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Apron Fancy

I like aprons. As my bloggy friend Kim says, “For quite a while I’ve been wearing an apron in the kitchen. It makes me feel like I’m a real grown up. (Yes, apparently I need props for this.) When the kids come home from school and I’m wearing my apron, I’m more likely to feel like making them a snack. When guests arrive for dinner, I like having one on because it gives the illusion I’ve been slaving over the stove – just for them. I’m a professional wife and mom, and frankly, an apron just helps me feel like it.”

But the aprons I have are kind of frumpy–even if they are vintage.

So look what I bought today!

That’s from sassyaprons on Etsy. I can’t wait to open that package…

And Aviana is now stylin’ too. I got brave and used my sewing machine. I made a pattern out of newspaper. It’s serviceable, free (material I already had on hand), and quite sassy. I need to do a lot of fixin’ on it, (like I tried to use magnets as a neck clasp which I wouldn’t recommend, and I need to fix the pocket, and I actually sewed one of the scallops on the hem straight–sodon’t look too closely). Nevertheless, I pronounce it a successful first attempt.

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ummm….

“Mama!” Aviana comes running up to me, as excited as can be, “Dada said if we get our teeth brushed and jammas on and everyfing, we can shut off all the lights and run around in the dark with fwashwights!”

“Ooh,” I agree enthusiastically,” that will be fun. “

“Yes,” says she, “But not naked.”

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“Mama! My feet are so told!” she whines at me.

“Well put on some socks then,” I respond.

“Nooooo!”
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“Will you be scared to down a hill on a sled?” Dada asks of Brielle.
“No!” she responds vehemently, “I will say weeeee!”
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Brielle overheard me talking on the phone about our Happy Birthday, Jesus cake for Christmas Day. She looked up at me, eyes all aglow, “Are we having Baby Jesus tum over?!”

He’s always here sweetie. He’s always here.
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Aviana got the whipped topping out of the fridge for me. Apropos of nothing (or so I think) she says, “Gigi set a bad example for me.”
“She did?!” I respond. “What did she do?”
“She took the pwastic off the Cool Whip container with her teeth.”
I laugh. “Did she tell you she was being a bad example?”
“No, I just knew she was being a bad example.”
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I was looking at a high school friend’s Facebook Christmas pictures. What a good dad; he got black eye from climbing out a window dressed as Santa to surprise his children.
“What are you doing, Mama?”
“Looking at some high school friends and their kids.”
She looks with me.
In a voice full of wonder and amazement: “Did you go to high school with Santa?”

“No, that’s my friend dressed up as Santa.”
“Did he dress like Santa in high school? “
“No, he just did that for his children.”
She thinks about that for a minute.
“Then what did he wear to high school?”
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I begin to comb out Brielle’s bed head.
“Where we going Mama?”
“Nowhere today.”
“Then why you combing out mine hair?”

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Mama’s Daybook

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My Daybook ~ 29 December

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Outside My Window … The snow is gone–now it’s just brown and windy and cold

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I am thinking … about the past

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I am thankful for … my husband who loves me so completely
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From the learning rooms …volcanoes and snow

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From the kitchen …leftovers…lots of leftovers

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I am wearing …a purple paisley shirt under my favorite purple velour yoga suit, warm super soft Christmas gift socks
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I am creating …some cards and picture organization

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I am going … to coffee with a sweet friend, to a movie with my sister-in-law, to a friend’s house for dinner New Year’s Eve–all wonderful special treats.
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I am reading … The Devil in the Junior League–it’s what I would call a beach read, kinda funny, a diversion, a quick read.
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I am hoping … Kevin finds a truck to buy before the 31st…
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I am hearing… silence

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Around the house … finding the floors under all the new presents

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One of my favorite things … Burt’s Bees Lemon Butter Cuticle Cream

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A few plans for the rest of the week … Christmas Eve services, Christmas brunch here on Christmas day and the 28th, with Kevin’s and my family

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Here is a picture thought I am sharing~

When Cinderella plays outside…
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Dada’s Date

Aviana went to see a live musical of Snow White on a date with her dada. They had a fabulous time. They both got all dressed up–it could be the first time Kevin has worn a tie in front of the kids.

Aviana was almost three when we were over at a friend’s house. Their dad was leaving for work. “Mama, why does Mr. S have a strap on his shirt?”
A strap, I wonder…”Oh honey, that’s a tie!”

A tie is a very big deal in our house.



Contents of the backpack: Spare crown, a sparkly lid and a colored pencil.
I know, I know, we don’t “do Disney”, but we do accept other people’s hand-me-downs graciously. Hence the Disney. It was to a Snow White play, after all. Aviana came home to tell me Snow White herself told her she could be her understudy.

Little sister needed her picture taken too! We recently switched clothing racks in the closet, so Aviana and Brielle can both see their own clothes. Brielle carefully chose this wonderful ensemble of coordinating cheetah prints.

And we can’t leave out Daddy’s Little Tractor Driver!

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Mama’s Daybook


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My Daybook ~ 22 December

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Outside My Window … Bitterly cold, sun glinting off ice covered branches

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I am thinking … I still need a good present for Kevin

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I am thankful for … layers and warm socks
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From the learning rooms …Christmas, Advent

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From the kitchen …comfort casseroles

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I am wearing …white cotton pants topped with a vintage college sweatshirt (and by vintage, I mean holey and paint splattered)
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I am creating …productive members of society

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I am going … a twice postponed cookie party and the chiro–
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I am reading … The Shack It’s a can’t put it down book, but I had to put it down because it requires thought, instead of just reading straight through like usual
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I am hoping … This is the beginning of a wonderful week
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I am hearing… Aviana singing a made up song to Cadrian, Brielle “making sabetti” and singing Somewhere over the Rainbow, and Cadrian crowing
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Around the house … some serious deep cleaning

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One of my favorite things …warm spots in the house like by the corn stove, in front of a register or space heater, where one can thaw her bones.

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A few plans for the rest of the week …Christmas Eve services, Christmas brunch here on Christmas day and the 28th, with Kevin’s and my family
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Here is a picture thought I am sharing~

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Why is it called

cabin fever when it’s so freaking COLD?! The high today is in the -2 range, it’s blowing snow so even the main roads are getting snowed shut, never mind our gravel road, our lane and driveway.

I pretty much spent all day yesterday sick on the couch, and even though I’m feeling somewhat better today, I’m no less cranky. There is ice all around our windows and it makes for a sparkly God-given decoration, but I also feel like there is ice all around my heart.

I’ve only left the house in the past week to go to my mother-in-law’s and I left the kids with her for an hour while I went to the library. My kids are driving me crazy. Even when they are being sweet and kind to each other and to me, I still feel out of sorts. Mostly though they are fighting with each other and being prickly and argumentative with me. Aviana has been contradictory, and pushing the limits on everything. Brielle is as well, in addition to fighting naps again and then being whiney and tantrum prone because of it. Cadrian has returned to screaming in the middle of the night.

I don’t know how Ma Ingalls did it.

Maybe it has something to do with the “Children should be seen and not heard” philosophy of child rearing. Maybe had something to do with “the woodshed” mentality. Maybe she was an introvert who didn’t mind being stuffed in her one room cabin in the woods while the snow piled over the windows and up to the eaves and the wind fiercely blew down the chimney. Maybe she never missed what she never knew. Maybe she was just a better person and a better mother.

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Funny story

Aviana, coming into the bathroom, where I’ve just applied a warming analgesic pain relief balm (which smells similar to, but not as bad as Bengay): Mmmm…can I have some of that?
Me: Some of what?
Her: Some of whatever you’re eating.
Me: I’m not eating anything.
Her: Then what’s that good smell?

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Aviana, watching me get dressed: Mama?
Me: Yes darlin’
Her: When I grow up, I want to be as fat as you.
Me: Just laughs and shrugs.
Her: Not as fat as you are right now, as fat as you were the day after Cadrian was born.

(and for the record, she does not think I’m fat and I don’t think I’m fat, it’s just a funny story; she has a funny way of phrasing things)

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Brielle likes to pretend she’s “the Mama” and I’m the “teeny-tiny baby”. This means if she pushes my belly button, I have to cry, and when she hugs me, I have to stop. It’s especially endearing when she gives me my “bottle” of Diet Mountain Dew.

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It’s been a big week for Cadrian. Not only did he start crawling (backward, and he keeps getting his legs stuck under the couch by the way), he learned how to raspberry. He loves it. He does it all the time. All the time.

Tonight when he was having a snack, he decided to take a break from nursing and started giving me the raspberry. Now on The Cosby Show, they called giving a raspberry to skin a zerbert, so would this be a zerboob?

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