ANNIE MIEBS, biggest slacker in 2011! so... january is rapidly coming to an end, and here i am with my third blog of the year. hmmm. (and, i shouldn't even count one of them because it was about christmas.) i wish i could share that i've been incredibly busy with activities and excitement that i couldn't pause for a blog break. but. i haven't. we haven't. january has been utterly boring - why would i want to share the snorefest with others?
the kids and i have been sticking close to home. we had weekS of below freezing temperatures and 75-80 mph winds that kept us inside, knocking on cabin fever's door. jack still went to school but that was it for getting out with the kids. i did my shopping and errands in the evenings when ben was home so as not to concoct icicle children. i can't remember a winter this lousy; i mean, i was praying for snow! and, when it finally snowed last week, i felt the same excitement as when i was a little girl; picture long-haired, pig-tailed annie, admiring flakes from the kitchen window, not being able to scarf down cheerios fast enough.
two things that have also contributed to the lack of blogging: sewing projects and my mission to help mario save the princess. this always happens when we get a new game. i'm all about it for weeks, and then i reach a point where i cannot pass anymore levels, and i quickly lose interest (and patience). but after a month, i'm still going strong. what. a. nerd.
i started sewing again, making more buddies with extravagant faces and larger bodies. i'm kinda of the opinion the bigger the better, but i think i overdid it (33 x 30 inches). jack is completely freaked out by his newest buddy, telling me "no, mama, i scared." he asked for a buddy with a mustache, and he got it. a big, brown, mister potato head-esque mustache. it's fantastic. i also added a pink oval nose, complete with stuffing (so it's raised), but jack's just so bothered by the whole thing. my intention was to make it big enough to lay on, perfect for cuddling while watching movies. it's really not a total loss as ben's been wondering when he'll get his own buddy. aaand done.
the vern and robert editions, for special someones
the big-ass buddy
one more buddy (this one's a bowling pin-shaped dolly) and one more blankie, and i'll be onto another project: messenger bags. i love new projects! and, picking out fabric, i think, is the best part. i have some denim left over from when i made dylan's name sign for her room and while most denim can be challenging to work with, this left over material is not nearly as heavy as your levi's and has a lot of give. (wait, do people still wear levi's?) dylan is close to outgrowing the beloved baby bjorn so i've transitioned her to my 5-way-to-carry sling. i have been using jack's old ones, so i figured dylan deserves her own (see: pink, floral, girly). again, i love choosing fabric.
for the messenger bags
for dylan's reversible sling
dylan is now a week away from a ten month anniversary of taking her first breath of air. she has 6 teeth, 2 at bat and all the drool you could ask for. the second week of january, she decided that sleep was overrated and eating was in session, all night long. two weeks of nighttime feedings had this mama feeling like a zombie during the day, thus jb getting caught up on all that is mickey. when i start to feel like a lame mother, i remember that jack didn't watch ANY television for the first 2.5 years of his life so - so what if he watches it now. all day. right?
the bulldog look, grinding her teeth together
another reason for not shutting off the tv as of late... tantrums. you all know by now that jack has been a real treat at times, but lately, he's brought out the kicking and screaming, the thrashing like a fish out of water, once he even grabbed his own cheeks and scratched himself. wth??? the tantrums make their appearance when i tell him no, and it always takes me by surprise because this child gets told no throughout our days. i do not give him what he wants whenever he asks for it. really, i'm not that mother. but it just seems that lately, his 3 year old fuse is shot. so... we watch another mickey even when i've told him it's the last, LAST one. maybe we now end up having 2 packs of gummies instead of only one. but when i've just had enough of him bossing me around, i allow him to flail around like an idiot while dilly and i retreat to some place quieter. the part that makes me feel good about ignoring all his drama is when he comes to me after he's calmed down, tear stains down both cheeks, along with a drippy nose, asking for a tissue, telling me he's all better now, giving me a hug and saying, "i sorry, mama." so apparently, it is working. mr. jack miebs and i have certainly butted heads these past two years, but i really believe we're getting close to minimal meltdowns. now, if i could only get him to love me as much as he loves his sister...
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