The girls are watching Little Women right now and Jo just kissed Frederick at the opera. Chloe made the observation that Jo has now kissed two people: Laurie first, and now Frederick. She then looked at me and said, “She must have a lot of germs, huh?”
When Randi began her Sewing Seeds project, I wanted to participate, but didn’t think I’d have the time. So, in good postmodern fashion, I didn’t commit to the project, but kept it in the back of my mind for Spring Break (which we’re taking right now) along with about 5,000 other things I’ve saved for this very week.
I bought the pattern about two weeks ago and then tonight thought, “What the heck,” and pulled it out. It was no big deal. I snipped, I pinned, I sewed. And then I looked and thought. Hmmm. Something is wrong here. Again in true postmodern fashion, I didn’t follow the rules. I gave the guide sheet a cursory glance. I cut out my pieces. Or did I? I managed to miss the part on the pieces where it said to “cut 2 on the fold” or “cut 3 on the fold” and guess what I did? Cut 1. Yep, I did. And I didn’t notice it until I had the whole thing almost completely done. All that’s left to do is make the waistband casing and insert the elastic. Once I do that, I’ll have a pretty cute, over-sized skirt for Kit, the American Girl doll.
Sigh. So I pulled out another piece of fabric (good thing I have a stash that’s fit to keep me busy in case of a need to escape to a long-term bomb shelter type existence). This time, I *ahem* followed the rules. And I’m almost done with that one now too and it will actually fit a size 8 little girl. So Randi, consider me committed now. I’m putting my postmodern self aside for a few days and saying I will do this and I will follow the directions. And I will get it done. And now, for your laughing pleasure, I present you with my postmodern goof:
I don’t know why I never thought of this before, but I had to wait for Shannon to write about it for me to go, “Duh! So *that’s* what I’ve wanted to do all this time!” You see, I think egg hunts are super fun and the girls all have Easter baskets, but I could never reconcile it in my mind with the reason we observe Easter. Solemn, reflective time on Good Friday, rejoicing at the truth of the resurrection on Sunday, then hunting down colored eggs? How do these things go together again? Nevertheless we’ve done them.
Until this year. Granted, we didn’t go as all out as Shannon did, but we did do the whole egg-dyeing thing last night and then passed out the baskets today and had the big hunt this afternoon. It was super fun and I didn’t feel one bit guilty about it. We explained the change to the girls, who all whole-heartedly embraced the idea as well as our reasons. They enjoyed our celebration of spring and will hopefully be able to have a more reflective Easter.
You might have thought I made a mistake up there with the “s” but really, there was more breaking of our wills that happened to us than the taking of a break. But then, I’m not sure why I was that surprised.
Until 1:30 a.m. This was when Katie woke us up with the sound of explosive vomiting. The only fortunate thing about this was that she was sleeping on an extra hotel blanket on the floor and the mess was fairly contained within the blanket area and not on another sister. But this episode was stuck on repeat for every 45-60 minutes for the rest of the night.
Instead of playing in the water park some more this morning, we just packed up immediately and left for home, which was interesting because Katie was still in the process of vomiting and now Chloe was also joining in the fun. So we cleaned up a significant amount of this all the way home.