Lately I’ve been getting the urge to make a costume dress.
Whatever for? To wear on the trolley and get my picture taken. [If I ever do this I will blog about it. You can be sure of that!]
Silly, I know with all the myriad other things I could sew.
Still when I go browse the patterns I just want one.
Sometimes I scare my children on purpose - and it’s fun. Sometimes I scare them accidently - and I feel so bad about it.
Today I went to check on my 2 yo daughter during naptime because she was coughing. While I was bent over my 4 yo sat up in her top bunk bed. When I stood up I really scared her. I felt so bad because she was only half awake.
I remember scaring my Mom in the mornings when I was about middle school age. The hallway makes a complete loop at my parents and the stairs come down beside a solid wall. It’s perfect to hide behind and jump out. I’m not sure if it was any fun for her, but I still laugh about it. [Hi Mom! Dad taught me how to do it. ;)]
Now I’m the Mom and my kids want to scare me.
Sunday when I walked through the living room I knew that my son was hiding, but I wasn’t sure where. I didn’t jump at all when he jumped out and shot me with his pop gun, I just continued to the bathroom.
While I was in the bathroom I heard him ask his sisters, “You wanna scare Mommy with me?”
I creeped out of the bathroom and crawled around my sewing desk because I knew they were in the closet. When they started opening the door I hollered “boo!” My 4 yo daughter screamed and laughed all at once.
The 2yo was sitting on the couch and she immediately ran to the closet, “Scare me, Mommy! Scare me!”
Even though her father is not a winner Nicole has a large family that she loves and they love her. When Alice J. Wisler wrote Rain Song she created real characters with humor, pathos, and happiness. There’s even a donkey!
It was obvious that Alice J. Wisler knows Japan and knows what it is to be a missionary child. Here’s a quote from Harrison’s email that really made me think. (I’ve heard this before)
I know my place here — considered an alien because I’m not from Japanese parents, yet so familiar with this country because of having lived here for twenty-six years total. I choose to be the foreigner here instead of the foreigner in America. Many don’t get it, but since I have lived for so few years in the U.S.A., I feel that country is alien to me. I am more familiar with Japan and its customs. It is home.
I felt like it was just starting to pick up speed when it ended. She left it wide open for a sequel.
Here’s the paragraph from the back cover:
Nicole Michelin avoids airplanes, motorcycles, and most of all, Japan, where her parents once were missionaries. Something happened in Japan…something that sent Nicole and her father back to America alone…something of which Nicole knows only bits and pieces. But she is content with life in little Mount Olive, North Carolina, with her quirky relatives, tank of lively fish, and plenty of homemade pineapple chutney. Through her online column for the Pretty Fishy Web site, she meets Harrison Michaels, who, much to her dismay, lives in Japan. She attempts to avoid him, but his emails tug at her heart. Then Harrison reveals that he knew her as a child in Japan. In fact, he knows more about her childhood than she does.
It’s not a stay-up-late-till-it’s-done kind of book, but it’s a nice curl-up-with-cocoa-and-read kind of book.
I have permitted each of my children to have control over their beds. If they allow their siblings on it, fine. If they tell them to get off their bed I back up the bed owner.
They don’t have many things that are strictly their own so I’ve started with the beds.
My second child and oldest daughter has the most coveted bed in our house - the top bunk.
They all love to play up there, and it was a big accomplishment when my 2 yo could climb down.
The other day my 4 yo bunkbed “owner” decided she wanted the bed to herself.
“Don’t get on my bed!” She sternly told her 2 yo sister.
“I’m not on it,” replied the 2 yo from the ladder as she grinned at her sister.
I quietly chuckled as I recalled sitting right outside my sister’s door and watching her and her friend play dolls. I am 7 years younger and would not have played the same, but oh how I longed to try.
My husband is 6 and 9 years younger than his sisters and he remembers doing the same thing. Although He remembers doing it to torment them not play with them.
“I’m not in your room!” (I’m only 1/4 inch outside the door jam, but I’m not in!)
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I’m trying to be more thrifty/frugal and really watch what I spend the grocery allotment for. Same here as everywhere.
One of the things I’ve been doing is not buying candy. I used to get it from the cheap “scratch and dent” store - not from the regular grocery store. I know there are “Candy Nazi’s” out there, but we eat candy here. Please don’t tell the candy police.
Still I think that I can get ingredients from that same cheap store and make healthier desserts. If there is such a thing as healthy desserts. I’m sure there is because if I’m happy my kids will be healthier - kidding!
Plus, they have cake and brownie mixes for one dollar. One dollar for a whole 13 x 9 pan full. So get baking, Jendi!
You can do the same with a regular chocolate chip cookie recipe.
It’s not gourmet, but it’s good!
P.S. If you want fluffy drop cookies mix your dry ingredients separate. My cookies just disappear fast in this house and my kids don’t care if they are fluffy.
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