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New Craft Blog!

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Find me here :0)

http://www.halu-halo.net

Where have I gone?

2007-05-31T16:24:00.000-05:00

I'm blogging privately now :)

http://tiffanydara.com

Please contact me for access..

Thank you!

Yes! Snow Day #5

2007-02-16T14:47:00.000-05:00

No school, again! The kids and I are having a blast, turning our place into fantasy land...make believe castles and horses and spacemen. There has been crafts! Everywhere!

And I am exhausted. But smiling still.

My van is stuck in the snow, which has now turned to ice. Greg has been having a go at digging it out...last night he got the van halfway out but alas, my girl wanted to stay exactly where she was...in front of the house.

Tonight Greg will take a pick ax to the snow. It's really not THAT MUCH snow, but it is a definite rock that won't budge.

The capris are done...yes, they are CAPRIS. Down to Rafaella's calves. Woot!

I have attempted all morning to get a picture of her in it, but my camera will not capture a running toddler. No matter how cute she is.

These were made from Theresa's Picky Pants Pattern (which I have used over and over and I love - thanks T!), and knit with the Rose Bouquet colorway by Morwenna. She is an "art-eest". *bow*.

We are still in Februrary, and still Knitting for Others, so I started on a long overdue scarf for Greg, to match the hat I knit for him a couple of months ago.

This is Lindon Merino in Flynn (colorway) dyed by Sharon. This photo didn't capture it, but it's such a pretty combination of greys, just perfect for Greg and his personality. Very basic, with a splash of fun. Hmmm...I don't know what that says about Greg, but that he is a very practical kind of man, with a mischievious side.

Truly, I am spoiled! We are now welcoming the weekend, which means it will be time for me to get to work on the Ward. I'm looking forward to seeing some mamas and their babies.

Have a great weekend!

Snow Day #4

2007-02-15T15:05:00.000-05:00

I'm becoming spoiled!

Yesterday was a wonderful "Love" Day, with Greg allowing me a day off...I hid in my sewing room while the footsteps and screams and laughter happened above me. I came up for meals but went back to burying myself in fabric and thread and yarn and solitude.

Mama = Happy.

Today was a great mail day! My favorite magazines came in and probably The Best Bread Book Ever.

I borrowed the bread book from the library and have had it for 9 weeks. I have to finally return it after renewing it online 3 times, which was the maximum I was allowed. Thank goodness for Half.com, I got an older edition for a grand $6 .

I think I have tried 6? recipes, and to me that makes it a stellar cookbook. I have redone these 6 recipes at least twice since Christmas, and the only reason why I haven't tried the others is because they ask for other ingredients that I don't have on hand readily.

I also got some WAHM goodness, 2 pot holders from Amanda and a necklace from Jess. Isn't yellow just a lovely color? I purchased these two items around the same time, and as you can tell, I had yellow on the brain.

The potholders are perfection, Amanda is a wonderful seamstess...and the necklace, well...I am *so* pleased to have received a yellow Reaching Rock. (especially after all of the begging I did when she went to Arizona to a bead show).

I'm off to cook and read my magazines!

Snow Day #2....

2007-02-13T15:28:00.000-05:00

....hey! I'll take what I can get!

I've been gearing up for the Fluff Factory Auctions, and it has kept me busy, because while I am only contributing a few items I still have current orders to fulfill. And I had work this weekend. So, this mama is tired at the moment.

Hence the absolute relief that Greggy didn't have school today. Again. I'm not complaining! I took the opportunity to stay in my PJs and caught up on some chores and some knitting.
I ended up working the legs both at the same time, using each end of the ball of yarn. I was so paranoid that I would not have enough of this yarn for capris! But, I think it's going to work...it is definitely longer than shorts; I can probably venture to say that it has reached "Bermuda" length! teehee. I'm giddy about it. I am finishing up the cuffs and hoping that this itty-bitty pink I have left will be enough for cuffs for both legs.

We did put on our wet weather gear and stomped around outside. There was even less snow than my last entry, but I decided to shovel the less than one inch on the ground just for kicks. I thought that my imagination would be good enough to make up snow for me to shovel. Not! I was so desperate I even started shoveling our front parking area.

I was so pleased to find this goodness in our mailbox today! It is PureWool Merino Yarn. I went in on a co-op and got 2 skeins of worsted and 1 skein of laceweight. It is my first try at this yarn and I am looking forward to knitting it up. The colors are magnificent. The pink is just oozing love.
Pink is definitely my favorite color. When I was a little girl, I even asked people to call me Pinky because I loved it so much. I declared it my nickname in the 5th grade; much to my dismay (at the time) loved ones still called me Niny. I wanted to break free after all, declare my own identity and persona, and at the time I wanted to associate myself with color.

Niny (pronounced "nee-nee") is a derivative of Tiffany. Get it: tiffa-neeenee? I have been called Niny from the moment I was born. But my Filipino aunts and uncles would skew it a little, calling me Neneng, or Ning or Ning Ning or Neng - oy! The pain in my ears! I couldn't handle it any more! I was in the fifth grade and totally wishing that my Tiffany Dara, Tiffany, Niny, Neng and what have you was an Ann, or Jennifer or Mary.

But my Parents insisted on being proud of my name...my Mother watched me carefully when I would write my name on my assignments. "Write you whole name" she would say. "Your name is special".

I would roll my eyes (you know you did it too!) when my Mother wasn't looking and sighed in my head and wrote my name slowly, all gajillion letters of the four names that comprised my lineage.

Gratefully I was raised in such diverse communities in San Francisco, and both My Name and I fit right in. There was never a question as to who Tiffany Dara was. And somehow I became alright with that.

Years later when it was time to pick out personalized license plates for my first car (yes my parents were cool like dat!), I picked "Niny". This car, by the way, followed me all through college and now resides in my parents garage, still with the same license plates. Chez Niny also became our brand name. And I still absolutely do not respond to my brothers if they do not call me Ate ("big sister") Niny. And I now love my name, all four of my then maiden and all four of my now married name.

So, you can call me Tif, Tiffany Dara, Dara, Niny, Neng, Ning-Ning, Ning, Ne-Ne, or Pinky...I have learned that this is all me.

Yay!

2007-02-07T18:31:00.000-05:00

We got some of that powdery goodness called snow today! It was so beautiful and soft and light, I practically only had to blow to get the snow off my car.

School was cancelled today due to the 2 inch downfall. Please, northerners, no heckling please! I understand that some of you have had feet of snow fall and it is business as usual. And to think most of the snow melted off the road by 2 pm. And that there is not snow predicted for tomorrow.

We took advantage and got outside first thing in the morning, the boys jumping into the not so large pile of snow I made from shovelling and made snow angels and snow balls and very very small pudgy snowmen.

We spent the afternoon under the covers in my bedroom, all four of us, watching Disney movies, eating leftover pizza and peppermint bark, and singing the disney tunes. I think I read Gregory's book of trains 5 times today. Cooper led a discussion on why it's important to eat dessert. I talked to my Greg, my Mother and Best Friend on the phone, and I knit.

It has been a good day.

So, it didn't snow...

2007-02-05T15:24:00.000-05:00

Ah, I should have known. The kids were disappointed; they were ready with their waterproof gloves. I even brought my shovel to my front step, ready for the opportunity to flex some (non)muscles.

It was a pretty pitiful sight actually, with me peering out the window searching for snowflakes.

By this afternoon however, the temperature dropped and it became quite chilly, and the boys asked that I make some cinnamon rolls. I gladly obliged, and the second rise will be overnight in the refrigerator for tomorrow's breakfast.

I was never really much of a baker. I always thought that there was such a finality in baking, that there wasn't the opportunity to correct a recipe until it was too late. I had such aversion to it that I stuck to what I do best and that was to cook.

But over time I just felt that I needed to overcome this fear, and I begged Greg for a mixer to make my life easier. I thought that if the mixer came as a gift I would be more obliged to learn? I asked and I asked but didn't think I would get one. But on Christmas day, my little (large!) wish came true, and I found Tiana (in imperial black) sitting on my counter.

Yes I name my gadgets.

Tiana and I have had wonderful times together. Since Christmas I have taken plunges in baking I never thought I would, such as Proofing Yeast and Kneading. And sometimes Greg, the kids and I get to partake in some successful creations!, and other times, well, I faced the truth of discarding flour (though I despise wasting food and food ingredients). But I'm no longer scared, and that's what matters the most, I think.

With today's baking, also came knitting. February's Knit Along at Se wing Mamas is all about knitting for others. I started promptly on a pair of wool pants for Rafaella, hoping I could get away with making them with such little yarn.

Rafaella has gone through a growth spurt however and I think I will be lucky to get a large pair of shorts from the single skein and trim of Morwenna's Yarn.

I am still quietly hopeful I can get capris from the coveted amount I have.

(lalalalalalalalal, don't tell me otherwise please!)

I think I'm ready now :)

2007-02-01T14:02:00.000-05:00

The armwarmers are finished in time for the snow that is predicted tonight...I am trying not to get my hopes up that it will be a pretty snow that will stick around a while. Instead I think a slippery wet snow will come which will undeniably cause havoc in our snow novice DC/VA streets.

I knit the right warmer tightly and the fit was a tad better; I am slowly learning the art of being patient to knit in guage. At times I get distracted and I find myself knitting too loosly, and with the left warmer I can even tell where in the knitting my mind wandered.

I've become a bit of a winter hermit these days, under the covers in my PJs, sipping coffee and reading magazines and craft books. I love winter for this reason; the cold and cozy weather gives me the opportunity to reflect on the things I love, and to plan the grand projects I want to do for the Spring.

I love our home. It is cozy and definitely speaks of what our family is: simple, minimalist, natural, uncluttered. It calms me, and I can dream in it. We move around so often that I have an indescribable relationship with the home as a structure. Though we settle in quickly, love and use the spaces we have lived in, we are almost intent on not identifying the structure itself as "home". Is that funny? We almost have a disconnection from the things we have purchased. With each move (4 times to other states/countries), we have always said, "well, if it get's damaged, it's just stuff right?" I feel that our family union is what makes home, and it can be anywhere.

Speaking of unions, the anniversary quilt is coming along...I am now starting the tedious hand applique of the flowers and leaves. Heaven help me, this will take me a while and I hope to do a little each day. The celebration is in March, do you think I can make it?

The buttons are for the center of the flowers...

And while I should have been doing my end of year inventory...(fabric anyone?) ... I spent my time winding some Inca Organic Yarn for a Magic Yarn Ball Swap on Sewingmamas. So, for my coffee loving, purple coveting and bead hoarding mama, I wound:

Into this:

...though I have to admit that I added more than I originally planned. I had some ribbon and fabric that I just find darling that I thought she would love too. After all, who doesn't love more fabric and ribbon, even if it's just to unwrap?

The Great Escape

2007-01-27T08:22:00.000-05:00

Dont' Do it Mr. German Nutcracker!

See, it's not just me trying to stall this Christmas cleanup. I found this little one trying to escape the peril of dark and dusty until November. Poor Guy, he's been with us the last nine years and I think he is tired of being thrown in with the newbie lights and fake green wreaths.

Auf Weiderdehen Herr Nutcracker...

(back to work, thanks for humoring me)

Pigtails!

2007-01-24T10:46:00.000-05:00

A few days ago, Davina posted a picture of her sweetie dd with pigtails. Our girls are about the same age...and I just was so impressed that her dd kept the pigtails long enough to take pictures. Rafaella doesn't like anything on her head, even that so loved knitted hat I posted a little while ago.

I couldn't get over how cute pigtails were, so yesterday I hunted down Rafaella with 2 tiny hair bands and ever so stealthfully banded her hair. I gave her everythng from my keys to my wallet to distract her, and after about the 4th time, I was able to band both sides of her head.

I sat her down and gave her this piggy bank to kiss while I took a picture. Imagine me saying, "look! kiss! kiss! puuuppy? puuuuppy kiss? kiss? kiss the puppy!"

Mama=Spaz

On the sewing front, I was working on a quilt for an anniversary present that just wasn't making me smile. I just wasn't feeling it....it was a basic rail fence pattern, which would have turned out nicely I'm sure, but I couldn't get myself to finish it.

So, I put it away.

I found a free wall quilt pattern of simple hand applique'd flowers and leaves. I started cutting into the shapes yesterday. It will be a miniature quilt, the flowers seen here are about 2 inches wide, but I'm really enjoying it thus far...hopefully I will have most of it pieced by the end of next week.

And yes, this present is late.

*ducking*

Off the needles :)

2007-01-23T06:50:00.000-05:00

...and in time for a shower. Yes, I did a totally unthinkable thing and had a present ready for a shower. On time.

Though we are not going to mention that I was seaming crazily the night before (before going onto the night shift), and blocking and praying that it would be dry the next day. Nope. we won't even breathe about it!

I really love making newborn items because they knit up quickly, and it satisfies the seamstress in me...to have something ready in a reasonable amount of time. The pattern is the Baby Yoda Sweater using worsted weight BFL. Isn't the colorway pretty? Marina hand dyed it...and I received about 10 oz in trade, so I just have enough to make Rafaella a little something this spring.

I have been picking up a few shifts here and there; this week I am working three shifts, which is almost a full time load. Lots of babies being born and I am so lucky to be able to meet them and their mommies. I am able to choose my schedule, so it's all seeming to flow very well around here.

Granted my Christmas decorations are still up...but I am blaming that on our family's refusal to move on from the holiday celebrations. Does that count?

The same face.

2007-01-13T05:52:00.000-05:00

Can you guess who I am?

Am I the meticulous eldest child, in love with all things mechanical....turning gadgets on its side, determined to see and how it works. The one who runs to his sister's aid when she attempting to reach for something too tall for her, the one who helps his little brother make his bed in the morning.

Am I the sensitive middle child, the youngest son, who instinctively puts his arms around his mother while both peering into the oven. The one who cannot sleep unless his brother is in the same room with him, the one who puts away the plastic dishes on his own volition.

Or am I the sassy and independent youngest child, the only girl, who is in love with toting around the cereal box. The one who cooks in her play kitchen when her mother is cooking, the one who can convince her brothers to readily part with their toys.

They have the same face. But in their differences, they complete this family. And I love them with the same fervor.

Yup. This is the Gist of it.

2007-01-12T07:03:00.000-05:00

Last week, I visited Joyce's blog and just ooh'd and ahh'd over her studio. There are so many studios out there in blog land I have seen...I love that crafters love to share their space and center of their creativity and work.

I really gravitated to Joyce's studio because it both inspiration-filled and practical...it was a definite beautiful workspace. Though I have known here only through years in message boards and online presence, I can see Joyce working in there.

I commented and she replied that I should share my space, and ummm....no. lol .

I have been a crafter for a while but have only had a space to myself these last 1 1/2 years when we moved to this house. In the past I have worked on the kitchen table and didn't think of decorating it to my crafty liking per se. So, this space that I have now, only reflects the business that I do, filled with fabric, machines and lots of mess.

Life is slowly showing and teaching me however, that business is not just business. It is about nurturing that side of me that doesn't have the bottom line as its agenda. 2007 for me is all about finding that part of me again. I think that we all get caught up doing this thing or other, especially when there is success, and well, I am ready for a little change.

So, after posting these pictures I am making a plan to make this space really my own. Not just a practical space, but a space that can whisper my name to those that walk in. A space that I associate with my love of craft, not just the art of making business.

I do believe I just gave myself a challenge.

Is it finally starting to get cold enough

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for Rafaella to wear this hat?

I finally had the motivation to finish this. It's been on my needles for a while, but with the rush of warm weather, I didn't feel the need to.

It was a quick knit using Full Belly Farm, dyed by Beemer Knits.

If this girl gets any more beautiful...

Still a baby.

2007-01-08T20:33:00.000-05:00

When someone asks me how long I have been a nurse, I say, "9 years"...and then I take a deep breath and say, "but I stayed home for 4 of them, I took a break to raise a family. I am just starting back up, but working just part time."

Now, when someone asks my preceptor how long she has been a nurse, she says, "34 years. 16 years at this hospital."...and then she says, proudly, "but I took 6 years off to have a family, and then didn't work full time until my last one was off to college."

This profession is Truly Wonderful.

Filipino Comfort Food: Picadillo (pick-a-d-yo)

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...a smattering of yummy veggies : potatoes, onions, tomatoes and peas mixed in, cooked and simmered with a choice of ground meat or poulty.

Comfort food.

My mama made us this dish at least once a week. While other Americans had pizza, we had Picadillo. We ate it over steamed white rice, and served it to ourselves using a fork and spoon (one in each hand, just to make sure you know what I meant).

My kids now love the dish, mixed in with the same Calrose Rice.

I smile when I hear Cooper making "yum yum yum" sounds when he eats this dish, when Greggy asks for a second helping, or when Rafaella smashes the food all over her face.

Home is where love is...and where Picadillo is being made.

C is for cookie...

2007-01-02T23:39:00.000-05:00

Whew...the last of the Christmas Cookies go out to Greg's coworkers tomorrow. They have just finished cooling and I placed them into tins. I hope that they will be nice and fresh for the AM (maybe for breakfast?)

C is for confused...

My guage is right on. I followed the directions, and the wristwarmer is WAY. TOO. LARGE . Phooey. I didn't realize that my hands were that small and skinny. If the rest of my body was, I would be most grateful, but not this moment, with these hands.

so,

C is for change...

I am trying again with a different pattern using this DK Blue Faced Laceiter Yarn hand dyed by Nada and Brad.

C is for Crossing my fingers

Jumping back in, needles first.

2007-01-01T18:27:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year!

The entire family greeted 2007, glued to the TV watching Carson Daly (how the heck did he get so popular, wasn't he just on TRL?) , me a little full and happy with some wine shared with Greg. This morning we were all just a tad bit grumpy from the lack of sleep.

Except this girl that is:

She was ready to go, full speed all day. To be an 18 month old!

I started on the Sewingmamas Wristwarmers Knitalong, after deciding that I am going to give my other hobbies a good effort this year, among others as part of my resolutions this year. I chose a fairly beginner pattern in hopes that I can finish it and either use or gift it.

I'm using some hand dyed Lindon Merino by Sharon, yummy stuff, and the greys are just perfect.

We had an awesome Christmas! My most relaxing to note thus far, because
1. I gave myself time off from working the business and
2. Giftgiving was ultra special this year, working with so many talented mothers, WAHMs and Designers, that all of the presents I gave were so personal, and definitely heartfelt.

Here's to a great and relaxing first of the year! I hope that you had a wonderful festive holiday.

Signing off until the New Year...

2006-12-19T23:39:00.000-05:00

...time to take some time out to Remember, Reconnect and Renew...

I want to wish everyone a wonderful and Safe Christmas and Holiday Season.
I'll see you in 2007!

Taste of my Own Medicine

2006-12-10T07:06:00.000-05:00

On the days I don't work out of the home, I try to get up a little before 5AM so I can get started on my day. I found that I am much less cranky waking up early instead of staying up late. It usully works, and I can get at least 2 hours of some good solid work, either sewing or computer time. I can also get to my coffee much and enjoy it without interruption...you know how good those uninterrupted java moments can be, especially as the sun is coming up. :)

This morning isn't quite as successful. Rafaella has been up with me. Though in her crib near this computer, she is laying down and peeking through the slats of the crib, making sure I don't get up from it. As you can imagine, I have gotten up to sneak away several times since 5 am, only to be called back.

I am writing in the dark to keep her thinking that she needs to sleep. She will be cranky if she doesn't, and before I starting writing I even attempted to knit by the light of the computer screen, but darnit, it's not working for me...I am only a 1 yr knitter after all, and can't knit without looking.

I don't even know why I am not surprised to have a child with my same schedule. I surely have my Mother's , who is up most nights developing recipes and watching home and garden and food shows. She is accustomed to calling me at around midnight my time (east coast), and we talk until it is midnight her time (west coast). It's a sickness, and I think my daughter has it.

Greg has actually been laughing in his boots. This special daughter of mine has me running for my money, with a stubborn streak so long and a mischievous smile that can fool her father. He says that she acts just like me, and sometimes I have to really question how naughty I have been to Greg all of these years. Me? Stubborn and Sassy? I really don't think so, but he tells me otherwise. And that is why, he says, he is totally not phased by our princess.

I do have to admit, that sometimes when I look at her, I feel like I am looking at a picture of myself. She has much of Greg with her, she is definitely half-caucasian ;) ...but the expressions in her eyes, the way she cocks her head, the way she stands with her hands on her hips (haha!) or sometimes the way she smiles reminds me of those photographs my mother took of me as a child.

I think I have an exciting road ahead of me.

I'm holding my family closer tonight,

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and praying that the Kim family finds peace.

There are just some news that hit home.

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James and Kati's story is one of them.

I don't know them personally, but they are from San Francisco, my home in
my heart, a city bursting with both a sophisticated and nonchalant air. A city that boasts such a closeness and brotherhood among its residents.

I have been refreshing Yahoo for most of the day, hoping to find more good news but the search continues for James, who has been on foot for a couple of days now.

I have been so emotional, thinking of how strong Kim was, breastfeeding to keep both her two babes alive. And how their instincts were so sharp, to enable them to stay alive for so long.

I hang on to this as I send prayers that James will be safe.

Who's feelin' the heat?

2006-12-01T16:52:00.000-05:00

It's really not right to have such warm weather in December, especially in our part of the country. It is 75 degrees! It should be snowing, in my humble opinion. Send me back up North where I belong! *giggle*

And did everyone realize that it is the 1st of December? I finally realized this morning, when I reread my previous post.

Who's feelin' the heat?

Greg brought up boxes and boxes of decorations, half of which I put up today. I love this time of year, but throughout the season I have to continually remind myself that beyond the lights, the presents, the parties, there is a spiritual meaning to this season. I found myself today starting to stress about the mess we (greg, me, and the kids) made in the living room, and I had to remind myself that ALL OF THIS, this prep, should be a means to exemplify and teach the Christmas (or other Holiday that you may celebrate) spirit. It should be about generosity, in our actions and words.

I have to admit that I am one of those parents that don't like too many gifts for my children. Most of the toys for my kids come from others, and we do splurge a little during Christmastime, but that is after the kids have gone through their toys and given some of it away. I am proudly a handmade gift giver (from myself or others), and I sometimes don't know how my (our family's) presents are taken. The value in it is time and love rather than money. At the same time I feel (and have been vocal to say) that by doing this, I am standing up against commercialism and overspending over the the Holidays.

Who's with me? Just kidding.

I just don't want my kids to grow up thinking that Christmas is JUST about stuff. I don't want them to get caught up in all of this materialistic hoopla, and find this season *empty* in meaning. And to do this, I need to remind myself to keep the religious, spiritual, and emotional meaning alive in our family.

And that starts with me not being angry when there is a mess from the Christmas decorations.

(see? this post somehow came back full circle *giggle*)

9 years, and counting...

2006-12-01T00:04:00.000-05:00

Then:

and Now:

...and we are still each other's best friends and most honest critic. And instead of getting up to meet to get breakfast at the University cafeteria, we now meet in our kitchen for coffee early in the morning...

Happy Anniversary Babe.

I am thankful for

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a house full of noisy children,
a kitchen brimming with meals,
a husband clamoring to always spend his moments with me,
a business that keeps my fingers moving through the night,
a job that lets me be a mother by being with mothers,
an extended family that is nurturing and supportive,
unbelievable friendships that span miles and years,
God, who continues to show me goodness in our tumultuous politics.

I hope everyone had a great Holiday.

Much love,
Tif

My biggest fans.

2006-11-22T20:00:00.000-05:00

So this "mothering" thing I have been doing for the last almost 6 years...I admit they haven't all been selfless moments. I have not always been humble.

I swear, it's because of these Kids! They seem just to go with the flow: The Deployment. All of The Moving. Fielding their Loud and extremely opinionated Parents. And all of these Crafts! The countless experiments they have to endure being their Mama's guinea pigs.

But they not only go with the flow, they are just ecstatic. About everything. For example, I have made the ugliest shirts, and Cooper will insist on wearing them hot from the machine. Greggy's initial reaction is always, "that's beautiful".

And while I think I'm a pretty darn good bag maker, I need practice in every other endeavor. My knitting is almost always off, necklines on garments tug in some places, and hems aren't always on level. But somehow, my kiddos don't notice or care...they just know that they love it.

It really blows up a woman's ego, y' know? (*wink*)

Kiddos with their knit hats, made of BFL aran weight yarn. Dyed by Beemer Knits and imperfectly lovingly knit by Me :) . Accidentally made slightly larger, but appreciated perfectly by my Biggest Fans.

Catching up, Tif style:

2006-11-16T15:05:00.000-05:00

1. I've been sick.
2. I've been sick and taking care of sick kiddos.
3. I started a new job :)

Yes, you have read right, and I have written correctly...this mama has decided to go back to work.

4 years have passed since I have slipped my feet in nursing clogs, or have used a stethescope, or signed the initials R.N. On Monday I started orientation for a "PRN" position, or "as needed": No benefits (don't need it!), a generous hourly salary ("you said how much?") and the choice of which days to work, in even as little as one shift a week. (doing the jig) .

I couldn't refuse, and my soul is not just as peace, but is singing.

I had anxiety of having to choose between family or job or business, of feeling torn, of feeling bad for my children, but I found that, wow...I think in this case there will be no guilt.

Hallelujah!

I don't know what tomorrow will bring, or what challenges will arise. But this moment, right now, I am yelling from the rooftops,

"Oh, yeah baby!"

My skeletons that were in the closet

2006-11-01T16:40:00.000-05:00

are now out!

Halloween gets better and better every year.

We ventured in our town home neighborhood and the kids took home almost half a pillowcase EACH. Cooper was dragging his pillowcase by the time we turned the corner to come home.

Our neighborhood is hands down one of the best there is in this area. Wonderfully festive with lots of families.

This years costumes were really a breeze...I already had patterns from Ottobre for jammies for all three sizes and I had some polyester knit from last year's batman costumes, so the boys had theirs in a jiffy. I used purple cotton knit for Rafaella, it was so thick - almost sweatshirt thick, perfect for the weather.

The bones were applique using some white fleece I had stashed away.

Do you see the expressions on their faces? Totally classic for each of their personlities.

I couldn't help but get one of the baby

Off to somehow stash away the evil sugar that is now in my house! I am tempted by the SECOND!

Goodie Bags and the Anticipation

2006-10-27T06:58:00.000-05:00

I'm a little under pressure with Halloween costumes. I am perpetually on island time when it comes to these personal projects. As much as I love to make them, for some reason each and every year I am under the gun.

Today Greggy has a Halloween party, and Cooper has his on Monday. While I cannot attend the actual events because I have the other two in tow, I cannot help but want to contribute in the celebration. I am a (enter my maiden last name here) after all. Even if my plate is tipping, I won't pass up the opportunity. It's a sickness, really.

What is it about goodie bags that excite me? Even if I know what's in it, I want one for myself. Is it the process of opening it? Or knowing what's in it is all mine?

I love them.

Some lace, lots of chocolate, and strep?

2006-10-26T13:22:00.000-05:00

I had to live vicariously through Greg these last few weeks. While I grappled with backpacks and homework, he took a business (military) trip through England, Germany, France and Belgium.

I heard from him every couple of days, and he recounted (at my request) what he ate and drank, and the sites he saw. It brought back memories of travelling with him. And because I am ruled by my stomach, what I was most jealous of was that he got to eat authentic cuisine and drink hearty, warm beer.

As a consolation prize, dearest Greg brought back two loves of mine: linen and chocolate. A little Belgian lace goes a long way in my book...I still have our lace curtains and pillowcases we bought from Brussels a few years ago, of which I have not displayed because I am afraid that they will be forever stained by my little ones.

This time around he brought home a table cover with matching napkins.

A little more dangerous is Belgian chocolate. I now have few bars of several kinds and they are all resting in the refrigerator. As you can see, I only pictured one here, but I am quite selfish when it comes to sweet stuff, I don't even like to photograph it ;) . These chocolates are my stash, and I have been enjoying a morsel at a time since he came home almost a week ago.

Since his arrival, unfortunately, Greg has been banished to the couch in the family room. Though I expected to pass the baton with some of the children's needs when he got home, he has been coughing and complaining of a severe sore throat. I think it's Strep. Poor guy...but then again, I wouldn't mind getting sick for 2 weeks worth of a European getaway ;).

At least I have my fluff for the week :)

Sisterhood.

2006-10-22T10:50:00.000-05:00

I got a phone call yesterday from one of my girl-friends from our last duty station. She called to let me know that they were surprised with quite a bit of snow. I was quietly jealous that she is walking through powder and wearing her winter coat. I am still wearing open toed sandals here.

She and I caught up with the happenings in our household...and as with all of our conversations (as with all of my conversations with anyone involved with the military), we talked about future duty stations. She and her husband are within that 6 month window before their move. I felt her excitement through the phone. :)

I told her how much I missed being where she was...the weather, the atmosphere. We as a family have made every required destination home, but there was something about upstate New York that is so calming and safe.

But I wonder if it was the location, or the people we were so intricately involved with that made the difference? Despite Greg being deployed, our apartment complex, comprised of 4 families with all of the males out to war, made for an instant family. Complete with laughter and mini-dramas, sit down dinners and loud opinionated discussions.

J (my girl-friend) is ready to leave to reach their new duty station. She was very clear to point out that things are not just the same in the apartment complex, and it hasn't been for greater than a year. She and I were the last of the four original (for lack of a better word) girls and once we both went our separate ways (her to Florida while here husband was redeployed, and we to our new home) there was no longer that closeness with the subsequent neighbors.

It made a little sad.

But it made me so glad.

There were so many things that were out of our hands. When we initially moved to upstate New York, and realized we had to stay in that small, run down, Army apartment complex I literally cried. I fought the idea of taking my children up and down stairs, and whined that 1040 sq. feet is just not enough, nor was it acceptable to me. I rolled my eyes at the cheap pilly carpet and the stained kitchen tiles.

But looking back, I realized that the road ended for us at that apartment because I was meant to have great friends there. That all four of us, so different in every.single.way. were destined to end up in the same run down corner building, with all of our husbands deployed, so that we could not just get to know ourselves, but to make ourselves stronger through each other's help.

I can't imagine that I would have gone through my lonely nights and quiet weekends unscathed without these surrogate sisters, aunts to my children. Now that we are all separated, away from each other, even if we don't keep in touch as often as we'd like, I would do anything for each one of them (are you reading this, A, K and J ?). Because just as our husbands created bonds with their fellow soldiers, we created our own with each other.

I love you girls. :heart:

Ah, it's been a long week.

2006-10-21T00:09:00.000-05:00

The change in weather, from hot to cold then back to hot, then to rain then to sun has promptly put a damper on the mood here in the Johnson household. I have 3 very. very. unhappy children, with runny noses, slight fevers and watery eyes.

...all of which results in a very. very. tired mama.

It should have been a *relaxing* week, seeing that Cooper missed school all week and Greggy didn't go to Tae Kwan Do. Instead, because my three decided to wake, eat, cough and cry in intervals, by 6 pm I am trying to combat my drooping eyelids with coffee.

I was so relieved to get these little pair of pants done, because I have been literally falling asleep while I knit. They are for a little baby B, son of a fellow Sewing Mama, who was born slightly premature.

I just noticed now in the picture that the ribbing has so much to be desired. *doh* . It clearly depicts that I was hanging by a thread, knitting in stupor...but I really tried to focus (I swear), because I wanted to finish it before he decides that he wasnts to undergo a growth spurt.

This is the Chai Latte colorway by Morwenna. Knit with Theresa's Picky Pants Pattern.

OK, I'm off to nap (notice I say Nap. Not "sleep"). Because I anticipate one of my sweet-ones will call for me in an hour or 2.

TFL!

A litte Zen Garden

2006-10-18T00:08:00.000-05:00

...made by Alison, that is.

I cannot describe the excitement I feel when I get "fluff" (soft yummy stuff) in the mail. And I am especially most thrilled when the "fluff" is made by another Mama.

Soon after I found that I had a love for crafting, I realized that there were so many Mothers who are just like me. While they come from all walks of life and from all corners of many countries, I share their love of creating, of challenging ourselves to push our talent, and to value craft as a process.

I have found such a bond with some of these women. Our conversations revolve around the fabrics and fibers we covet, or what patterns and methods to achieve success. While we eventually talk of our families and lives, we are brought together under the premise that we respect each other's want to make something beautiful, useful, and cherished.

I suppose that blog readers are not surprised that we meet through message boards. Mother/Crafters are brought together at all hours of the day with a few clicks of the mouse. I have trusted colleagues I have never met, and I rely on them for friendship as I nurse my babe, or when I am holding her as she naps.

But folks I know IRL (in real life) are a little perplexed that not only do these communities exist, but that true friendships can come from it. How can one possibly create and maintain friendships with those one has never seen?

There are so many stories of friendships gone stalker-ish, or about perverted lurkers and sick individuals on the net. And I do believe that there are these people, but there are those who are sincere, just like I am, and I have found communities are are private, respectful, and resourceful.

We send each other well wishes on our special days, we share our journey in pregnancy, motherhood, and we buy/sell/trade the fruits of our talents.

And these friendships are substantial, and though they do not take away from the friendships we have IRL (though these friendships certainly are real-do not let this acronym fool you), these friendships add depth to the relationships we form in our lifetime.

...and for this I am grateful.

Weddings

2006-10-15T15:38:00.000-05:00

They always make me cry somehow.

One of my girlfriends, M, got married this weekend. She has one of those relaxing easy personalities, and we have managed to remain friends despite the distance that 8 years of Army miles has provided us. She and I finally live in the same city :)

Her wedding to J allowed for me to meet up with one of my best friends, K, and she and I promptly began our giggling and joking and commenting. It was as if we were back in college again. Her poor husband, he had to endure her growling stomach during the ceremony and our minutes of our subsequent stiffled giggles.

Her wedding was a good excuse for me to get re-acquainted with quilting. So, I a made a lap blanket for M & J. Hopefully it will cover their laps and legs as they watch TV or read books.

up close:

Doing this size of quilt also gave me quilt-sewing-machine-lust. I had a darn of a time rolling and shoving this baby in the little space my Viking had for me.

Don't tell Greg that though (wink).

My Cooper...

2006-10-10T11:26:00.000-05:00

is a special little boy.

I feel all of my children are special. I feel that each of them are destined for greatness in whatever environment they will find themselves in. Though just children, they each seem to be able to touch and reach people; I have no doubt that they will change the world to be a better place, as they already have today.

But I watch my Cooper very closely. I am so mindful that he may fall into the generalized second (or middle) child syndrome. I want to make sure he knows that he is his own little boy, and that he can be whatever he chooses to be.

Unlike Greggy and Rafaella, who are both very outgoing, uber social and assertive, my Cooper is selectively animated, with many moments of quiet thoughtfulness. He is careful, a watcher. He internalizes situations, and at his own chosen moments, lets Greg or I know what he has observed.

And with his disposition, he is generous and kind, rarely getting a cup of milk for himself without getting one for his brother. He follows Rafaella around the house to make sure she doesn't get into trouble, all of which is very mindful for a 4 year old boy. He is surprisingly intelligent...I say surprisingly because he will suddenly just show you that, yes, he knows how to write his name, and phonetically read letters...all without my concentrated effort to teach him these things.

What do I do to make sure that he remains the way he is? I don't want him to change, nor do I wish to compare him to my other two. Each of my children have gifts and talents, shortcomings and misgivings, and I love each and every trait because it is theirs.

I hope our love will be enough to give him the courage and confidence to remain who he is.

Carpool Creation #1

2006-10-08T10:55:00.000-05:00

This is proof that I have truly succumbed into being a mini-van, carpooling mama. What has become quiet moments of knitting has turned into van knitting, waiting for one, while the other two are either sleeping or eating lunch in the back seat.

Sure, I know, it's not ideal...but we still have fun :) .

I am intent on being one of the first 10 or so cars (vans) there, so when Greggy comes out he can see me immediately. I don't want my babe to wait, or worry. And in order to do this I have programmed my brain to get there at least 30 minutes or so before the dismissal bell rings.

Yes! I know it's not ideal, but we still have fun...

The vans are practically parked in line, waiting...mamas come out to chat with each other (probably one of our few contacts with other adults before dad gets home)...most vans have other babes in there, so they are usually rocking out with some kind of child CD (ours is no exception)...and you will see many mamas reading, doing bills, their nails.

When I am not chatting, I am knitting. Or I am knitting while chatting, whatever...

And behold the first creation from the carpool line, actually finished last week, but did not wash and lanoloze until last night :)

The yarn is Kimberly's colorway, I believe using Full Belly Farm Yarn, an organic wool yarn, wonderful and yummy.

I look forward to many more knitterly moments waiting for Greggy from school.

It took me 48 minutes to go 11 miles yesterday...

2006-10-06T13:25:00.000-05:00

...and this was through the freeway. On the way back, I took the side streets and it still took me 39 minutes with all of the traffic...

And to think we are in the suburbs, over the bridge from D.C.

I used to think that I was such a city person. I grew in San Francisco. Greg and I used to daydream (when we were dating, and when newly married), that we would return to The City as soon as we could, to reclaim a piece of it and become part of its history.

Moving to Germany and living there for 4 years totally changed our perspective, and now all I crave is to one day find myself living in a small European-like village, where people still take walks, eat their meals outside *unrushed*, and talk to neighbors across the fence.

Until then I will be sitting in traffic and spend my time listening to children's music as the kids sing in the backgroud...(the latter part not being so bad)..

And until then I will continue to live in my craft bubble where I put all of my dreams and hopes into things I can make for others...

...this is for Sophia, J&C's first daughter, born about a month ago. J and I were nurses together in Germany. She is a Friend For Life.

Yarn is BFL, dyed by Nada.

Pattern in the Quick Baby Sweater (can't find the link at the moment haha).

Congratulations, Mama...

Sewing comes in handy...

2006-10-03T00:47:00.000-05:00

for birthday parties. Especially little girls' birthdays. This is what I have concluded.

I have been privy to attend numerous birthdays last year and will most likely attend many this year, now that both Greggy and Cooper in school. They are always so fun and crazy. Very noisy! Chaotic. And exhausting.

But I look forward to the cake and the gift opening. Most especially at little girls' parties...because I am a crafting freak and am looking forward to her opening her present from Greggy (doh - I mean me).

This weekend was another opportunity for me to dive into my pile of pinks :)

The shirt is made of a pink interlock, and after putting it together I embroidered her initial on the front. Pants are a stretch twill.

Ms. M loved it, and so did her Mama. Which makes me happy...and I am grateful that there is another little one possibly wearing something I have made :)

Just stocked....

2006-10-01T10:13:00.000-05:00

...at the Shop

I thought it be appropriate for the season coming ;)

(can be used as reusable trick or treat bags ;) )

Waterproof bags :)

I hope everyone has a great weekend!

Sneaking off with Mom...

2006-09-30T00:14:00.000-05:00

Despite the dipping temperatures (although it is no where near what I would like...I am a cold weather lover myself), I have been taking the kids to our local ice cream shop for a little sweet goodness. Just this last week we headed there at least 3 times, and I am not at all ashamed to say that it was at my request :)

The boys take their wondrous time looking at all of the tubs of creamy goodness, through the glass licking their lips. They get to pick whatever they want. Rafaella is patient, she knows she will share my cup.

Once they have picked and I have ordered we sit and enjoy our treats and we just talk. Sometimes the boys talk all at once, almost screaming, trying to say everything in their mind. Rafaella even starts in with her babytalk, and their voices echo through the parlor. I can't help but laugh the entire time.

It reminds me of those moments when my Mother used to take my brothers and I out for the afternoon. And what stays with me most were those occasions when she and I, alone, would sneak away to get something to eat and to chat. We'd tell my dad and brothers that we had an errand to run, and we'd find ourselves having lunch at a restaurant and not accomplishing much of anything but keeping our bellies full and our minds occupied with exchanged stories.

These days, when she comes here to visit from California, Greg just expects for us to make up an excuse to get out of the house, but he knows that we are at a local joint, stuffing our faces and cackling and gossiping.

How important those moments were...now looking back I know now that this was a way she kept connected with me. I remember at times I would just wonder *why* we had to do things together...what teen hasn't...

Now as a Mother, I can see that it has made all of the difference in the world.

There is more to life than simply increasing its speed - Ghandi

2006-09-28T19:34:00.000-05:00

I have been thinking much of this lately...how the day is so rushed and when I finally take a look at the clock it is almost time for bed (for the rest of the family).

Finding meaning in what we do, day in and day out...is a stuggle sometimes, isn't it? We tend to get into this pattern of just doing and not feeling, of accepting monotony and the status quo, of almost stagnating.

The other spectrum is this clamor to achieve but to not really know why, of harboring competition but not really challenging ourselves and our motives, and sometimes encouraging a less friendly environment through it.

What do we do each day to find this middle ground, to ask more of ourselves, to live a simple life and cultivate a deeper soul?

I have been asking myself where I fall as a person in this spectrum. What is really important to me? What aspects of my life will satiate my dreams and needs?

Life is so short, I want to live it to its fullest, where I am, here where God has placed me.

Inspiration, move me brightly...

2006-09-27T22:07:00.001-05:00

...because somedays, like today...my brain is on break and my creative spirit is playing hide and seek...

Since I am admitting my list addiction,

2006-09-25T18:50:00.000-05:00

I might as well mention that I have a "thing" with coffee.

I have a soup Polish Pottery mug, which holds my usual 2 servings of java, sitting here next to the keyboard, steaming hot from it.

I nurse one while I cook dinner, and continue to reheat it until I finally consume it all, around 8 at night.

Ironically, despite the amount of coffee I consume, I am not much of a connoisseur. I couldn't tell you what the difference is between the different roasts. All I know is that I love my coffee hot, almost pale from milk and with 2 teaspoons of sugar.

Oh and frothy.

This is where my Senseo comes in. A perfect, frothy drink every time. For this un-gadgeted family, a stunning and wonderful realization and purchase.

Thanks Mom for turning us to the dark side.

Off to enjoy the rest of these few minutes to myself.

My name is Tif, and I am a listmaker

2006-09-24T18:24:00.000-05:00

I make lists for each project I undertake.

On my google desktop, I have 3 lists: 1- Business 2- Family 3-Personal Craft Projects.

When I have a special event to plan, a list must be completed.

My husband is sent to the grocery store with a list. A list written from a list of meals for the coming week or 2.

I keep a notebook in my purse for the moment I feel I need to brainstorm a list.

And here I am blogging out a list.

It's a sickness really.

In the past, when I was younger, in College, my lists would be completed. To the "t". On my nursing shifts I compiled lists of repetetive tasks to be completed and they would be.

My lists these days, are feeling less love. They sit on the computer screen and wait for me to click them off. They call for me from my list notebook and sometimes at the end of the night all I can do is stare at them, and then to re-write them the next day.

These days, I list down "read 30 min", "write 30", "knit rafaella's pants 30 min" "cut fabric 30 min" "sew until one project completed ", just so I have somethings crossed out.

I guess this is what happens when life no longer revolves solely around oneself or with just a partner. My days no longer just involve me moving to my own agenda. And I guess this is what happens when I start to let go of trying to manage every minute, when I finally can breathe and just "go with the flow".

Is there such a thing for a true Virgo such as myself? I guess we will all just have to see.

Greg and I would not do well on the Amazing Race.

2006-09-21T20:49:00.000-05:00

I am convinced.

Today Greg took the van to get serviced at a nearby city. 20 or so minutes after he left I received a phone call from him: my dear husband was lost and could not find his way out of the suburbs. Absolutely refusing to get out of the van and to ask someone for directions, he insisted I navigate him out.

Feeling such frenzy, knowing his phone battery was not charged (doh!), I searched for and found the map.

This should be easy... Greg and I are experienced travellers. We drove through and around Germany/France/Luxembourg/Belgium many many times over, not knowing the language, and going by our instincts. Road trips are our bag, really!

He mentioned the streets as he passed them, and I gave him directions on where to go...

T: Ok, now turn right at the next intersection
G: What?
T: Turn right when you get the next intersection
G: Are you sure? I don't think so!
T: Do you trust me? I am reading the map and you need to turn right
G: is that West?
T: Yes
G: Right?
T: Yes! Turn right!
G: Are you sure?
T: Do you have the map? I have the map and you need to do what I say!
G: I did turn right, but I don't think you're right!

Silence

G: oh, oh..now I know where we are...

Gah!

Greg and I decided that when it was time for us to apply the Amazing Race that we would not mention this incident.

Instead we will mention that my iron stomach can handle a few crickets and he is a master historian (good selling points, right)

p.s...he apologized by the way, numerous times, and with treats in hand.

Sure, it's not Dawson's Creek

2006-09-20T12:51:00.000-05:00

...but Felicity will do!

I sampled the first disk of the first season via Netflix. I would have to say that its accurately depicted college angst properly got me through the sewing the tail end of a large wholesale order...culminating with 40 dozen wipes.

Don't get me wrong, Noel can never replace Pacey, but I definitly dig Felicity , and dare I say she has the potential of rivaling Joey.

I have promptly moved up the rest of the first season to the top of my queue. Time and sewing will surely tell.

The evolution of Mom.

2006-09-19T21:52:00.000-05:00

Today I met the au pair of one of Greggy's classmates. She is a doll, very sweet, obviously attentive and M adores her. She asked me how old I was. She said I looked young.

She was surprised when I told her I was 31, and she thought I was more her age: 22 . I almost hugged her.

She asked me to coffee in the future, but I admitted to her that I couldn't guarantee time away. I am a full time mom with an Army husband. Therefore I don't have set schedules. I make child-free appointments weeks in advance, and hope my childcare options don't fail...otherwise I have three in tow.

Such a far cry from even 6 years ago, with none at my side, where Greg and I were so independent even from each other. I was so stubborn and anal; I rarely wanted to compromise. My job was my focus, and I was a workaholic...

Then came Gregory 5 years ago, where I adopted a perfectionist mother's attitude. As if I had control over the personality of this child. I was so idealistic, almost un-REAListic. And I was right., of course. Over everything, especially how my child should be raised, as how should others.

Cooper rocked my world 18 months later, challenging me with a completely opposite personality. I could not understand how my methods with Gregory did not work with the 2nd. Aren't they both my children? I started to learn to listen to my children. I allowed myself to stand back and to just Watch. and Trust.

Rafaella came 3 years later. My likeness. I see my face in her, and I have been knocked off my feet. Not only do I listen, and watch and trust, but I have learned that I can Close My Eyes and Use My Instincts. It will be alright.

Why it took me 6 years and 3 children to get me to today, I can never explain. Is it my age? I am surely busier now with the business than I ever was in the Army. Is it experience? Is it confidence? Or have I changed?

I hope it's for the better.

I really need to think over my schedule...

2006-09-18T17:04:00.000-05:00

Here in our county, public schools have a special Monday schedule; teachers have inservices and students are given half the day off. When I arrived at Greggy's afternoon class line I was excited that we got there so early...after a few minutes of standing and smiling, I realized that there would be no line because his class had already started, and was in fact almost about to end.

Poor Greggy was so disappointed...he loves Kindergarten and his teacher, and with show and tell project in hand I led him back to the van (with the other 2 in tow), apologizing profusely.

While it doesn't seem much of a big deal, it was just another reminder that achieving balance doesn't necessarily mean just compartamentalizing tasks, or multitasking, or lists. It means taking care of yourself and your basic needs of food/water/sleep.

It is with that last component that I lack, really. I have placed a hard time of midnight for shutting down, but in my excitement to complete whatever task I am in, I push the envelope just a little bit. Then midnight turns to 1 am and Rafaella is up to nurse...and by the time things settle it is about 2 am.

All day I obsessed about tonight's timeline, and I am deciding to drink coffee in a few minutes, and will promptly shut off the computer at 11 pm.

There. I will be held accountable by cyberspace.

And in case you were wondering what was on the table to be finished last night:

heart - my children...

2006-09-17T22:00:00.000-05:00

Today we visited some friends who just had their 2nd baby, a wee little one, a little boy who I got to hold...and at that moment I held him I realized how much bigger my children are.

Where has the time gone, that somehow I am five years older than when I was when I first held Greggy; goodness, Greg and I were just kids ourselves. I looked through my scrapbook tonight and was reminiscent...(though when am I not). Now my boys are in school, and Rafaella is growing to be such a little girl.

I wonder how I am doing as a parent. Each day brings its own surprises and what I thought was IT one day, is the OTHER the next. And then it is ANOTHER ONE the day after. Sometimes I think that all of this (parenthood, mentoring, teaching, loving) is just going so fast and furious. I think that the environment I am in contributes to it...bring the kids here, pick them up there etc etc ..

Tonight after the boys went to bed, I laid on the bed with Rafaella next to me...and when I held her the moment was absolutely perfect. 'twas heaven. All I have inside that I feel for her and for my children connects me to every aspect of my personal being as well as to the spiritual and metaphysical.

and then everything makes sense...even for that one second.

Goodnight...time for my coffee...

When the smallest things matter.

2006-09-16T19:39:00.000-05:00

Rafaella is at that grand age of over 1. Over 1 going on 3. You know what I'm getting at right? With 2 older male siblings, she is probably the most rambunctious 14 month old I know, and I say that in the most Mother Bear sort of way. Watch out future suitors, because Rafaella won't need her brothers or Daddy taking care of her; she will in fact take care of herself. (mama says proudly)

This sweet and smart over 1 yr old has mastered the art of removing her cloth diapers. Hurray, I thought initially...she has been doing so when she is wet, and this is a good sign, no?

No...not when mama is not ready and she happens to not be "finished". To make this story short, her poor nursing pillow (the curved kind) was drenched with her kindness.

I washed the pillow first, and then reached for a new pillowcase, handmade by Holly. The pillowcase is made of flannel, super soft with the sweetest print.

Ahhh, it made me smile.

And Rafaella, well, she took to it quickly...

...and for now, things are quiet, and I can drink my coffee before the long night ahead...

Goodbye my sweet...sniff

2006-09-15T06:09:00.000-05:00

I had to let you go. I know that I could have kept you, and I know that I can get more of you...but the fact of the matter is that you have been by my side for quite some time now. I had mini daydreams of you draping over my sweet Rafaella, or even made into something *gasp* for me...

But the time is right; it is fall and it is your prime...

Natural Suds = Love

2006-09-14T16:29:00.000-05:00

I made it through my adolescent and young adult life with just wonderful skin. Face and Body...but at the advent of pregnancy and the my child-full life thereafter I found myself with not just dry scaly skin, but an acne prone face. And my once almost overconfident self came to a crashing realization that I would need to find a way to pamper and treat my skin.

I have found that the perfect combination for my face is Proactiv and Mineral Makeup (bare minerals and the like)...but for my body, I have learned to kick Bath & Body Works to the curb.

Over the years I have become quite a soap snob :). I crave uneven special bars made by hand with lye and oils and herbs. In the last five years, I cannot pass a soapmaker at a craft show/store without buying at least one bar.

Just to try. I say
More Soap? Greg always comments. You're such a girl. (he says this with much respect of course)

A special package came in the mail last week...soaps made by Amorette of the best ingredients. Soaps that were heavy, scent-ful and almost good enough to eat. They were rough cut, and I envisioned her kitchen table filled with magical bars.

They are absolutely delicious. They lather beautifully, and for this mama who loves her showers because it is one of her only times on her own...it is a luxury.

And my sensitive skin just adores them....yummm....

A picture is worth a thousand words.

2006-09-13T19:24:00.000-05:00

This year begins my first of being the family taxi-driver. The One Who Bringeth the Children Everywhere. I think I get in the car to drive a minimum of four times a day, from having Greggy and Cooper in different schools...with opposite class schedules! Dear goodness, I have a long year ahead of me.

But just when I am about to hang my keys and curse this entire phase of our lives - and to think this is only the beginning! - something sweet and fulfilling comes about, and I am renewed.

A couple of weeks ago, I finally met dear Julia...a mama friend I only knew through Xanga...and with her budding, wonderful new Photography Business, we found a reason to get together. And she blessed us with her magic, sprinkled some pixie dust using her gracious eye and her fabulous camera...and an afternoon spent at a local farm turned into a lifetime of memories.

She sent me all of my proofs today, and what I saw was exactly what I needed to witness: a family growing, together.

These kids are mine. Good. Beautiful. Children. They came from God, and I carried, labored and bore them. And now they are their own personalities, they are all unique. But in their eyes, I see me, and I see Greg.

What an absolute honor.

Tap...Tap...is there anyone out there?

2006-09-12T20:09:00.000-05:00

Hello Blogger :)

I'm still settling in, adding in some links and buttons. Sampling the interface, dusting a few corners, and finding room for my luggage.

I just didn't want another day to go by without me leaving just a footprint.

Much love,
A former xanga-girl

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2004-08-15T22:23:00.000-05:00

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... head * heart * hands...

New Craft Blog!

Where have I gone?

Yes! Snow Day #5

Snow Day #4

Snow Day #2....

Yay!

So, it didn't snow...

I think I'm ready now :)

The Great Escape

Pigtails!

Off the needles :)

The same face.

Yup. This is the Gist of it.

Is it *finally* starting to get cold enough

Still a baby.

Filipino Comfort Food: Picadillo (pick-a-d-yo)

C is for cookie...

Jumping back in, needles first.

Signing off until the New Year...

Taste of my Own Medicine

I'm holding my family closer tonight,

There are just some news that hit home.

Who's feelin' the heat?

9 years, and counting...

I am thankful for

My biggest fans.

Catching up, Tif style:

My skeletons that were in the closet

Goodie Bags and the Anticipation

Some lace, lots of chocolate, and strep?

Sisterhood.

Ah, it's been a long week.

A litte Zen Garden

Weddings

My Cooper...

Carpool Creation #1

It took me 48 minutes to go 11 miles yesterday...

Sewing comes in handy...

Just stocked....

Sneaking off with Mom...

There is more to life than simply increasing its speed - Ghandi

Inspiration, move me brightly...

Since I am admitting my list addiction,

My name is Tif, and I am a listmaker

Greg and I would not do well on the Amazing Race.

Sure, it's not Dawson's Creek

The evolution of Mom.

I really need to think over my schedule...

*heart* - my children...

When the smallest things matter.

Goodbye my sweet...*sniff*

Natural Suds = Love

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Tap...Tap...is there anyone out there?

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Is it finally starting to get cold enough

heart - my children...

Goodbye my sweet...sniff