Halloween 2013

1 11 2013

Time for a photo dump! First, the pumpkin patch:


This is in the beginning, when I had the color setting on “electric.” Eden found this pumpkin with an eye in it.




Bow ties are cool.


The lady pirate–I made her the belt and we deconstructed the striped button-down shirt into the overshirt she wanted. She’s got some sweet striped leggings on, too, but you can’t see them from this angle.


Colby was super-sonic in this rocket (which I scored at the thrift store for $5).


Rainbow is obsessed (and has been for at least six months) with hamsters. (She’s been wheedling both her dad and me to get her one for her birthday.) So this was my attempt at a hamster costume. I don’t think anyone guessed. Despite it looking rather like a bear with a growth on each cheek, she was pleased with it.


Zack wanted to be the 11th Doctor (from Doctor Who), so I tramped around town looking for a bow tie, suspenders, and a tweed jacket. Do you know how hard it is to find a boy-sized tweed jacket? Let me tell you: difficult. But I found this one at a thrift store and (ba-dum-bum-ching!) altered it myself. I’m not much of a tailor, but I feel like it turned out all right.


Shortened the length, shortened the sleeves, moved the button and made a new buttonhole, moved and small-ized the pockets . . .


. . . and added elbow patches (which is naturally the best part).




Here he is with his sonic screwdriver, trying to light his TARDIS pumpkin.


And it worked!


Hope you all had a wonderful Halloween!

Summer Cuts

9 06 2013

I posted Eden’s new haircut a month or two ago. When Rainbow saw it, she said, “I want to cut my hair like Eden’s!”

I said, “Okay. But I’ll have to get you an appointment.” (It is a style beyond my basic hair cutting skills.)

Then things got busy (was May a vortex of craziness for anyone else?) and I forgot to get her an appointment. Which turned out well, because a couple of weeks later she said, “Nevermind. I just want a trim.”

I said, “Okay. Let’s do it next week.”

Next week never came (I make my kids so crazy sometimes), and Eden was scheduled for a trim. Rainbow said, “I want to come! I want my hair cut like Eden’s!”

I said, “Okay. Are you sure?”


“You changed your mind last time. Are you sure you won’t change your mind again?”

“I’m sure.”

So Rainbow came to Eden’s haircut and we set up an appointment for the next day.

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Voila! Cutest pixies ever.

For the first time, both my girls had shorter hair than I did. Not only that, both of my girls had shorter hair than Zack.



Zack is on the one-haircut-a-year plan, though. And this weekend, he decided, was the time.

That is the before. Here is the after:


How would it be to be so handsome that it matters not the length of your hair?


Of course, we had to stop midway and take pictures.


Because who doesn’t love to imagine themselves with a mullet?


Business in the front . . .


. . . party in the back!

I imagine you’ll all want my number to share in this hair cutting goodness, but I’m afraid the craziness didn’t end in May. Life is just so busy right now I can hardly draw a full breath.


Nine more days of school left. Then we canĀ really party!

My Pet Hoodie

5 12 2012

It has been an interesting blogging year for me.

I have had lots of ideas and lots of thoughts, but not many of those have made it onto my screen, and, in turn, onto yours.

At times I feel like I’m swimming in a giant sea of pork and beans. For the most part, I slog along, trying to keep my head above “water,” and avoiding those slimy pork pieces to the best of my ability. Occasionally, though, I’ll look around and think, “How in the heck did I end up in a giant sea of pork and beans in the first place?”

Anyway, to anyone still out there, who has lasted through my year of pork and bean swimming, I say thank you. I still haven’t figured things out. The older I get the more I wonder if I ever will get things figured out. But you just keep going anyway . . . or, as Dory would say, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming . . .” (That really dovetails nicely into my pork and beans analogy, and I didn’t even plan it. I love it when that happens.)

When I started writing this post, though, it was to tell you the story of this:


(It’s accompanied by puffy sleep-in Saturday eyes and air-dried hair).

I’d been looking for a new hoodie. My old one is lavender (any guesses on the year? I have no clue) and has a hole in the cuff and a stain on the sleeve. I longed for the warmth and convenience of a zip-up sweatshirt without the attending trashy-looking ambiance I was getting from the pastel.

I did not think finding a hoodie would be difficult: every teenager I know has at least one. And I was right; finding a hoodie wasn’t difficult, but finding an inexpensive hoodie turned out to be a sort of quest. $50, $45, and (bless me) $70 are just way, way too much. I couldn’t believe how expensive they’d gotten. I had one in high school with velux on the inside that I bought at CAL Ranch for only $20! Have I really been out of high school that long? (Don’t answer that.)

Remembering CAL Ranch gave me an idea. I headed to my local farm and ranch store to check out their selection. Again, disappointment awaited me. What kind of a farm store WAS this, anyway? I didn’t need a designer Western hoodie, just a regular ol’ sweatshirt I didn’t have to pull over my head. One I could wear outside to garden. Was that so much to ask?

Apparently so.

I finally made my way over to the children’s section, where I found exactly what I was looking for: a Jerzee’s hoodie for $15. Sadly, the only one they had in my size was a bright royal blue. I was looking for something a little more neutral (see note about owning a lavender hoodie, above).

[Insert sigh of resignation here.]

A hoodie and me. Was it not to be?

Of course, there’s a picture up there. Kind of a spoiler for this story of distress. I found it in the most unlikely of places. Sam’s Club!

Now, before arguing about Sam’s Club being the “most unlikely” of places, let me first say that I have never bought an item of clothing for myself at Sam’s Club. For my kids, yes, for baby showers, all the time. There is nothing wrong with Sam’s Club clothes; there is just something wrong with my size. And apparently I’m old enough and finally wise enough to realize that I shouldn’t buy clothes that aren’t my size because when I do that, I don’t wear the clothes. I will not buy clothes that I haven’t tried on. And Sam’s Club, bless them, does not have a fitting room.

BUT–hoodies don’t require a fitting room. Hoodies, by their very nature, are meant to be worn on top of clothing. Brilliant.

I tried it on in the middle of Sam’s Club.

It fit.

It was so soft inside, I didn’t want to take it off.

It was gray (which is the new brown, which was the new black).

And it was $15.

Sold! To the cheap lady with the tired eyes.

I hardly ever take it off. (Even to swim in pork and beans.)

(I’m still not quite sold on that analogy . . .)

Thanks for reading, even when I’m going on about hoodie crises. Bless you. If you’re nice, I’ll even let you stroke my pet hoodie. Believe me, it’s worth it.