Valentine's Day

 He's a heartbreaker alright . . .

We needed an excuse for a playdate so we used Valentine's Day. . .

 

we made Valentine cards

 read Valentine books

 and had lunch with friends

Muriel . . . Jean . . . My Mammy

Disclaimer: I wrote this post almost a year ago and it was too painful to finish. I decided that it needed to be completed and needed to be published.

To some she went by Muriel, to others she went by Jean. To us she was Mammy.

She wasn't a typical Grandmother. She wasn't old. She was young and spunky. She could make anything she set her mind to.

She's made teddy bears, purses, curtains, bedspreads, pillows, watches, dresses, socks, sweaters, headbands. . . You name it she's made it!

I am so thankful for the things that she made for me over the past 27 years.

Like the corduroy jumper she made while visiting us in Michigan when I was in the 2nd grade.

Or the plaid prom dress that I just had to have for my Sr. Prom.

Or the bedroom set that she made out of this random fabric that was accidentally delivered to her doorstep for my room at JMU.

Oh and the teddy bear with my name on the foot, the purse made out of a placemat

The apron that she made me when Jeff and I got married

My bridal bag that she then took apart to use as a pattern to make another (she was always doing that)

The cowl we knit together just a few months before she died

The beautiful baby quilt that she mustered up the energy to finish days before she died.

 

After she died my Mom bought me a sewing machine. She wanted me to be able to create things just like my Mammy did. Sometimes when I sit down to sew all I can think about is her. Usually its because I've screwed up and wish I could take it to her to fix. Sometimes I avoid using it because it makes me sad. Sometimes I avoid using it because I have a complex and I'm afraid of making a misake. Its almost been a year since she's been gone and I still think about her and miss her just the same but hopefully this year I'll muster up the courage to use my machine a little more.

Boston

Wyatt and I were lucky enough to accompany Jeff on one of his real estate trips recently. We debated whether or not to take Wyatt because traveling to Boston in th emiddle of winter is not always the best idea. We decided to go, packed lots of warm clothes and blankets and hoped for the best.

 

 

It was cold, there was snow but it was worth it.

 

Jeff worked during the day and Wyatt and I explored all of the children's museums in the area. We played with puppets, went to aquariums, painted, read books, went to markets . . .

I feel privileged to be able to see so many new sights with my boy!

 

At night after Jeff was done work we enjoyed exploring the city together and even had the chance to grab dinner with one of his friends from highschool.

 On the last day we spent the day at the children's museum in Boston. If you're ever in Boston I highly recommend checking it out. Wyatt had so much fun and there are exhibits for all ages. Here they are pretending to fly an air plane!

We loved our time in Boston I hiope our next trip is a little warmer!

Fruity Play - doh

One of my favorite memories as a kid was making fruity play doh with my mom. I used to make it with my students and couldn't wait until Wyatt was old enough to make it with. Its super easy. Here's the recipe:

 

1 c. flour

1/2 c. salt

3 T veg oil

1 package of kool aid

1 c boiling water

Mix the flour, salt, oil and kool aid first then add the hot water. Knead until dough forms.

 

 

Its funny how scents tend to trigger memories and smelling the scent of the kool - aid packet took me back to a happy place :).

It smells so good and is safe for accidental digestion by toddler or dog ;)