Quilting Up a Storm
We had a very long weekend here at Chez Possum. I joined a Round Robin quilting group on LiveJournal and my block is just about over due. I’ve not had any time with my sewing machine thanks to vacation and company, so it was a do or die situation this weekend. Mike doesn’t understand my quilting hobby at all and I’m not sure I can blame the boy. The curse words were flying and my frustration levels were at an all time high on Saturday. My brain was mush and this ugly freaking block was the best I could do.
It was much too embarrassing to send out, so I had to spend yet another day as a slave to the sewing machine today. Things went much more smoothly thanks to a new bobbin and some better color choices, and I’m very proud of my new center block. Yay!
Luckily it wasn’t all doom and gloom yesterday. My best friend from college is on Facebook and is always telling me to call her. Problem? She never answers her phone! I’ve been trying to get a hold of her for at least a year and yesterday she finally called me back! Have I ever mentioned that I am the worst person ever at keeping in touch? We were best friends for two years and I haven’t talked to her a single time since 1996. We simply must do better. She wants to go to Vegas together, but I don’t think I’m up for that. She always was something of a wild child, but I’ve never enjoyed drinking. Maybe we could go to a salsa club and I could dance. Not that I’m a good salsa dancer, but I totally love it anyway. Do you think Latin Cardio style salsa would differ from the real deal? I’m thinking I would make a complete ass of myself.
Yesterday I discovered that my computer has a card reader so I no longer have to find the cord every time I want to download pictures. DUH! I’ve only had this computer for two or three years. I so smart, I am. I was really sad to see that we barely got any pictures from the Swedish Invasion and I seriously doubt they will share their pics with us. They were showing me pics from their vacation over a year ago. Still on their camera. I don’t think they are big on the picture thing like I am.
I was telling a couple of people that Mike’s niece is his total young, female twin. It is almost scary how much they look alike. They were sitting next to each other at dinner one night and I should have taken a picture. I couldn’t stop staring because they are so identical. She, obviously, is more feminine and young, but the features are uncanny.
Here’s one of the only good pics I got of her:
And here’s a pic of the Mikester for comparison:
Are those Possum genes strong or what? I guess I know what a girl will look like if we ever have one. My SIL says Erik looks exactly like her oldest son did when he was a baby. Will Erik grow up to look like this?
It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen to Mr. Lady’s Man Social Butterfly.
We took him to the nice park tonight and it was full of little girls that he chased all around. I’m afraid Evelyn is probably going to be out of the running for my daughter-in-law because he prefers lady’s at least two or three years older than himself. Really, he prefers their parents. That kid can talk up a storm to just about anyone he meets. I’m really happy he’s so social, but am never sure what to do when he starts jabbering with an adult.
Also, what am I supposed to do about his peeing habits? Suddenly he wants to pee on or in things. Blankets, bowls, his Halloween pumpkin (which is his favorite and most versatile toy oddly enough), the big toilet (he’s way too short), piles of clothing. . . whatever. He’ll just drop trou and go if we don’t catch him at it. I probably didn’t help matters at the park, much. The bathroom was so disgusting that there was no way he could sit on the seat. It was covered with stuff. I contributed to the disgusting levels by holding him over the sink and letting him pee there. Give me my mommy of the year award now, please.
Ok. Off to bed for me. We are doing a full scale weaning attempt, which means I get to sleep in the guest bed all by my lonesome while Erik and Mike share the big bed. It seems to be working to some extent, but that kid inherited every scrap of stubbornness ever leaked into the Possum clan. I did not plan on co-sleeping and nursing this long, but that’s just how it has worked out. Honestly, though, I can’t complain too much. He’s one of the cuddliest kids I’ve ever met and I love that. If this is the price we have to pay, I’m willing to pay it.