crazy bread night

I'm up for another 40 minutes. Waiting for the bread to come out of the oven. Yep, homemade bread, mmm. Thanks to Kristal for inspiring me to make bread when she talked about making it every Saturday morning. Hmm, thanks or no thanks, I'm not sure. I read the recipe (Dietitians of Canada cookbook, of course) and decided it was so easy, I should just do it tonight. Sounded like a good idea at 7:30, but my eyes are really heavy and I'm wishing I could just go to bed right now. Since I can't, I'm here rambling. Sorry.

I was listening to CBC radio last night. Some guy is just finishing his 50 jobs in 50 States in 50 weeks adventure. It sounded pretty cool so I was listening closely (thank goodness). I thought being a surfing instructor, working at a winery, and other things sounded pretty cool. When he asked what one job stood out to him, I never expected (in fact, I almost fell over) to hear being a dietitian! Seriously? In fact, I feel funny telling this story because I think I must need to replay that and check that fact. He said something about with the obesity issue, its a complex, interesting job (I was still recovering from the shock of what he said, that next line is kind of fuzzy). I always thought my job is pretty cool, but to hear that just made me really happy.

Sunday morning I had a little adventure. After playing with the kids downstairs for a bit, I went up to make us some oatmeal for breakfast. I got it on the stove and since things were still so quiet and peaceful downstairs, I started doing a few other things. Then, it dawned on me that maybe things were too peaceful. When I headed downstairs I saw the front door wide open and the bike that had been sitting in the porch was gone. Once outside, I quickly realized they were long gone, out of our quiet bay. I wished I had time to put some clothes on, but decided against it. Grabbed a sweater and and sandals and went running down the street in my pajamas with my crazy morning hair flying. I headed one way, then decided to turn around and try the other way first. I was worrying I was wasting time going the wrong way. Luckily a kind, old lady stepped out of the house and pointed me down the street and around the corner. Rounding the corner, I saw my 3 and 1 year old in bare feet and their pajamas. One riding his bike and the other one pushing a fire truck. Still running away from me. How far would they have gone if they had the chance I wonder? They both spent some time crying on their beds and Kellen did not get to play with his trucks the rest of the day.

I'll let you know how the bread adventure turns out.

favorites

ok, just one more post tonight (I finally was getting a wack of pics off the camera). Here are just a few random favorites that made me happy.

Isn't it fun how boys want to be just like their dads? Isn't this girl beautiful? And oh, is she ever strong willed and showing a lot of confidence lately. I love the way she struts around.

I really did pick up the knitting again. Here's the second project so far. I'm almost done the second leg warmer for Lanelle. The first one fits great! It is much more relaxing than trying to scrapbook when I'm up late.

combines

This summer Kellen asked me why Grandpa had a combine. When I told him to cut the crop that grew in his field, he looked confused.
K - But how does it get there?
M - you mean how does the combine get to the field?
K - yeah?
M - it drives there.
K - how?
M - on the road
K - oh! (surprised) Can it go super fast??

The conversation came out of nowhere. So, I put it on the priority list to get him out there to see how things work. Once we were there, Kellen was pretty nervous to get on the combine, so I had to ride with him and Uncle Tim for a bit until he would let me leave. Tim said I had better try and see if I could remember how to drive. Kellen didn't think that was a good idea. So, I did just so he could see that mom can drive mighty machines too. Kellen stayed out real late with Grandpa in the tractor with the grain cart. He came in dirty, happy, and a little more informed about the farm machines.

garage sale weekend

This was the weekend to garage sale in town! I had Friday afternoon off and noticed the balloons on almost every street on the way home. So, I found a great case for the small, but hopefully growing costume and hat collection ($1). I asked about the stickers on it, and the lady talked about her trips there, which was very fun. The coolest little coffee set up I think I've ever seen ($3)

And a beautiful tea set ($4)

And that was not all. We participated in a parade this morning (Kellen did really well biking and Lanelle was very happy in her backpack). We were pretty much at the end when I jumped out of line and grabbed a Fisher price art easel that I've been keeping my eye open for. Kellen is sleeping with the big semi truck he got. He told me he loved me tonight. Why, I asked. Because you bought me the best truck! At the rate I was going, I will be planning my own garage sale for this weekend next year to try get rid of stuff!

i'm still here

making: myself tired
cooking: tomorrow - lasagna
drinking: coffee
reading: nothing, sigh...
wanting: more time
looking: forward to the weekend
playing: lots of trucks on the floor
wasting: my last hour of wakefulness
sewing: baby crinkle toys
wishing: i could stop time
enjoying: lanelle singing happy home
waiting: for the washer to finish
liking: the peace and quiet
wondering: if i can find harmony
loving: my family
hoping: to always remember to treasure this stage
marvelling: at the smooth monday morning we had
needing: more time to play
smelling: coffee, mmm.
wearing: my favorite brown shirt
following: my whim this moment
noticing: how good it feels to reflect
knowing: there is always tomorrow
thinking: life is really good
bookmarking: all the crafts I love in a to do file
opening: my cardmaking supplies
giggling: because I choose to
feeling: like I might regret this late night tomorrow