As you drove away, I couldn’t help but remember, how you used to pretend you were a superhero, and ride around in the back seat of this very same car.
Allow me to interpret:
Ideas for mothers day:
Rose — connected to origami
Poached egg…. maybe
There will be a fifth grade graduation this year — and an 8th grade one. God bless the mother who is willing to put together a video of the enitre fifth grade. She wants three pics of my fifth grader (What day, was it, exactly, that he grew up, she asked with a sting in her eyes.) Tell me, do you remember when I read The Wizard of Oz to him– and he wondered why his eyes were wet?
Or how about the time, I realized I was getting used to him being away at school? Treachery.
I was torn… I had five our six that I wanted to send.. OK — a hundred. Here are my top four:
The process of drying sourdough has been, in a few words — aromatic (what is that smell, that is somehow — appealing?!) interesting, easy and fascinating.
It all started by smearing some of my vibrantly healthy French sourdough starter on parchment paper,and just letting it sit
and literallydry- out
until all moisture was gone,
and I was able to crumble it up into little ziplock bags (quite fun) and send out to those who want a fresh start.
It was that simple!
I saved a small batch for myself — just in case something would ever happen to mine. (Store it in the freezer in a well-labled jar). The rest is about to be mailed to those who need a start.
Now — how do you bring a dried sourdough back to life? Quite simple, really:
When the big boys were little, I took them to a clay class at the community recreation center about once a week. The girl who taught the class was a vivacious Italian, who spoke with a bit of broken English sometimes. She was so delightful, and the boys loved it when she would let them use the potter’s wheel.
She mentioned that she had an artist friend who liked to use fruits and vegetables in her sculptures. To preserve them, she simply brushed them with a couple of coats of shellac and they lasted forever.Fast forward about 12 years later, and I’m ready to try it. I found a bunch of lemons for $1 a bag at the grocery store … I think these would make a nice wreath.
So, I dipped them into a can of shellac, and I’m waiting for them to dry…So far, they are shinny, and gorgeous…
Work in progress….
When the seasons change, bringing new scents, new foods, new routines and new faces. And sometimes there is something different — you can almost feel a change coming through the wind as it shifts. For those times, there is nothing quite like jumping on a swing, and letting go until your feet get grounded again.
Since I started letting my hair grow longer, I’ve been in this constant battle to pull my hair back with something. I’ve been smitten with those vintage button bobby pins on Pinterest, signing with a “someday I’ll make those,” refrain.
Lucky me, the boys asked me what I wanted for Mother’s Day, and it suddenly occurred to me, that the boys could easily make those bobby pins for me!
Turns out, this is the perfect craft for a kid. They studied the buttons, looking for matches, wondering how to make a pattern, and deciding that this button was big enough to stand on its own.
“You know,” I told them, “Many of these buttons came from my Grandma — that one is from her winter coat right there — and others came from my Mom — it really couldn’t be a more perfect mother’s day gift.”They weren’t impressed.
They glued them down, discovering that it was easy to glue the buttons first, and lay the bobby pin on top.
Finally, they were done.
They’re as pretty as jewels…
And, I have a new hair video for you. Watch these videos and enter for your chance to win. Each week, we’re giving away prizes to 3 lucky winners: one grand prize viewer will receive a $250 Visa gift card and two more folks will each receive a $100 Visa gift card! Looking good is its own reward, of course, but this is even better! To see the official rules, click here.
Hair rollers. The perfect hair styling tool — requiring very little styling after you’re done!
Someday, when you have kids of your own, I will tell you this story:
So, you lost your tooth. But you were sleeping out in the hallway, because you were mad at your brother. So, that’s where your blankets and sheets were all set up — like a little miniature campground.
So, how was I to know that the little clinking sound I heard, when I was running the vacuum over your campsite, was not a Lego, but actually was your tooth?
I didn’t realize this until hours later, when you said, “Mom, where do you put my tooth?! It was right here, under my pillow until you messed up my bed!”
Later that night, after you went to sleep, I opened the sweeper bag and went through it until I found your tooth.
I washed it off and presented it to you the next morning. And then, that day, you lost another tooth. So, you put it on the console in the kitchen — I didn’t know this at the time. You also put it with your homework pages, which I sorted through and put away.
Something might have fell on the floor… because later, you stood right in that same spot, and said, “Where are my two teeth?!”
I must have knocked them on the floor when I was cleaning up. And, of course, I vacuumed there too.
I will be going through the sweeper bag, again, soon, after you’re asleep.