Egg dyeing

We now have an egg dying tradition of getting out masking tape and small blades to create resist designs on our Easter eggs. We each need a very special egg with which to pacque. Phoebe and I worked on our special eggs. She chose a female Pokemon Pikachu for her design and I went with my tried and true Crawfish/Hot Sauce.


This next photo shows our eggs with the masking tape applied prior to dyeing.

After some serious bath time, my egg is sporting nice, tight outlines and a rather close color resemblence to Tabasco:

The opposite side of my egg had the bottle design. Some brush strokes with green and we're ready to hit some eggs!

I can't say enough about vinyl gloves for this activity. Too many years have seen me with nasty nails and dyed dry skin for days. As for our two champion eggs, they remain in the fridge. We still can't bring ourselves to mess them up just quite yet.

Fuzzy Cadillac

Check out the fuzzy dash at Silver Creek.
Years ago we lived in a shotgun with a parking lot next door. A young man's Cadillac had broken down and he was fixing it in the parking lot. He dropped out the gas tank (yes, in the parking lot), but couldn't finish that night. Shortly after leaving, the car caught on fire. Why is this pertinent to the fuzzy bug?
This Cadillac was covered dash, steering wheel, head liner, seats, doors-everywhere-in white fuzz. Including white fuzzy dice and it all turned into little, black clumps. I felt sorry for the guy, but that was some seriously funny looking melted fuzz!

Diaper Hunt

The Great Diaper Hunt begins!
WHAT?!?
Yes, there is an internet scavenger hunt amongst cloth diapering businesses called the Great Diaper Hunt (think of some booming voice). You sign up, get a list of participating businesses, search their sites, find cool cloth and sewing accessories, locate the owl icon, submit your find and hopefully win BIG!
It is a promotion for cloth diapering. Here is my promotion: I love my cloth diapers. I still need a few more accessories to go 100% cloth as I put a disposable on her when we are out and about (go ahead, wag your finger). Mainly, some killer bamboo or hemp terry. I hear the stuff absorbs!
So, good luck in your hunt. Hey, if you don't have a child in cloth diapers, you can still win! There are always little artichokes that need 'em.

Renée Sticking Out Her Tongue

I stuck my tongue out at Renée and she stuck her's right back at me!
Boy, children these days get attitude early, huh? ;-P

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Glass Dharma

Welding month

Look at that! Strange in San Antonio found a banner for welding month just in time for our MIG welder purchase. We haven't found the right machine yet, but when we do-WATCH OUT! We got plans.

Oh no! Finding her thumb

So, here I am wondering if I should continue to encourage Renée's use of a pacifier or give in when she uses her thumb. My sister sucked her thumb and revealed her inner grossness that she ever did that. You know, the whole thing about how "you don't know where that's been!" She learns mostly with her mouth, isn't it okay for her to know her thumb personally?

She is developing rapidly in some areas and so slowly in others. Her little reflux issue has somewhat resolved, but it is like we are back to square one with tummy time! Physical development is slow-she could care less to even attempt to roll over. It is all groovy since each day is something a little new, but I am finding it difficult to keep up! Seriously! She is only 4-1/2 months old and I get plum tuckered out! What is going to happen when she walks?

Okay, there is some exaggeration there, but also some truth. With all the EC, teach your baby to read, interact and sing, introduce music, tummy time, colors, shapes, PBS, belly sugar, if I don't utilize every second to expand her sponge-brain, am I a bad mother? Visions of her graduating from Harvard Magna Cum Laude, yelling at me that she could've gone Summa if only I had taught her more words by the time she was 5 months old haunt me! Oh, the horror!

Puh-leeze! I am getting over it. I have so much time with her and don't want to miss any of it. What do I do? Create drama so I capitalize on every second. I am entitled. Phoebe is 8 and those years have gone by in a whirlwind of pink, purple, and now blue as she learns to ride her bike. It is all good.