things, and try to make everything a little easier to access both for me and my kids.  My thought every single time is, “There!  Now it won’t get so messy!”  And of course a few weeks later, I find myself looking at the same disorganized chaos with a sigh.  All things return to chaos sooner or later at our house!  And I will continue to do my best to tame it, knowing full well that this is a job that will never be finished.