Sunday, May 27, 2007

Eight Years Ago Today

Happy Birthday Ryan!

You help our family to remember to laugh and live in the moment.

Thank you for coming into our lives!

We love you!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

A New Bag!

Pattern by Carolyn Mader
can be found at
I love the way this bag came out. It was the first time I ever lined a handbag so that was a bit tricky. My hand sewing is not very good.
I wanted a fabric that had a cool print but could not find any that would match the color of the yarn. I did find a cool little ribbon to attach the handles.
I wish the bag was for me, but alas...I made it for a silent auction donation. My little guy would like me to make one for his teacher. This time I will buy the fabric first and then match the yarn.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Counting Our Blessings

It has been a long week around here. The husband has been away on business since Mother's Day and won't be back until Wednesday morning.
I was feeling sorry for all of us this morning until I remembered all the service men and women that are apart from their loved ones.
My attitude changed pretty quickly.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Mid-Life Crisis

"It's for the boys! They need to learn to waterski, tube, go fishing!"
Yeah right...the need for speed at age 45!
At least it isn't another woman or a motorcycle!

Tuesday, May 15, 2007


My eight year old got up early today because he has a field trip. He is so excited to ride the bus, be with his friends and hear Tom Chapin sing.
His teacher is going to drop a huge bit of information to his class. One of his classmates lost her mother this past Sunday. Unexpectantly.
I can't be there to hug my guy and tell him that I am hopefully, not going anywhere yet.
It is going to be a long day.

Monday, May 14, 2007

I think it is funny that I live in a house that has been named. The people who built our house were from the South and what they lacked in knowledge of Northeast winters(and constructing a house that can withstand the winters...oh the tales I could tell) they made up for in adding charm to our home.

I fell in love with our home about a year before it was ours. On the days that my oldest would not fall asleep, I would take him for a ride around the lake in the car. Each day I would see our home sitting up away from the road and dream.

Then within three weeks, in a cold and snowy January, all pieces fell unexpectantly into our laps and the house was ours. We weren't even looking to buy a new home at that point. It was probably the one thing that my husband ever did without pondering weeks over the pros and cons.

Nine years later we are still here living in our named home!