It's Another Special Day

"There may not be something special in every day, but every day is something special."

Today we just kinda played and snuggled this morning because it was cold. I wasn't feeling so good so I was glad she was content to not run around the house like a mad woman. She kept telling me that she was a "man". She'd kinda cup her chin with her hand and tell me "I'm a man and I'm taking all the toys!"

Nana came and picked her up in the afternoon so they could play a while. I took advantage of this time to sew a bit. Today that mostly meant staring at my cutting board as I attempted to figure out how to make puffy sleeves without a pattern. Three hours I sat there… ANYWAY. I think I've got it now!

After Nana brought Em back home, I shared a chicken salad sandwich with her. Afterwards, I gave her a bath, brushed her teeth, and got her ready for bed. We talked a bit about her day and talked about dogs. At 8:30 she climbed in my lap and asked to nurse. She was asleep in about 5 minutes. I cuddled with her a bit and I laid her down at 9. 

Now that I've written two blog posts, I'm going to sew. Wish me luck because I'm not sure my sanity can handle much more confusion! 

A Visit From The Doctor...

"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a Dalek was exterminating, not even a mouse 

The stockings were hung by the TARDIS with care, In the hopes that The Doctor soon would be there. 

The companions were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of cybermen danced in their heads…"

Aaaaaactually…

It was Christmas Eve. My mom and sister had decided to stay the night so that they could be here in the morning when Emmy woke up and saw what Santa brought. Emmy was running around playing with the new things that she had already gotten that night. I was sewing like a mad woman on my embroidery machine. My mom decided to try and lay down with Em to get her to sleep. That's when it all began…

While laying in bed with mom, Emmy heard a noise. Mom told her she needed to go to sleep or Santa wouldn't bring her toys. It took about 2.595969 seconds for her to be in my arms because she was terrified the noise was Santa coming to steal me away. I got her calm and situated in my arms a bit better to where she could nurse and I could sew.

Suddenly, she told me Santa scared her. She didn't want him to come to her house. She was afraid he might hurt one of us. She couldn't go to sleep if he was coming. I didn't know what to do.

Then, I had a great idea! The Doctor could bring her toys!

I said "Hey Em, can the Doctor bring your toys instead of Santa?" Her eyes lit up. She nodded and smiled, never stopping nursing. Within seconds, literally, she was asleep. *Super Mommy Moment!*

So Mom and I welcomed the Doctor in to set all her gifts up. He wrote little notes on her magnetic boards. She loved every last bit of it the next morning and thanked the him over and over.

I just love my little geeky child!

Odd Birds Are Cool

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and what enables you to laugh at life's realities. -- Dr Seuss

 Once upon a time there was a little egg. It was a white egg, covered in tiny pictures of very happy penguins in scarves and snowflakes. It grew and grew, sort of odd shaped, but it's mother did not worry.

One day, the egg began to shake. Mommy Bird realized it was laughing! Slowly, ever sooo slowly... The baby bird popped out!

Mommy Bird was EVER so happy to meet her baby bird, who was dressed only in a diaper. It giggled and giggled and Mommy Bird joined Baby Bird in the "mest". They snuggled together and read a book. Suddenly, Baby Bird jumped up and started flying! Mommy Bird chased the baby on wing through the house. Oh! They laughed so hard!

Finally, the playtime came to an end. Baby Bird was very sleepy. Mommy Bird changed her baby's diaper and put on her pajamas and off they went to bed. Once in bed, Baby Bird nursed and snuggled to sleep. Mommy Bird smiled happily and snuggled down... and closed her eyes and.... Zzzzzzzzz

All You Need Is... Chocolate... and a Sonic Screwdriver.

 I expect chocolate for breakfast. If you don't feel sick by mid-morning you're not doing it right.

-The Doctor Ganger, The Almost People 

Happiness is chocolate. And Doctor Who.

Today we kinda pigged out. Emmy and I went to the post office, the bank, and the fabric shop today. It took us two hours so I decided we needed a reward- Chocolate covered pretzels! We munched on them  as we rode home and the last few snuggling on the couch to get warm again. Chocolate memories are some of the best ones.

I went to the fabric shop today just to buy light blue and white fabric. Well, Emmy saw Mickey Mouse fabric. She turned and looked at me with those big, gorgeous, blue eyes. "Mama... Will yous make me a Mickey Mouse dress?" Of course I couldn't say no. I simply picked up the bolt, shaking my head, and put it into the cart. She wanted her mommy to make her a dress! Melted my heart.  :-D

Tonight were just kinda sitting there, snuggling under the covers when I had a brilliant idea. GET OUT THE SONIC SCREWDRIVERS! I ran to my room and grabbed the two I bought on sale before Christmas. After putting in the batteries backwards then finally getting them back out and back in, we ran around "sonicing" everything. Emmy had 11's and I had 9/10's. I think we drove my cousin a bit insane. You know what though? We don't care! LOL.

Tonight were just kinda sitting there, snuggling under the covers when I had a brilliant idea. GET OUT THE SONIC SCREWDRIVERS! I ran to my room and grabbed the two I bought on sale before Christmas. After putting in the batteries backwards then finally getting them back out and back in, we ran around "sonicing" everything. Emmy had 11's and I had 9/10's. I think we drove my cousin a bit insane. You know what though? We don't care! LOL.

After sonicing the entire house, we'd worked up an appetite. We decided muffins sounded yummy so.... MUFFINS IT WAS. I let Emmy stand on a [sturdy] chair next to me and we mixed it all up and got them in the oven. She is just too freakin adorable when she's all proud like that. Here are pics of us baking:

In the end, she stole the bowl and attempted to eat all the rest of the batter in it. She got a few licks in before I wrestled it away. The muffins were pretty nummy. We all ate one tonight and saved one for a rather delicious, if not nutritious, breakfast. (Emmy can't live without fruit at breakfast, too, though!)

Tonight, I'm going to sew my pretty little tail off. Let's see in tomorrow's post what I accomplished!

"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo. A promise. Don't you leave him, Samwise Gamgee. And I don't mean to. I don't mean to."

“Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

When I was 12 years old, I met one of my longest standing friends. Jadie was a year older than me and the oldest of six children. We both had a passion for poetry and fantasy books and movies. The Dragonlance books really drew us in, both of us reading them then swapping out until we'd read nearly every one. We started calling one another "Raist" and "Tas", our favorite characters respectively.

We were the best of friends but we were complete opposites. As I'm sure you'll see in the pictures, Jadie is a bit more gothic and outgoing where I'm more... reserved. Did this stop us? Never. Our friendship transferred into one we began to compare to Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee. My nickname changed from Raist to Mr. Frodo and her's went from Tas to Sam. Even as the years went by and we didn't see each other hardly at all, we knew we'd be there for each other at the drop of a hat.

Now, Jadie and I are 24 and 23. She has two babies, Rain is 3 and Luna will be 1 next wednesday. I have my 2.5 year old monkey child. We've both been married and divorced/are divorcing. She rubbed my aching feet at my baby shower and I've nursed her daughter for her when she just needed a break. I'd walk through fire for that girl and I know she would do the same for me.

Today we visited them so that I could measure Luna for her "Alice in Winterland" birthday dress. The oldest two ran around and played with a football in a basketball goal while we adults chatted and Luna refused to leave my lap. Watching Rain and Emmy really made me realize we'd come a long way from tales of Huma and Kaz, Aragorn and Arwen, Raist and Tas, Frodo and Sam.

Today, our favorite name to be called is "Mama", we're walking milk cows, and watching Dora and Deigo is a way of life. Keeping our children fed and clean and teaching them to count, say their ABCs, and who the Doctor is (or will be, or has been... wibbly wobbly stuff, ya know) are some of the most important things we can accomplish now... But we'll never forget the girl who we sat back to back with reading, imagined we were elves with while balancing on top of WAY too high things, or giggled with under the covers while dreaming of Middle Earth.

March To Your Own Beat, Baby Girl...

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." --Steve Jobs

It's nearing midnight and what a long, unproductive day it's been. Spent the morning snuggling with Emmy and watching Despicable Me, the afternoon napping and waiting for my ex-MIL come to get Em. She got here late so all I accomplished in the time Em wasn't here was showering and eating dinner. This is totally fine, I prefer her here. I just wished I could have tackled some sewing.

While waiting, I decided to snap some shots of Emmy and our dog Julie. These pics didn't exactly come out so great. The baby has learned to fake smile and Julie is sooo not photogenic. While this was going on, Emmy also grabbed her own camera and started taking pictures. She got a really neat toddler camera for Christmas from the Doctor (Yes, as in Doctor Who. This is a story for another blog post…) and seems to love it. I turned on the overhead light since it doesn't have a flash and let her go to town. Here is a pic of her taking pictures:

And here are the pictures she took:

Tonight when I went to pick up Emmy she sang us a song and played us the drum. Somehow she was able to hit both drums, the cymbal from time to time AND do the kick drum ALL AT THE SAME TIME. I couldn't do it! That's talent, ladies and gents. Here is her solo:

Emmy Jamming Out

She's growing up so fast and I am absolutely LOVING getting to know her better. She's so brave, strong, curious, beautiful, spunky, and smart. She's not going to be fantastic, she already is.

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Well, now that it's PAST midnight and all the hershey kisses are gone, I am going to eat another (healthy) meal and read a bit before bed. Yay for mommy time!

Time Is Precious- So Happy New Year

“There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish; The thing is to do as much as you can in the time that you have”

Charles Dickens

 Yeah, yeah, yeah… It's after midnight. I had a hard time getting Em to sleep after she slept in mom's lap from 6-7 tonight though. Now I'm sitting here drinking roobios hot tea out of my Yoda "tea goblet" and eating melted hershey kisses. There goes my diet… ANYWAY!

I decided to take part in the 365 photo project this year. I (Mama Horse) took my first photo tonight as Emmy (Baby Horse) and I were fixing an "EMERGENCY!!!" An emergency involves lots of hammering, flashlights, and taking the screwdriver to the sofa in an attempt to… Until Emmy says stop, actually. That can be a looooooong time. Then, Baby Horse rides on Mama Horse's back to the other side of the room and eats cheese and sleeps until the next emergency. We did this for oh…. 3 hours. My knees have rug burn from crawling around. It was worth it. Here is her grinning, gorgeous face:

I announced my new shop (Mommy Is A Nerd) to my Facebook friends today. I really can't wait, it's going to be so fun. Girls Of Graceful has been very good to me but I'm just not all girly like that. Nerdy, I'm that to the core. I also got my first order and completed by first item for the shop of the year. Here is a pic of Emmy's Valentine's Day skirt:

Nerdy enough? Plaid and an 8-bit heart. How awesome??

Well, now  I'm going to go snuggle in my bed with my girl and read The Night Angel by the light of the flashlight app on my kindle. Goodnight!