Celebrate life.

Kiss me! I'm Irish-ish!!

Today is the day for green clothes, green shamrock pins, garish green plastic bowler hats, and for some, green beer. Tyler's school is even having green pancakes for their morning snack. I have been scouring the internet for several years looking for a shirt to wear on this day that goes a step beyond "Kiss me, I'm Irish". Somewhere back through the years on the Harper side, according to Aunt Lois, there were Irish ancestors--Harper is a sept of Clan Buchanan after all. However, I am so much more than just Irish...so I consider myself to be "Irish-ish"...unfortunately, so far, I have been unable to locate a shirt with this exact phrase on it...I suppose I'm going to have to trot out my crafty side and create the dang thing for myself. The really funny thing about St. Patrick's Day is that it makes me feel awkward about listening to Celtic music and it makes me feel like a poser for wearing a celtic knot necklace, even though I listen to this music all year round and wear some type of celtic knot necklace nearly every day.

A Room With a View

Tyler and I have a morning routine that, while not perfect, works for us. You see, if he wakes up before my alarm clock goes off in the morning, he gets to watch an episode of "Curious George" in the living room while I go back to sleep for another 25 minutes. I know...it's not going to win me Mother of the Year awards, but a girl needs her sleep. So this morning, Tyler woke up at 6:24...my alarm is set for 6:55. Yipee! for George. I stumble out to the living room, choose a random episode from the Replay line up and make my way back to bed. Fast forward to 6:55 and we repeat the process of me stumbling out of bed...still in my sleep clothes, no glasses/contacts on, brain not engaged...and I make my way to the kitchen to put on the toast for breakfast. I grab a bowl of frozen corn and bring it to Tyler in the living room and head back to the kitchen to finish the toast...as I start walking from the living room to the kitchen and my fuzzy brain begins to pick up on clues I should have seen before I notice this:

Yep...an open window. It is important to mention that when I said "sleep clothes" before, I meant a shirt that comes to my waist and some dainties. It's also important to mention that I have a neighborhood that is very active, very early in the morning. When I asked (screeched?) Tyler, "Did you open the window?!?" He calmly replied that he "needed to open it to see Lightening". While, I am not sure if any of my neighbors also got a peek at "lightening" this morning, I do know that I am going to have a difficult time meeting my neighbors' eyes the next time I see them.

In other news, Tyler is becoming quite the gymnast. He's been going to Break the Barriers for about a year now and really enjoys it. He recently got a blue ribbon and moved up one level!

So we popped up the road to Starbucks to celebrate with donuts and chocolate milk.

Clever

While we were reading about the Clever Little Penguin in Audrey Wood's, Little Penguin's Tale, Tyler told me, "Mom, I'm more clever than a lion or a tiger or any other animal or person." It made me think about Yarn Harlot/Stephanie Pearl-McPhee's Twitter on 3/2/10 that said "I guess I'm glad that she's clever, but damn. Wouldn't it be easier to raise kids who were just dim enough to be malleable?"



I think that I am in for years of laughter/frustration with this clever child. Already I find myself needing to be super analytical of anything that he says to me so that I can try desperately to remain 2 (3 would be even better) steps ahead of him down whichever primrose path he is trying to lead.

Ets.yarn

Did y'all hear that Kim's starting up a blog/Etsy venture?

http://www.etsy.com/shop/NeedlesAndEwe
https://needlesandewe.blogspot.com/

How FUN is that name? Did you notice the banner on the top of her Etsy site? That's from one of her very own projects!