Lego Mania

The Boy turned eleven last weekend and he loves Legos. So I threw a Lego Mania Birthday Party of Destiny.

There were mini-fig cups (curtesy of The Dancing Queen, who sat and drew each and every one)

IMGP1182There was a Lego cake (the masterpiece created by The Bookworm)

IMGP1186There were paper legos everywhere – on the table…

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… and in the trees.

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There were real Legos, too. We had a Lego car building contest –

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The cars were the party favors so there was incentive to use the interesting pieces – knowing that they could keep whatever they could race spurred the kids to think outside the box. Some of the cars were very creative!

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It was a really fun day, and the weather was beautiful and the food was good and the company was fabulous.

Happy Birthday, Boy! I can’t believe you’re already eleven!

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Nine

IMGP0264The Dancing Queen is nine years old!

Last week, my third child turned nine. For her birthday, I gave to her pattern, fabric, and notions needed to make herself a new dress. The pattern is also for a matching doll dress (which we will make another day). Part of the gift was hours of one on one time with me as together we cut, sewed, and eventually modeled and photographed this new dress. It was lots of fun.

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This pattern in super cute – with button holes in the back of the bodice that the shoulder straps lace through.

IMGP0268And the matching shorts underneath make it very playground friendly.

IMGP0269Which was a good thing, considering that her birthday celebration was at John’s Incredible Pizza.

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So, another year gone by. Another child inches towards independence (or, should I say, shoots towards it at break-neck speed!)

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Happy Birthday, Dancing Queen! I love you!

Thirteen

Thirteen things that I love about my thirteen year old.

IMGP85971. She is helpful and responsible.

2. She is fun to talk to and has interesting things to say.

3. She is so very smart and such a joy to homeschool as she devours every subject with a voracious appetite for learning.

IMGP86074. She is so practical and does not get lost in frivolity.

5. Though she has entered her teens, she still sees the world with sweet innocence and curiosity.

6. She is trustworthy and honest.

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7. She continues to amaze me with her artistic ability.

8. Everything she does, she does well. She strives for excellence in all things.

9. She has a great sense of humor and loves to laugh.

IMGP851510. She is so fun to watch movies with – she squeals and jumps and laughs outloud and fully enjoys every minute.

11. She makes an excellent macaroni and cheese.

12. She is careful and does not rush into things without thinking it through first.

13. She is so beautiful.

Happy Birthday to my teenager! I love you more than you’ll ever know!

 

 

 

This Moment – Three

A Friday ritual inspired by SouleMama. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Happy Third Birthday, Little Munchkin!

This moment is actually a couple of weeks old – The Munchkin turned three at the end of June. What a whirlwind of a summer we are having that I let that much time go by before wishing her a happy birthday on the blog!

Dearest Little T

Dearest Little T,

Two days before I went into the hospital to give birth to my little Fraggle, your sweet mama was giving birth to you. It was uncanny how similar our circumstances were – we both had high blood pressure and had to be induced, we each came through our trials with a beautiful baby girl to show for it.

Two baby girls and two mothers who were bedridden with high blood pressure. Two friends unable to help the other. Two lives beginning in more than a few frustrated tears. Your mother and I spent our pregnancy’s together with weekly knitting sessions and lots of dreaming about when our girls would come. It didn’t quite go down the way we thought at first, but here we are one year out, and I couldn’t be happier.

I have so enjoyed our weekly get togethers since you and The Fraggle were born. Watching the two of you grow and change so fast, watching you learn new things and explore the world around you, has been such a joy. Even some of the comparisons give me pleasure (you may be talking up a storm, but The Fraggle will walk first! HA!).

So, this year for your birthday, your first birthday, I wanted to make something special for you.

Go ahead, open it!

Okay, let me tell you about it. The shoes first.

When I showed your Mama the pattern for these shoes, I am almost sure that she swooned, so I knew you had to have a pair. Someday you may understand how much I love you when I say that these were crocheted (huge sacrifice on my part). I used some bits of Knit Picks cotton for the colored sections because I thought it would be sturdy and that you’d like the pink. The soles are made of jute twine so that you can wear them outside. (Ravelry project page here)

The shoes really are the main gift, but not so fun for you, right? I confess that I mostly made those for your mom. The doll is for you.

She is made of wool and muslin and cotton floss. She is stuffed with wool and potpurri that should help you sleep if you cozy up to her and breath in her sweet scent. But the best part is her hair. I know how you love hair, so I gave her a lot. Feel free to pull, tug, and frizz it up because she comes with a lifetime hair replacement guarantee. Whenever her hair gets pulled out or worn to wisps, just bring her by and I will needle felt a new wig for her lickety-split.

Oh, and the bag it was wrapped in should make a perfect purse for your little hands.

I am so excited about the years to come, My Dear. I hope that you and The Fraggle will become the best of friends as your mama and I grow closer as well. I also hope that someday the two of you will sit and knit with us (that would be so cool!).

Happy Birthday, Little T.

S.

The Fraggle Turns One – A Retrospective On My Last Birth

This week marks one year since I gave birth to my last baby.

The Fraggle is amazing. God knew that I needed an easy baby this last time around. He blessed me with an eager nursing, long nap taking, not very needy, easy going baby. The Fraggle is responsible for many, many smiles and has caused so much joy in our home.

One Year. The Fraggle is one year. And she is lovely.

In our family we have a tradition. On your birthday, you hear your birth story. It always begins, “______ years ago today…” and what follows is the story of joyous birth. But when I start The Fraggle’s story, I can’t remember joy. I remember this.

One year ago this week, I was in the hospital. It was the last place I wanted or expected to be. Up until that week I had only known easy, peaceful, simple homebirths. But, as I laid in that hospital bed, strapped to monitors and totally exhausted, I was filled with fear, worry, homesickness, disappointment, and stress. With my blood pressure climbing daily and the worries about the baby’s heart and being separated from my five children for days and days, I was a total wreck. Her birth was great as far as hospital births go I suppose, but I wasn’t used to hospital births. Compared to my previous five birth experiences, it was horrible, terrible, awful. A memory that I’d rather not have. An experience not for reliving on special occassions.

But, then I look at this little girl, this amazing blessing, and I wonder if that really matters. Sure it began in turmoil, but the turmoil was temporary, and once she got the “all clear” from the cardiologist and my blood pressure came down, we began a year of bliss. I feel robbed of the blissful experience that I associate with birth, but better and more beautiful experiences followed – an entire year of them. Memories to cherish, documented with pictures, and remembered with joy.

The tears come to my eyes and the disappointment returns to me again as I relive the story of her birth, but The Fraggle is too young to understand what I whisper to her while I hold her tight. I am determined to have a better version to tell her when she can understand. I will find a way to tell the story from a better perspective, when the joys of the years of her life have dimmed the pain of her birth. Just as a mother forgets the pain of labor, so I hope to forget the pains of my heart.

How ungrateful am I to dwell on a painful moment instead of celebrating the weeks and months of bliss? No, I will not do so. I will find the good in her birth and remember that. And where is the good in her birth story? Here. The good is right here.

And today it is right here.

And between those two moments is an entire year of bliss.

Happy Birthday, Little Fraggle! I love you!

(For the full birth story click here)

Knitting Poetry – Birthday Edition

We interrupt your regularly scheduled Christmas Countdown with a knitterly birthday ditty.

Wool and alpaca and silk, yes, indeed,
These things for my birthday are all that I need.

And you know that I love a nice chocolate cake,
But yarn’s just as good, and you won’t have to bake.

When thinking of me on this day of my birth,
Let’s add to my stash and not to my girth.