Mark likes the little 'spaceship'. That is a scrap from Esme's 'airport' fabric shorts.
Friday, August 06, 2010
Little hexie hexagons
Mark likes the little 'spaceship'. That is a scrap from Esme's 'airport' fabric shorts.
Flotsam and Jetsam Friday
When we were out buying groceries today the cashier asked if Esme was going to school this year. *blink* I think she meant preschool. But I asked her why she asked that and she said she thought Esme was older than she was. We weren't buying any school supplies, either - just food and household things (it's school supply time). Esme really has gotten tall lately, which is part of it. I think she is just going to be as tall as her daddy, perhaps, which would be tall for a girl! She was so happy she got an orange she was talking the cashier up about it and reading something off the produce sticker on it (a few letters I think). That might have been part of it, too. She is getting easier to understand and sounds older now because she is talking clearly.
She was drawing with her marker today and I was typing a letter to my mom to go with a set of photos I had printed. Esme and I traded places. I let her play on the word processor (with the size up to 72 so she could type and see big letters) - and I went to sit on the bed and read the letter for changes. Somewhere during that time I was handed back the pink marker, capped, and asked to put it away. ?? I came back to my computer and there is a little pink circle drawn in the bottom left hand corner of the LCD screen. I should have asked her about that - but I think she was already off to other things and it was washable. Sheesh! I really have to be more careful with leaving her unsupervised with those - and just be glad she was a good girl. Maybe I'll find something else later, though. HA.
Mark is downstairs frying up the chicken to freeze again. Esme is watching 'Secret of NIMH' and telling the mama mouse she did a good job making the 'box' fly (the cinder block that was their house). I hope she naps soon! We did a few things in town today that have needed doing for a while - oil change was a big one.
She was drawing with her marker today and I was typing a letter to my mom to go with a set of photos I had printed. Esme and I traded places. I let her play on the word processor (with the size up to 72 so she could type and see big letters) - and I went to sit on the bed and read the letter for changes. Somewhere during that time I was handed back the pink marker, capped, and asked to put it away. ?? I came back to my computer and there is a little pink circle drawn in the bottom left hand corner of the LCD screen. I should have asked her about that - but I think she was already off to other things and it was washable. Sheesh! I really have to be more careful with leaving her unsupervised with those - and just be glad she was a good girl. Maybe I'll find something else later, though. HA.
Mark is downstairs frying up the chicken to freeze again. Esme is watching 'Secret of NIMH' and telling the mama mouse she did a good job making the 'box' fly (the cinder block that was their house). I hope she naps soon! We did a few things in town today that have needed doing for a while - oil change was a big one.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Ivy
clothes washing and drying, rice made for work tonight, I've been craving rice lately, with salty soy sauce and an egg on the side. Esme is watching her doggie kitty movie and Mark is at the post office. I keep telling Esme that tomorrow is our town day, not today... but she won't believe me. She has a town shirt and shoes on and is sitting by the door watching her movie waiting for Daddy to come back.
She has emptied her memory game onto the bed and is playing with a kitty hair clip pretending it is eating the cards and jumping up and down in them. She has been inordinately loud and prone to running around the house singing 'babababababababa' at the top of her lungs the past few days. It has been too hot to go outside and she just has too much energy to wear off.
I have an English ivy plant that I have kept since my first college year in Fargo, ND. That was about ten years ago now. It was lonely and spindly on a clearance shelf in front of the supermarket bank I deposited my Michaels paychecks in. I felt sorry for it and brought it home to my dorm room. This is actually a 'clone' of the original, a cutting taken and given to Mark months before I decided to move here with him. He surprised me with it after I moved in and we bought a pretty pot to put it in together.
It decided to take a turn for the worst a few weeks ago - and dried up nearly entirely. All of the leaves had gotten sticky and began to wither. I did save another cutting off of it before it finished drying up - and that cutting seems to be doing well in the laundry room but has not yet taken root. I couldn't bring myself to throw away the rest of the plant yet. Last night while I was bathing Esme it sort of sparked my memory in a weird way, almost as if the plant had spoke. I remembered a picture of cutting back another ivy to the woody bits and it regenerating weeks later. It was worth a try and I did that last night after Esme went to sleep. I hope it will work!
The other day Esme spilled a glass of orange juice in her room - dousing several of the stuffed animals. Two of them are in the washer, but her pink rabbit music box I worried about washing that way. We gave it a 'bath' in the bathtub with shampoo. Esme said the bunny was 'peeing' after that .... so we pretended it would pee in the potty and she got to tell the bunny it did a good job using the potty chair. Then I had to convince her putting it in the dyer 'just like Mr.Frog' would be just fine. She is in there with some clothes drying and I hope she will be alright. My mother sent that to her when she was born. She didn't really take to it until a year ago and especially since she has had her big girl bed. She will play 'catch' with her, turning her music box on and throwing her through the skylight of her car bed over and over 'fly bunny! good bunny rabbit!'
Also: last night Esme crashed asleep without her Mr.Frog or her Doddi Bear on the bed with her, and even without the blanket she was given by Miss Leilani at work. In the middle of the night (3 am I think) she is standing right beside me with the blanket in her hand 'tuck in PLEEASE?' It was remarkably, unbelievably cute. She did get right in her bed, cover her toes with the blanket and ask for all her animals... then right to sleep again. Mark says she has 'infrastructure' now ;)
She has emptied her memory game onto the bed and is playing with a kitty hair clip pretending it is eating the cards and jumping up and down in them. She has been inordinately loud and prone to running around the house singing 'babababababababa' at the top of her lungs the past few days. It has been too hot to go outside and she just has too much energy to wear off.
I have an English ivy plant that I have kept since my first college year in Fargo, ND. That was about ten years ago now. It was lonely and spindly on a clearance shelf in front of the supermarket bank I deposited my Michaels paychecks in. I felt sorry for it and brought it home to my dorm room. This is actually a 'clone' of the original, a cutting taken and given to Mark months before I decided to move here with him. He surprised me with it after I moved in and we bought a pretty pot to put it in together.
It decided to take a turn for the worst a few weeks ago - and dried up nearly entirely. All of the leaves had gotten sticky and began to wither. I did save another cutting off of it before it finished drying up - and that cutting seems to be doing well in the laundry room but has not yet taken root. I couldn't bring myself to throw away the rest of the plant yet. Last night while I was bathing Esme it sort of sparked my memory in a weird way, almost as if the plant had spoke. I remembered a picture of cutting back another ivy to the woody bits and it regenerating weeks later. It was worth a try and I did that last night after Esme went to sleep. I hope it will work!
The other day Esme spilled a glass of orange juice in her room - dousing several of the stuffed animals. Two of them are in the washer, but her pink rabbit music box I worried about washing that way. We gave it a 'bath' in the bathtub with shampoo. Esme said the bunny was 'peeing' after that .... so we pretended it would pee in the potty and she got to tell the bunny it did a good job using the potty chair. Then I had to convince her putting it in the dyer 'just like Mr.Frog' would be just fine. She is in there with some clothes drying and I hope she will be alright. My mother sent that to her when she was born. She didn't really take to it until a year ago and especially since she has had her big girl bed. She will play 'catch' with her, turning her music box on and throwing her through the skylight of her car bed over and over 'fly bunny! good bunny rabbit!'
Also: last night Esme crashed asleep without her Mr.Frog or her Doddi Bear on the bed with her, and even without the blanket she was given by Miss Leilani at work. In the middle of the night (3 am I think) she is standing right beside me with the blanket in her hand 'tuck in PLEEASE?' It was remarkably, unbelievably cute. She did get right in her bed, cover her toes with the blanket and ask for all her animals... then right to sleep again. Mark says she has 'infrastructure' now ;)
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Butterflies and more
On my way home I saw a bunch of butterflies on this one plant. I see them there often, but not so many. When I see them I always think how wonderful it would be to photograph them - or have Mark use his camera to photograph them. It was nearly sunset, but as soon as I got in the driveway I asked Mark if he would be apt for a short side trip back with the camera. He got five beautiful photos. The plant is 'joe pye weed' and the butterflies are tiger swallowtails (mostly). The butterflies, bees and wasps seem to think this plant is wonderful.
My sales today were 1/4 of my entire sales for last month. In ONE day. And they told me I had hit top 3 last month in the region... so WOW, guess everyone was having it hard. And this feels like a nice turnaround. I was BUSY today though, at least had some reliable help for most of the day. That was different than Monday, which was also a quite busy day. I work late tomorrow and off Friday.
Sunday, August 01, 2010
Esme's piggy story
This is Esme's story she told me about the piggies. Remember, she is two and a half, so it is very simple. She actually told me this story in the bathtub - so it made more sense there! We had just been swimming earlier and the pigs have been part of our bath toys for a while because they float in the bubbles. I've recreated the background and everything on this table to make nice pictures. The story was just so sweet and I got the great idea when I remembered we had a toy fish in our toybox! In the bathtub one side of the tub was 'work' and the other side was where the baby got stuck on a ledge. The fishy was a hand coming up and eating the pig inside a soap box, which was the piggies 'house where they swim.'
The piggies are a mama and a baby. They live in this house. These piggies swim in and around their house. Swim, swim, swim piggies.
Mama and baby pig in house
The Mama pig swam to work. Baby pig said 'bye bye mama have good day!'
A big fish saw the baby pig and came up to say hello.
The fish went AWMP and swallowed the little pig. It cried HELP HELP! The mama pig saw and heard. She came home. You are HOME Mama Piggy.
The fish saw the mama pig calling 'Baby pig where are you?' She was crying because she could not find her baby pig. I guess the big fish felt bad for the mama pig, because it spit the baby pig back up.
The baby pig was alright! It yelled to the mama pig it was 'alright mama pig'. Then it swam to shore. It had trouble swimming very far. The big fish went away. Go away big fish!
On the way back to his house the baby pig fell in a hole. He could see Mama pig but he could not get out. He called again: 'Help! Help Mama piggy! I'm STUCK!'
Mama pig swam to where the baby pig was.
They walked back home.
The mama and the baby pig got home and ate pie.
(in the bathtub it was bubbles)
The piggies are a mama and a baby. They live in this house. These piggies swim in and around their house. Swim, swim, swim piggies.
(in the bathtub it was bubbles)
Swing Joy, Downfall and Crazy Hair Move
After dealing with difficult, unreasonable customers for two days in a row - I guess I felt the need to do something 'unreasonable' as well. I'm not sure how I made the leap from one thing to the other - but maybe because both were stressful issues. There is also something to the point that customers get to look however they want to when they come into the store yet that says nothing about their personality - it is always the same. I have to wear an apron and always have the same hair and glasses - which is how they identify me. I get judged as a 'young blond girl' often and sometimes male customers will not even ask me for help before a male associate brings them to me and says 'yes - she runs this department.'
Going to a hairstylist is also a stressful situation for me, and a crux point of being able to stay the same or "change" my identity. I hate having anybody wait for me, but won't go alone except once in a blue moon. I hate sitting there waiting for a walk-in before or after work because I either am worrying about getting to work or just wanting to be at home. So anyway, it has been a good long time since I had it professionally done, and took a deep end dive yesterday by buying hair shears and a box of permanent dye. If anybody reading knows me well - they will know just how CRAZY it is for me to do something this big and to do it without a long drawn-out planning process. I'm pretty predictable and 'safe' most of the time. I knew that if I could overcome an 'off the charts' stress like committing to and doing THIS, then the other stress would become almost non-existent in the shadow of it.
It wasn't bad, but it was scary after I had started ;) I have a forum I post on often about Esme and one of the other ladies posted 'in process' pictures of her cutting her own hair. I knew if she could do it - I could do it, too. Esme kept asking me 'Mumum, you alright?' as she saw large pieces of hair fall into the trash can. Mark did trim the very back center for me, since I couldn't see it at all and/or reach it. Then I went the rest of the way and dyed it one shade darker than the original color. Just one shade? Mark asked. He said I should have tried red or blue. That would have caused a 'fix it before you come back again' comment at work.
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