Bags and Blankets

Somehow I've managed a few little projects over the last week.  I made these cute, no, cool bags for the boys out of a shower curtain that used to belong to Matt.

 

Each boy got their own.  The shower curtain already had the gromets so the boys just hook one of their grappling hooks through the hole and they are good to go.

I made a taggie blanket for my cousin's baby girl and I just had to make a bag for their little 2 year old boy. They are missionaries and are returning very soon to Africa. I thought the safari fabric was perfect! 

I hope he enjoys stuffing if full of treasures. 

My last project is for this little angel who is being baptized next week.

I'll post a picture after she receives her present :o)

Two more stories

First Dylan:  When he heard about the snow day this morning, being the worry-wort that he is, he said, "man, we better have school tomorrow or we'll use up all our snow days and Strickland will make us go to school in the summer".  Our reply, "Dylan, quit worrying and go have some fun."

Next Grant:  We were all bundled up in the car going to have lunch at Wendy's and Grant piped up, "I sink I'm gonna need my sucking singer."  Lo and behold his hideous gloves had covered up his prize possession, his thumb....off with the glove, in with the thumb.

Two Jack Stories

Story #1: Yesterday, I had Grant go tell the boys that it was a 'no school-snow day' and I heard Jack go to the window and say "Thank you God for all this snow, oh, and for no school." Amen

Story #2: This morning just as I was getting in the shower, Jack plowed in to go to the bathroom (funny how that works) and was giving me the once over and asked where my scar was from having my babies. Last week Nicole was showing Jack her c-section scar and he was sharing his scar with her, so naturally, Jack wanted to see mine. Oh Lord, "Well honey, Mommy didn't have her babies the same way Aunt Nicole did.  God gave ladies.... yadda, yadda, yadda.....and when babies don't have their heads pointed down before they are born, doctors have to "cut" the babies out.  But you came out by ....yadda, yadda, yadda......."  I was in the shower at this point and couldn't see Jack's face (I can only imagine), but heard his reply of, "REALLY?"  Yea, really!  And with that, the door shut and he went back to eating breakfast. Whew, not prepared for that at 8 AM.

One hundred is...

One hundred is
the number of days the boys have been in school (OK it's a little over 100, but bare with me here)
the number of times I hear 'Mommy' in a day
the number of socks my family wears in 10 days
the number of times I've told Jack to hurry up in the bathroom (OK it's way over 100, but you have the idea)
a song Jack sings about while he is in the bathroom
the number of steps I took while hauling Grant up and down the sledding hill today
the number of posts on my blog!

Here's to the next 100!

Haystacks

We received a box full of goodies from Matt's mom today:  There were pop up placemats for the boys:

 

some Valentine pez candy, and a very important recipe.... for haystacks, Matt's favorite candy!

(Sorry it's sideways) It's a recipe from Matt's Grandma Winger (who passed away a few years ago) in her own handwriting.  What a thoughtful Valentine gift, it makes the haystacks all the more special.  We whipped up a batch as soon as we were done with dinner.

They were a hit!