Settling down

Misty River Morning - photo copyright 2005

One of the things I love at night, is the sound of my son settling down at night in his bed. After I sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and a few odd verses of Lean on Me that I love (lean on me, when your not strong, and I'll be your friend .. I'll help you carry on.... Just call on me brother, when you need a friend, cause we all need someone to lean on)... I dont know if those are the "right" words to that song .. but it fits perfectly. Like, for Sunshine we always sang You Are My Sunshine each night ...and she was certainly our Sunshine. And Happy is our little Twinklin' Star ...and I hope he always knows he can call on me/us!

I'm rambling...

So, after I sing (wouldnt THAT have been shorter to say!)..... and I leave his room.... Happy will lay on his tummy in the dark and start talking softly. Some nights it is only a few minutes of talking and sometimes it is 15 min of talking! I love to have the baby monitor on (yes, he's 2 and I will use that monitor in his room until he's old enough to move it out himself ...and then I plan on disguising it and putting it back!).... anyway. I love to listen to him talking. He talks softly and has serious tonal inflections .... up and down, highs and lows. Sometimes I can understand what he's saying and other times I just hear the sound of his little husky toddler boy voice. It soothes my soul to hear him settling down and talking about his day. He sounds content.

Maybe we should all do that to settle down? At what point in life did we stop doing that, and started laying in bed in the dark and our thoughts whiz through our heads keeping us awake for hours? What if we just spoke out loud about our day, our feelings ...... and then close our eyes and go quickly to sleep? What a difference that may make!

I wonder if I would ramble during my settling down talk?

Progress

I've gotten five sets of 9 patches completed. I have some mismatched pieces left that I'll try and put together some way .... but there should be enough of the black polka dot to use as center pieces to pull it all together.

Sewing is relaxing. It's like therapy ... my hands and mind keep busy, and I make something pretty and useful at the same time. I mean, I could keep my hands and mind busy doing .... well .... I'm sure there's other things to do to keep my hands and mind busy and be productive at the same time. I just cant think of it. My mind's been too busy.

Men and their toys

You certainly dont want to get in the way of men and their toys.

For instance:

My son and his new train track ....

Or my brother and his train....

Boys and their toys, gotta love it.

Seeing dots

I've decided on this 9 patch pattern for the polka dot fabric. I'm going to try and have a black polka dot in the center of each 9 patch and then use a black fabric for a border or binding. I'll have a white square between these blocks.

It'll be bright and cheery .. just what I like.

Happy boy had a great 2nd birthday. He loved his presents, the cake, and the special visits from family and friends.

And I enjoyed watching him be a little big boy. Its fun to watch him grow.

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I have polka dot fever. It's bad, I know. It has a mind of its own ... and obviously wants to be orange. Do these colors go together? Not really ... are they all the same intensity? Mediums? (well, except for the black which is definately my darks) .... Can I pull all these together into one quilt that wont burn someone's eyes??

We'll see.

Happy turns Two tomorrow. I can't wait!

Transformation!

"I'm turning Two ... what's it to you?"

You remember the sweet little boy of whom I sang the praises of for his wonderful year .... the boy that Santa bestowed good presents for?

He is turning Two.

The Transformation has begun.

Let me share with you the dreaded signs of Transformation To the Terrible Twos!

1. Tonight, while sitting on the floor watching Shrek Two .... his pointer finger was in his mouth and he was sucking it loudly. I say "Case, what are you doing!!?" (he's been so good at not putting his hands in his mouth for months!). To which, Case turns around and tells me "Eating.". I say "What are you eating??" (fearing that he would say boogers) ... but instead Happy says "Breakfast!" Then sticks his finger in his mouth and continues "eating". Hey... at least it wasn't boogers!

2. Tonight while Happy was sitting in the bathtub playing with some bath toys ... he suddenly scoonched (yes, that's a word) down in the tub, spread his legs apart a little bit ... looked down between his legs and proceeded to watch LOTS of bubbles float up from under his booty. Yep.... he took a Fart Jacuzzi and never even said Excuse Me.

See, the transformation to Two? It's a good thing I'm ready to handle it ... after all, haven't we all had a Fart Jacuzzi at some time or other? ha!