Things I know

When my husband is on the phone with a friend who's wife just had a baby, and he repeatedly says the child's name over and over again. This is what I know, Two Things:

1. He is hoping I will make a baby blanket for them.
2. He thinks his wife just makes the best crafts in the world.

These are my thoughts on the situation

1. I enjoy making girl blankets they are so fun, and easy to find material for, boy blankets are a different matter (this friend had a boy)
2. I should never ever buy flannel no matter how cheap it is
3. I should never ever cut up material before I am ready to actually sew a project
4. I'm mostly flattered by the above situation
5. Especially because I do not make the best crafts in the world
   
6. Luckily for my husband my two month sabbatical on life is over
   

Fathers History

Remember how I said we have pictures to document every father's day, my husband has had, here they are:

Father Day 2007.

Father's Day 2006, remember that blog post about the stupid survey points, yes, I spent months collecting points to get my husband presents for fathers day.

Fancy pie huh, I also made him blueberry muffins that morning. Either he stopped liking them or something because he told me to stop making them.

So I guess I don't have documentation of the fathers day before our child was born, but I made him this shirt. On the back it said Brent's Baby.

Manly Bugs

I've recently started sewing again. I took a two month sabbatical. (I took a two month sabbatical from a LOT of things, including visiting teaching.) Since my sabbatical is over now I have been to JoAnns quite a bit. My son apparently is growing up and some days can be quite pleasant it the store, which I would have thought impossible last fall. A few weeks ago, he was very good in the store, and wanted some of his own material. Since I love material, I had to indulge his wants. Of course he won't always love it because he is a boy and will grow up and learn mommy is not cool, but while he does I will be indulgent. He wanted pink flowers and lady bugs, I couldn't let him do that, at the sake of sounding homophobic-- I try to teach my son gender differences. I found all types of boy material for him, basketballs, dogs, stars (probably not big boy, but was so cute, in a gender neutral way), he wanted none of it, then we found these lady bugs. This is what he wanted:

I found other cute boy stuff and he wanted the bugs, I said fine. I was actually proud they were so manly looking. They look very beetle like, not so cutesy girl. Yellow spots and everything.

He carried the material around for days. He loves it. I was going to make him a pillowcase out of it, but I'm not really sure. He seems to love it so much, a pillow case isn't that exciting. But in actuality he loves the calico pillowcases I've made for him. So he would probably love this one too, if it was in a pillowcase. Although I don't think this is actually calico.
I really have no problem at all, with him liking ladybugs as long as I don't think of that early 90s movie. I think I have found the reason he likes ladybugs so much. He has two experiences with bugs on him, remember the beetle one, didn't turn out so well for him. The other time was before beetles, with lady beetles at the beach in LA. There were lady bugs everywhere, so to see what my son would do I put them on him, he loved it. He started putting them on himself, and carrying them in his hand. I'm sure in his mind, red beetle means safe, black means danger.

My new favorite lunch

Remember the lasagna post. Well I had the noodles for the lasagna I never made, because my son opened the package for me. I realized my favorite part of lasagna is the noodles. When I was a child, I would scrape everything off and only eat the noodles. (My poor mother) So I made this for lunch:

Noodles, a little bit of sauce and a lot of cheese. It is so good, if you have my culinary tastes.
On a side note, I am loving my cheap brand vanilla ice cream these days. Its always kind of a relief when I do and don't have to spend the big bucks on dreyers.
Hmmm, this means something...

I have a dream

One day I will live somewhere with a pantry. And then this won't be in my kitchen.

I will commandeer it for my sewing. Its the same fake particle board wood color, as my desk, so they'll match great. Then maybe I could have some organization, and get rid of all my cardboard boxes full of sewing stuff.