Kissyface

Quick shot of me and Seraphina. She's on a diet so she's always in a cranky mood. I know how she feels.

Cold Comfort

Yesterday we had our second snow day of the year. Dax stayed home too. While Dax did the fun stuff like building a snow slide in the front yard and taking the kids sledding, I did the semi-fun stuff like going for a walk with Mazzy to bring home Subway for lunch, and making beer bread. (bum knee is really messing with my winter fun!)

So here's a quick shot of me I took while I was starting the beer bread. Then I realized that it might be more fun if I took pictures of the process and included those, but I got distracted and am left with only the first shot.

Beer bread is super easy and super yummy! All that's in it is 3 cups of self-rising flour, 3 tablespoons of sugar, and 12 oz of beer. Mix it together and bake at 350 for an hour. Sometimes I make it three or four times a week to go with dinner. We have a kegorator so plenty beer on tap!

Color

I pumped up the red in my hair just a little bit this morning. I think this is probably the most "natural" red I've ever had. I really like it!

What's funny is when I compare this picture to my others, it barely looks different at all. It's redder; I swear!

Birthday Blog!

I turned 39 yesterday. I had a really nice day. I woke up to breakfast *almost* in bed (I was on my way downstairs as Mazzy was on her way up), of sunbutter on toast and skim milk, with a pretty pop-up card...

...had a great lunch with the BFFs...

...and finished off the day with homemade chocolate cake. Yum!

Happy Birthday to me!

Snow Day!

Oddly, we haven't gotten much snow this year, so we were really excited to finally get some! Of course the kids are out of school this week anyway, so there was no official "snow day", and it wasn't enough for that anyway, but it was fun! It was nice just being outside for a good stretch of time. I haven't done that enough lately.

My Mother's Daughter

My mom taught me to knit when I was in high school, but it wasn't until the year before she died that I picked it up again. I was surprised at what I remember, and while I'm still not that good at it, I'm making progress (this is my first experiment with double pointed needles...something I don't think my mom ever tried.) My favorite knitting spot is in my recliner. After my mom died, I would remember her sitting in her recliner and knitting, and I would feel just like her. It was almost like I was channelling her while I worked the needles and in a lot of ways it was a comfort to me.

I'm surprised at just how much I'm like my mother. We don't look alike. She had dark brown hair, green eyes, and always tanned so beautifully. I take after my dad's side as far as coloring goes at least. However, I've managed to inherit my mother's body (although I seem to be missing out on her skinny years!), a propensity for bad knees, countless mannerisms, the way she walked, and the unflattering sounds she made getting up off the floor. My gray hair is even coming in just like hers did...temples first. I'll catch myself "being my mom" and shudder a little bit, because who really wants to be just like their mom? I never did. I loved my mom, but everyone who knew my parents, knew that my mom was the volatile one and that my dad was so easy-going and funny. I always fancied myself more like him. But sitting in my recliner, knitting in my lap, I am my mother's daughter.

Scene Stealer

Today was a really busy day. Either Jack of Dax have been sick all week and while it's hard on them, it's hard on the rest of us too. I've been picking up the slack and after running around all day for kid activities, I'm tired! So I thought I'd try and get some shots from our dining room floor. I liked this one...



but then Kenny decided to get in on the action and pose too.

I like it even better.