Naughty Naughty

The other day while driving in the car an unsavory smell came wafting through the vents (think: sulfur). Maggie piped up in the back seat, "Ew, mom! It smells like someone's bum!" I quickly told her that she was not to speak like that, did she ever hear Cinderella or Belle talking like that? Didn't she want to be like a princess?

Cash's response: "Mom, princesses poop."


Heaven help me. Seriously.

Summer of Skirts

I was going to complain some more about my swollen mouth and my lack of enjoyment when it comes to eating (I'm actually sick and tired of pudding and ice cream- can you believe it?) but instead, how about I show you a skirt I made out of some vintage bed sheets! I've decided that this is the Summer of Skirts as far as Maggie and I are concerned. We are going to wear skirts all summer long. And the funnest part of this little scheme? I plan on making most {all} of them. I have yet to make a single one for myself. Maybe that should be my next goal: skirt for self. I have several other vintage bed sheets- perhaps I'll make myself a skirt from those... think about it, clothes from bed sheets means you feel like you're lying in your cozy bed all day! Brilliant!

Inspired by...

...Misha Lulu, an adorable children's clothing line. Despite the drug-induced lethargy, I decided to try my hand at crafting Maggie some summer shorts using this beautiful asian-themed fabric. I also ended up appliquéing an old, stained t-shirt (appliqué over the stain, and voila! New, "clean" shirt!). Anyway, what do you guys think of the shorts? I thought they turned out kinda cute, like little bloomers.



P.S. Don't mind the bandage on Maggie's arm. She was injured while helping me make some dinner on St. Paddy's Day. So much for any Luck-o'-the-Irish, eh? It's a 2nd degree burn, but we had the doctor check her out and we're currently using a special burn cream on it. What with that and all my meds, we're like a veritable hospital around here!

growing on me...

I'm not sure how much more swelling of these cheeks I can take. In the meantime, Ben sure is envious of my manly jaw.

I survived...

Now, whose cheeks are bigger?



p.s. I'm trying to smile in that there picture.

Wise and Otherwise

INT. BATHROOM -DAY

KATHRYN stands in front of her bathroom mirror, doing her hair. She is young, twenty-something, the mother of three angelic children, and she is a real knockout. Her somewhat good-looking husband (BEN) walks in, mischievous smile on his face.

BEN

Hey, honey, guess what?

KATHRYN
(yelling over ROAR of hair dryer)

What?

BEN

You're getting your wisdom teeth taken out on Friday!

KATHRYN
(turning off hair dryer)

What???

BEN

Yeah, I just made you an appointment with 'Wisdom Teeth Only'.

KATHRYN
(looking very pale)

This Friday?

BEN
(nonchalantly)
Yeah, this Friday... don't make any other plans between 12:20 and 2 o'clock, 'kay?


[Deafening Heart Palpitations, Close-up of KATHRYN's brow, covered with beads of sweat, KATHRYN's hands, gripping the side of the bathroom counter, knuckles turning white]

BEN

Uh, hun? Are you crying?


END SCENE

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Yeah, that's right, peoples. I'm getting my stupid wisdom teeth taken out on Friday. After Ben lovingly delivered the news to me, I went in to the office to do some bona fide research by typing the words "wisdom teeth" into Google Images. Bad idea. When you do that you get some weird pictures like this:


photo via here

And some funny ones, like this:

photo via here

And some scary pictures like this:

photo via here

Why the heck are the ends of those teeth CURLED?!? What is up with curly teeth? How does a dentist extract barbed teeth from a jaw? Do I want to know? Probably not! And probably! I'm being sedated and that does nothing to alleviate my fears. Sadistic dentists slashing away at the tender insides of my oral cavity whilst I am asleep and supposedly dreaming of cotton candy and pink ponies still means I wake up to a jaw full of holes and cotton gauze (gag). I also will wake up to a husband and 3 kids whom will probably want steak and potatoes for dinner. And speaking of dinner, what does one eat post jaw excavation? Well, according to this lovely little Wikipedia page, I can eat canned tuna pureed in the blender, breakfast cereal made soggy with milk, and vegetable juice (aha! the perks to oral surgery!). Oh wait, it also says I can eat milkshakes. Good. So I can slurp up an extra 15 pounds while I'm recovering. I can see me now, sitting on my unmade bed, wrinkled t-shirt, hair disheveled, glassy-eyed from the pain meds, maybe a little drool glistening on my bruised and swollen jaw, and clumsily sucking on a chocolate-tunafish-cheerios milkshake. Who wants to come over for dinner at my house next week?

The Seed

A tiny seed, a patient hand,
A bit of earth and nurturing land.
Each day, continuing it's fight,
The seedling pushes toward the light.

With watchful eye the gardener tends,
Upon his care the seed depends.
Day by day the seedling grows,
And then, at last, becomes a rose.

We must ourselves be like that seed
And trust in God for every need.
Then day by day our faith will grow,
From that small seed that we must sow.

Acts of kindness, service, love,
Bring us blessings from above,
Help us through our daily strife,
And let us know the rose of life.

~Kathryn A. Quinn



Maggie and I planted some seeds for our garden (we're trying to get an early start) and as we've been watching them "wake up", I've been thinking about this poem I wrote back in high school. So, enjoy this little photo and poem, both of which make me excited for Spring.

Multi-tasking

A while back Ben and I discovered that dry-erase markers "work" on mirrors. As in, they erase off the mirror. Ever since then our bathroom mirror has always doubled as a message center of sorts... love notes, grocery lists, reminders, etc. Lately we've been trying to write down things we're grateful for every morning- Cash is always grateful for food and Jesus.

Tonight we had an impromptu lesson on outer-space, rocket-ships and astronauts all while brushing our teeth! You had no idea bathrooms had so much potential, now did you?

Day of Rest