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Mother’s Day Weekend Recap

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  • Sleeping in
  • Cleaning and lots of Laundry
  • Shopping excursion where my patient and thrifty ways landed me with the three pairs of shoes I’ve been looking for on super sale.  I had looked for new boots for over two years, my work shoes were completely worn through on the insides and my cheap red shoes were well, cheap red shoes and the clearance rack off the outlet store rewarded my patience.  I came home to throw out or donate everything they were replacing (my old boots were almost 10 years old) and I won’t need to buy shoes for a long while – making do at it’s finest.
  • More errands
  • Dinner out with husband, baby and mother.
  • Quite evening home
  • Woken up to Mother’s Day presents – flowers, a card that was hilarious and heartfelt at the same time, and two pairs of earrings from my favorite jewelry store – Target (you know… Tar-je)
  • Church and lunch
  • Home to another present – a replacement Ipod dock set up next to my bed (replacing that one that broke two years ago) and a garden underway
  • Spent the afternoon prepping garden and pruning the pear tree with lots of iced tea and cheese cake breaks
  • Inside for leftovers, baby cuddling (which really happened between every bullet), a warm bath and more cheese cake

Reflections On My First Mother’s Day

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Ten reflections on my first foray into Motherhood –

  1. Another persons bowel movements have never been so interesting… in fact very few bodily functions have ever been so interesting.
  2. Some how my days are slower and busier at the same time.
  3. Everyday, whether it was good or bad, feels like an accomplishment.
  4. I feel an inherent need to finally improve on those “little” things so my son will have a good example to follow.
  5. I find myself wondering what on earth I was doing before that was as important as this.
  6. The phrase “A woman’s work is never done” is really true – whether stay at home or working mother, this is our battleground, we were made for it – so suck it up buttercup this is your duty.
  7. I will use any excuse to make a funny face or noise.
  8. Every plan I think of is with him in mind first, myself second without realizing it.
  9. I’m so glad I had a boy first – I love dinosaurs, robots, dirt, tractors, etc. – I’d love them just as much if Henry was a girl, but this way people don’t look at me as funny.
  10. Somehow I suddenly know every lyric to every Disney movie I’ve ever seen – Aladdin, Snow White, Mary Poppins, Mulan, anything – some how I know them all again.

Proof of #7 or possibly # 10

Pardon me, “Part of Their World” from “The Little Mermaid” just came on the Pandora Station and I’ve got to give it my all.

Molly Makes…

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The best part of Making-Do is the making part.  Figuring out how to turn something you love to do into something better for you or those around you.  For me I love that I can turn my hobbies into something useful, it helps the cheap and miserly part of brain relax a little when I know that what I purchase for a craft will eventually become something wearable, gift-able or usable.  I have quite a few projects to share, and have been having great fun making things for my little boy, but right now I’m going to rewind the clock back to Christmas 2009, or as I like to think of it “Make”-mas 2009.

Because of my jobs yearly schedule I had November, December and January completely free.  Before you start seeing red please let it be known that they kindly gave me this time off free of any sort of paycheck.  So with my ample free time I decided to go all out with the Christmas presents that year.

Now this wouldn’t be appropriate if I said I ran out and got all new supplies, rather I dove deep into things I had – leftovers and notions from unfinished or abandoned projects.

Hand – Cross Stitched “Noel” Decorative Pillows with Felt Backs for the Grandmother-in-Laws

Wool Felt Bird Ornaments – My Own Design –

One set for my Cousin and her New Husband and One set for my Aunt and Uncle

Ben said the grey birds looked evil because of the red french-knot eyes.

I said I didn’t ask for his opinion.


Lots and Lots of Knitting –

I owe you a clearer picture of these later and that last hole is stitched up – but these are the hubbies WWII Era Pattern “Trigger Gloves”.

Made with this Amazing Purl Bee Pattern “Simple Pleasures Hat” for the Best Friends New Hubby.

The Montse Beret for the Best Friend to Keep Her Warm Up By the Lake

The Meret Beret for my Mother in Law

And Another “Simple Pleasures Hat” for my Father in Law

A run down of my materials and expenses –

Noel Pillows – Purchased the pattern from a local quilting store.  Fabric, thread, wool-backing gifted to be from my mothers de-stashing of her own craft supplies  (she has a side business selling her craft-wares)

Felt Birds – My own pattern and design, felted wool (recycled from skirts and sweaters) and thread also from my mother de-stashing

Knit Hats & Gloves – Patterns were all free!  Purchased yarn for the pink hat and black gloves from local yarn store, the rest were made from leftovers from past projects.

Overall nothing store-bought, nothing expensive all from the heart and (especially the knitwear) appreciated and used!

A Make-Do Easter

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Our first Easter with Henry was quite monumental.  At least it was for people who didn’t get out much before having a kid and get out even less now.  We made to and through Church (a new church we’re trying out in the hopes of a fit so we can good ol’ Megamind* baptized), traveled about 20 minutes out-of-town to eat lunch with the in-laws and back home to spend the rest of the afternoon with my family, particularly my cousin and her little boy who’s almost an exact year older than Henry.

It was a good day, a great day even.  Henry was a gem and his cousin even shared his toys with Henry, which to a one year old means throwing (gently) bath toys at his cousin and both of them staring perplexedly at each other.

However it was also my first time as a parent on a traditionally gift-giving holiday.

Oh gifts, I have such a love/hate relationship with them.  They can bring such joy, but let me climb on my soap-box for a moment and proclaim that most people seem to go overboard.  So overboard they end up on an entirely different ship, half way across the word.  I saw friends and relatives posting pictures of their kids Easter baskets days ahead of the day filled with stuff… just stuff.  Tons of candy, toys, clothes, more toys and then the kids went to Grandma’s only to get more of the same.

Call me cheap, call me a miser I don’t care in my mind it’s too much and it means so little when the day is done.  So I set out to make Henry’s first Easter a little different.

Of course I knew he wouldn’t remember it, etc., but I don’t deny my holiday gift giving urges completely. So I won’t deny I didn’t get a couple of things from the store – however we received few to no toys for Henry at his party (we had a meet the baby party instead of a pre-baby baby shower) and he was in need a few things to play with.  But other than that I headed to the basement to the boxes of stuff my mother has been nagging begging, no nagging me for years to go through and found the rest of Henry’s presents.

In the end he had a nice sized basket, you can see the three new toys and set of pacifiers.  The rest is as follows

  • Book of Peter Rabbit stories given to me by my Grandfather (now deceased)
  • a Wooden Rocking Horse Toy given to me by my other Grandparents and made by a friend of theirs… this toy was enjoyed by Henry’s cousin too.
  • A couple stuffed animals of mine
  • A pair of baby moccasins in perfect condition
  • My Star Wars – Return of the Jedi Baby T-shirt
  • A Pysanky Egg given to my family by a Ukrainian Grad Student my Dad worked with
  • And (below) the most important… my bunny, my favorite stuffed animal was passed on to his new owner

And do I have things already pegged for future Christmas, Birthday, Easter, etc. re-gifting… you betcha!

p.s. And the rumors are true I fully intend that one of Henry’s Christmas presents this year with be a cardboard box full of torn up wrapping paper.

I’ll just have to make sure it’s small enough that his Daddy doesn’t try to use it as a transmogrifier or a rocket ship.

p.p.s I totally lived 20 minutes away from the town that the Calvin and Hobbes writer lives in and the town looks like every snow-day in the woods panel in the comic during the winter.


*yes, I’m a mean mom who gives her kid silly nicknames because of his 17+ inch in circumference cranium… what can I say the kid has big brains!