warm fuzzies, two ways

the entire northeast is being blanketed in snow and freezing rain this morning.

it’s cold and wet and miserable outside.

the three oldest googies have a 2 hour delay at school.

but it’s okay, because



the entire googie clan is being blanketed in warm and fuzzy fleecey jammies.

something i love to do is let each googie pick out a fleece they love at the store. i use it to make giant blanket sleepers for them. cause, let’s be honest here~~even i would wear a blanket sleeper if they came in maternity sizes.

but this fleece has been sitting for…um…quite a while. so we compromised. we’re going with the easier pants and top, which the momma can get done with a lot less thinking.

last night i whipped out the pants.



for girlfriend girl: owls with a contrast band of orange (from a shirt grabbed out of the thrift pile)


(and a goofball sister sticking her head in)

for little man: phillies, with rib knit cuffs at the bottom (shocking i know. what can i say? the boy’s a phanatic)

(aaannndd…a goofball sister sticking her head in)

for tiny tim: turtles, with just a loose hemmed bottom (and rather psychedelic turtles at that)
(which i forgot a picture of…probably because i was so busy telling her to GET OUT OF THE WAY)

little bear didn’t get any. she got her blanket a few weeks ago, and she has about 30 pairs of jammies already. of course she was breaking my heart as every fabric i rolled out to begin cutting she looked at me and said “dis one mine mommy?”



they took turns sitting by my sewing machine, watching their fabric become pants. whatever they were wearing was immediately discarded in favor of soft and fuzzy fleece the instant they were done.

it was one of those times when i love being a momma.

when i remember why i’m excited for five to arrive.

i wonder if they’ll remember these things when they’re grown.

if it will influence the kind of mothers my girls become and the kind of father my son becomes.

my sewing? not too hard to figure. no deep psychoanalysis needed…my mom wasn’t a sewer. she can, but didn’t really. but i have a memory: i’m not sure how old i was~~less than 7. she got one of those pre-printed fabrics. it was a strawberry shortcake pillow/doll (a redhead! yay!) and made it for me. it was basically a shaped pillow. but i still remember it. i remember loving it. i remember that she made it. i still have it.

it gives me the warm fuzzies.

and i’m pretty sure that’s why i sew for my babies.

even when they act like goobers when i try to take their pictures.







i love this job.



how about you? what makes you do what you do? why are you the mom that you are today? what memory do you hold from childhood that shapes who you are today?

permission

i did it.

that ENTIRE bag of mixed up puzzle pieces? you know, the one i keep adding to as i find the pieces scattered around the house...delusionally thinking that one day when i have ohh, 3 or 4 spare hours, i'm going to sort them all into the proper box(es), toss the ones with too many missing pieces, and organize the rest?

ya, that one.

shhhh...come closer...

i threw it away.

unopened. unsorted. unrepentantly.

know what else?
while i was at it, i tossed an entire trash bag of broken/neglected/old and unplayed with toys.

shhhh....

there's more.
my google reader? the one that while i was "off" not blogging and not on the computer for a bit managed to amass 600+ unread blog posts from some of my favorite blogs?

mark all as read.

that's right. i did it.
unread. un-savedtheideasiloveforthefuture. unrepentantly.

i'm sure there were many awesome posts in there. great ideas that i may kick myself for missing later. just as i'm sure there were complete puzzles in that bag. puzzles the kids and i would have enjoyed putting together on a snowy night with cups of cocoa by our sides.

but sometimes, just sometimes, you have to toss the good with the bad. otherwise you'll drown.

a cathartic purging of clutter--both material goods and mental goods. it's good for the mind and body.

and to finish out my day?
i drank a cup of hot chocolate. with TWO packs in one mug. and whipped cream AND marshmallows.

and waited until the kids were in bed to do it.

that's just how i roll.

potty talk

just dropping in to say…

i haven’t “worshipped” here:

in TWO WHOLE DAYS.**

yeah, baby.

whereas little bear—she’s on it like a champ. we’ve basically given up diapers (except for bedtime).

she took to the potty thing like a fish to water…or a kitty to a litter box…or a puppy to one of those weird infomercial fake grass things.

srsly? “indoor washroom for dogs?”

now the cavities we’re going to be dealing with from all the candy rewards she’s gotten in the last week…well, that’s another story.

**do you know how hard it was to come up with a funny/vague way of saying that that couldn’t be completely misconstrued into something way dirty? yeah. hard.