Friday, February 15, 2008
I was a bit vexed by Valentine's Day this year. I signed up to bring cookies to Seth's daycare Valentine's party. He doesn't usually attend on Thursdays, but we went together for the afternoon. I was so excited to make homemade sugar cookies that I only make at Valentine's Day! This year I thought to use my little heart cookie cutter so little hands would easily grasp little cookies, and I made them like Oreos with pink icing sandwiched between 2 little hearts so the icing wouldn't get everywhere.
Oh goody! I'm so excited! So I get there, and unbeknownst to me, the kiddos aren't allowed to have homemade treats! Apparently, this is common knowledge to everyone who has kids in school. My excitement turned to disappointment. Where is the logic in feeding the kids sodium-, fat-, and preservative-filled, store-bought crackers and cookies (you know those super-soft, shortening-laden sugar cookies with the frosting that coats the roof of your mouth) rather than my lovingly-made, home-baked goodness??!! I suppose on some small level, part of me can see the reason for the policy around food safety, and at least I was able to share my goodies with the staff. I have to remind myself, too, that these little ones are between 1 and 2 years old...they can't tell the difference between a goldfish cracker and a Cheezit! At any rate, Seth had a good time with his friends at "school."
Lastly, we found a cute little Valentine bear for Seth on our front porch yesterday morning, no doubt courtesy of his surrogate "Renton Grandparents." Seth likes to cuddle with people but not so much with stuffed animals, a blankie, or the like. However, I saw him this morning giving loves to his new little friend. After I snapped this photo, he promptly proceeded to poke Mr. Bear in the eyes before tossing him aside and heading for the kitchen utensil drawer. He's all boy!
I don't even remember what the pattern is called...I started it way back when Mom had the quilt shop. Of course, I see all the little imperfections, but overall I'm happy with it, and it sure feels good to finish it! I love working on new & challenging projects, but I've promised myself that I will finish my basket of UFOs before I start anything new!
Friday, February 1, 2008
So I partially agree with this ultra-scientific analysis :-). I don't think I'm always "ruled more by your head than your heart" since I tend to lean more sentimental sometimes. Maybe that's what "wistful melancholy" means, although I would have perhaps chosen different words since generally I'm a happy, content person. I do love the color brown, though, since it's in my autumn palette. Scrabble, anyone?
What color are you?
Hearing him say, "Do not settle for mediocrity. You can do better than that...seek for the sunlight, and be happy" helps me want to "do a little better."
- A Douglas-fir is, in fact, not a fir, nor a spruce or a pine. Thus, the hyphenated name. Its scientific name means "false hemlock." The tree's discoverer called it "by far the most majestic spruce I ever beheld in any forest, and one of the largest and longest lived of the giants that flourish throughout the main pine belt."
- The sun delivers energy to the earth at 215,000,000,000,000,000 calories per second. Most of that falls on desert sands, mountain slopes, the polar ice caps, or our skin. Only 1 percent is used by plants and trees to keep them alive.
Anyway, read the book if you would like to know more, but truthfully by the middle of the book I was skimming through it. Someone with a botanist's vocabulary and passion for all things vegetation would probably get more out of it.
So, we need to plant something in "Ol' Doug's" place. What do you suggest? We already have 3 maples and a cherry tree in the front yard, so preferably a tree that doesn't add to our Autumn leaf-raking marathon. It will be Seth's tree, so we can watch them grow together! From this recent photo, it seems that Seth would like an orange tree, but unfortunately in our climate that's not a viable option.