moments- angel babies first 'fairy ballet' class

Amanda from Soule Mama has just started a 'this moment' post ritual as she calls it. She said, "single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember". I am going to join her.

A pink tutu

The other day I was in Spotlight with my two little sidekicks when Angel Baby spotted some hot pick tulle and immediately asked me if I could make her (yet another tutu). I was able to convince her that a dusty pink might be a slightly better choice of colour.

To make the tutu I took two very long strips of tulle gathered them. I then made a really thick waistband out of white stretchy fabric and sandwiched the tulle between the top and the bottom of the waistband (so that there was no spiky tulle to touch Angel Babies tummy.

She loves it because it sticks out (she has since informed me that her tutus that don't stick out are not tutus), it is pink and she can easily put it on and off on her own to her hearts content.

We are not sure where her little obsession with ballet has come from but she is always showing us (and anyone who will give her a moment) her moves. Some are traditional...

and some are not so traditional.

fairies.

Did you know we have fairies in our yard?

I told her that I thought they looked more like butterflies. She told me that they were actually fairies and that they drank the nectar from our flowers.

Who am I to argue with a three year old who obviously knows more about fairies then I do (I had mistakenly thought they were butterflies)?

She wanted to catch a butterfly. She told me you needed a bucket and some flowers with nectar to get them to come to you.

You then have to hold the bucket to the sky and say, "Here fairies, fairies, here fairies, fairies" in a high pitched voice (because we all know animals and fairies come better if you use a high pitched voice). Today she had no luck.

However she wasn't too worried as she soon became interested in the silent activities of this little man. I wonder what those round green things are he is putting into and tipping out of his watering can?

Tomatoes. Green tomatoes. Green tomatoes that are not meant to be picked until they are red tomatoes. A whole kiddy bucket full of green tomatoes!

Oh well, at least we have fairies in our garden.

"I did it.."

"I did it, oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" (Quoting Dorey in Finding Nemo).
I have sewn my first knit shirt.

I have been putting off stretch knit sewing for a while now (except over locking the edges of a baby wrap but that does not count). I have had the fabric, patterns and needles but not the guts to give it a go. That is until Celebrate the Boy Month started over at Made by Rae and Made. When Dana posted her 90 minute shirt tutorial and talked about how easy it was I was given the last little push that I needed to brave my fears.

I ended up using a pattern from Ottobre 1/09 and a thrifted men's shirt. I added a reverse applique star in the middle. I used a twin needle to top stitch the neck binding and cuffs and used the my machine for the whole thing. Next time (and there will be next times) I sew a knit shirt I will use the over locker and sew more slowly and carefully when I am topstitching in a contrasting colour. Even though it is not perfect I am very happy with my first attempt at making a stretch knit shirt. You know what they say, practice makes perfect.

Tinkerbell and Bobble

We were recently invited to a family members 21st dress up party with the theme being Disney. With our chaotic month I had forgot about the dress up party and on the day of the party decided that we would just go without dressing up. Mr Molly however insisted that the kids would love to dress up so after having a look in my stash and taking into consideration the theme and my time restraints (there was only a couple of hours until the party started) the kids went as Tinkerbell and Bobble from the Tinkerbell movie (Angel Babies favorite movie at the moment)

However our little Bobble would not keep his (namesake)glasses on. Oh well, they looked cute anyway and Mr Molly was right, they did love to dress up (especially Angel Baby).

The Howie

Did you know that there are tons of moustache styles out there and that they have names? I didn't.
Today my brother came over to get some help making a costume for a Disney Dance that he is attending tonight. His character had a moustache and so he needed one. After seeing how fun his moustache looked I decided that the kids needed one too.

Little Man didn't think it was much fun (he is still feeling a bit off and just wanted mummy cuddles all day).

However Angel Baby saw the funny side.

Apparently our style of moustache is called the Howie (I will take their word for it).

The world of male facial hair is a complex one (I even found a couple of blogs dedicated solely to the topic).

Wishing for towels

{Warning- this post contains vomit talk}
Yesterday Angel baby had a tummy bug.
Luckily it only caused her to vomit (alot) without any pain involved. She was such a little trooped just taking herself off to the toilet whenever she needed to. By tea time she was really hungry and wanting a chocolate milk to go with her dinner. I had already made Chili Con Carne. I tried to explain to her that milk and certain foods might make her more sick, she seemed to understand (or at least take my word for it). I think it may have also had something to do with her special dinner of Chicken (bear) Noodle Soup.

Unfortunately the Chicken (bear) Noodle Soup made her sick (a few times). She had one accident early in the evening so when I went to bed I brought her in with us as I wasn't sure how she would manage with a bucket on her own in the middle of the night and I only had one set of single sheets left.
This morning at 2am Little Man had a tummy bug.
I had already been in to settle him twice so I thought he was just having a rough night until I heard 'the cough' on the way to his room and suddenly wished that I had both fed him Chicken (bear) Noodle Soup for tea instead of Chili Con Carne and remembered to put towels by his bed (oh how I wished that I had remembered the towels). Poor Little Man hasn't vomited since he was a baby and I think he was scarred by the whole experience. However when he finally calmed down he was in such a happy mood asking to go in the swing and then trying to help me clean the carpet.
Once the carpet was clean and the sheets in the wash we did a little bed shuffle with the kids and myself ending up in my bed and Daddy in Angel Baby's (as he had work in the morning). I was armed with buckets, towels on the bed and old blankets on the floor (there was no way I was going to be stuck cleaning vomit out of carpet twice in the one night). However I didn't end up needing them and would have been better off with soothing sleepy music and lots of lavander for the Little Man who thought it was party time and insisted that Angel Baby and I join him.
(I don't think I will be having Chili Con Carne for a while)

paper

We have lots of paper.

Sometimes the kids like to draw on it.

Angel Baby draws cute little pictures like this...

After a little bit of drawing (mixed with crayon eating) Little Man almost always ends up doing this...

I went to the local newspaper printer to get some cheap paper for the kids (as opposed going through lots of computer paper). I picked up nine rolls of various lengths (not all for me) setting me back a whole $5! How cheap is that? I kept four rolls for our family and figure that should last us a while. Now I just have to think of lots of fun things to do with all our paper.

'Craving' life to be 'normal' again.....

...not that life is ever really normal when there are young children in the house. However I am looking forward to having a bit more of a routine and order then what we have had for the last month and a half. Between an interstate holiday, a camping holiday, three sets of family on my side visiting from interstate and a death in the family on my husbands side resulting in an impromptu family reunion, to say we have been living life day to day is an understatement. A couple of weeks ago I was noticing how our crazy schedule was affecting the children (sleep, behaviour, mood). Yesterday I noticed how it was affecting me. It is funny how when life is very normal with the calendar empty and lots of daily routine (even though I see how smooth everything seems to flow) I 'need' a break from routine and to get out. Yet in this midst of an extended break form routine when I never seem to be home I crave we crave the routine and the order and the empty calendar (at least for long enough to catch our breath and then we can find a happy middle ground).