The one where she wants to

self-destruct because six inches into a six and a half inch skirt she’s sees that she’s off two stitches in the eyelet pattern on the Brittany Jumper for Susannah.  I kept checking it and checking it but I guess I didn’t do as good a job as I thought.  I’m just not believing this and I know that in the grand scheme, this isn’t even on the radar, I mean, it’s no quake, tornado or tsunami, but still…..

I had all my chicks in the nest this weekend and it’s been wonderful.  We cooked out and I made two loaves of bread and an apple pie.  Now, the main kitchen sink drain is backed up and it’s spewing into the other sink, but we’re all here and healthy and again, it’s not a quake, tornado or tsunami.

Susannah and her Pawpaw –

You know, it’s all good.

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.  Rita Mae Brown



The one where she knows why

it’s (usually) the young people who have small children.  DD and the Papoose have been here about eight hours now and I’m really, really tired.  Totally worth it, but it feels like I’ve run a marathon today.  Now, I’ve never run a marathon but I’m pretty sure it feels like this when you get done. 

Between playing with Susannah and taking her to Yarn Mart to show her off, as she just happened to be wearing her Pinafore dress, I ran to the grocery store and bought the makings for an apple pie tomorrow.  Special order for DD, you see.  Don’t get to baby my baby too often anymore.

This is the Papoose aka Susannah and her friend, June, on a playdate last week.  (Susannah is in the purple).  Precious, precious.

To the soul, there is hardly anything more healing than friendship,  Thomas Moore  (1779-1852)



The one where the pressure

is off re: Snowmaggeddon.  It started snowing about 7 a.m. today and snowed hard for a solid ten hours.  Mr. Iknead measured it about 4 p.m. and according to his ruler, we had about seven inches.  Needless to say, life as we know it has come to a (temporary) skidding halt and will probably stay that way through tomorrow.  Here’s what happened at my house today:  I baked another Topsy Turvy Apple pie and have nearly finished the Quickset socks;  I decided to kill two birds with one stone with the photo today –

and made a pot of baked potato soup.  Very good on this cold, snowy day. 

I took these pictures looking out the front door about 10 a.m.  Amazing –

Hide not your talents, they for use were made.  What’s a sundial in the shade?  Benjamin Franklin (1706 – 1790).



The one where she loses

her car keys, makes an apple pie and finds her keys all in the space of an afternoon.  The pie was a smashing success at the meeting tonight, with the plate pretty much scraped clean.  I knew I had misplaced my keys before I left for the meeting because I had to borrow Mr. Iknead’s to get there.  So, when I got home, I started searching, looked and looked and gave up for the night.  Mr. Iknead came home, asked if I’d found them, and then asked if I’d checked my coat pockets.  He checked and ta da!  There were the sought after keys.  One more reason I love him, finder of lost things.

These youngsters are my kids (minus one who couldn’t make the party), left to right Katie, our DIL, Number one son Jordan, married to Katie and Lindsey, Number one daughter, married to SIL, Clefton.  Blessings all.  The Papoose AKA Susannah was still in utero at time of this picture, I think.

Outings are so much more fun when we can savor them through the children’s eyes.  Lawana Blackwell