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There is no place like home

poppiesI've been thinking a lot lately about growth. 

I am feeling some growing pains at work which brings up so many new feelings. 

Watching Aug become a little man is both hard and exciting for me. I can't believe that only a few months ago he was a blip on an ultrasound screen and now he has opinions about things, he has places to go, things to see. 

And Noah, well compared to the little boy he was this time last year I barely recognize him. He has transformed out of his baby stage and after today he will be a third grader! I thought I was SO  old and mature in 3rd grade, that must be how he is feeling now too. 

And then there are these beautiful poppies that Dan bought for me at the beginning of Spring. They are finally growing and blooming but there is something quite strange about poppies – 
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These amazing blooms, well they only last a few days. The slightest breeze, the sprinkle of water on their flower, even a very hot day and they are toast. So beautiful and so big, they get like 18 inches tall, but so fragile. 

But they are always growing new flowers. When one dies off there is 2 to take its place. So maybe this plant isn't so fragile after all. hmmm. 

Off to bed I go. Just like Dorothy and the Lion, these poppies have made me really tired. Well that and the fact that I just got home from working the overnight shift I suppose! But comparing my life to the Wizard of Oz just makes me feel cooler you know? 😉

Enjoy the Spring sunshine today! 

Mimi Green, a Odyssey of Sorts

My Dog collars are slowly making their way into the shop today, I am so excited. Etsy has been good to me, I haven’t had the time to market much yet, but have already had 5 sales. What a rush that was! I can’t imagine how the sellers who have hundreds of sales feel, hopefully it isn’t one of those great feelings that fades after it happens so often.

Here is the first ad for the Mimi collars, yes I realize that I spelled Cecilia’s name wrong in the listing, and yes I feel pretty stupid. At 7 am this morning that seemed the logical way to spell it, at 10 I realized that I was so wrong, but it was too late to change it by then. Good thing Cessie doesn’t know how to read, she would have her feelings real hurt.

The husband says it is a bit "scrap bookie" which is probably good since I used digital scrap booking software to create this! I think it looks cool, makes me wish that humans wore collars cause I think I’d be smashing in this one (but not as Cute as Etta is looking in it)

CeceliacollageThis weekend Noah decided that he wanted to learn to sew. He was insistent that using a sewing machine "didn’t look that hard" which made me mad a first till I realized that it was probably a compliment that he thinks I sew with such ease. I finally got him to settle on making those shapes with plastic beads that you melt together with an iron– you know which ones I mean?Img_0276We went to Joann’s together, so much fun. Something I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do with my kids since I have two boys. He also bought a Hannah Montana pillow that he is going to ‘kid sew’ and a sunflower grow kit.

Well by the end of the night he had big ideas. He told us that he is going to start a web site and sell these treasures on-line. When I asked him what people could use them for, he said that he is going to attach them to blankets, collars, make a mobile out of them. I wanted to giggle, both at how funny he was and how cute I found his sense of entrepreneurship, but I didn’t. If I know one thing about Noah it is that he doesn’t like to be laughed at. I explained to him how he needs to make his product stand out from the rest, how he needs to make people want to buy it. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was making even bigger plans, I could see it in his bright eyes.

And then, at that moment, I was taken back to my childhood. My grandma had me sewing with her right out of the womb and by the time I was Noah’s age I also had some big plans. At the time I was crocheting baby bottles that held a bottle of baby powder, if you can imagine this in your head, see the nipple bending back to reveal the holes int he top of the powder. I then carefully weaved a ribbon in the middle of the bottle, for decoration and to distinguish if this should belong to a boy or a girl.

My step mother owned a boutique for babies in town, in fact it was called Baby’s Boutique. It was a high end resale shop in a pretty fancy shopping center, I didn’t realize at the time what a very cool shop it was. But, I did see the opportunity for a business of my own. I would make hundreds of these baby bottle powder holders and I would sell them in her shop. And I would make so much money, I mean they were $3.00 each and I would sell thousands of them.

She was nice enough to let me put them up on the counter where people checked out. Week after week past with no sales. I couldn’t figure out why no one wanted these goodies. I mean, they were so super cute, and the idea was funny, it was a bottle that was actually powder! At the time it didn’t occur to me that they had absolutely no function at all, I was just so proud of myself that I had made all these on my own. My mom and my grandma were proud of me too and kept encouraging me to make more of them, make different things– just keep creating.

So I did. And every Christmas, up in till last year, my family got gifts that I had spent the year trying to perfect. This has gone on for probably 22 years now.

In the years between the baby bottle debacle and now, I have been a bit scared to put my work out there in the world again. I only got the courage again after my family and friends told me that people would buy the things that I am making, that they had good form and function.

It is super cool to see Noah having the same thoughts that I did. I can only hope that my newest endeavor takes off and really works so that I can be inspirational to my boys, so that they can see that it can be done.

Most likely Noah will never sell any of his plastic race-car adorned blankets or collars, but I hope that this is just a seedling in his brain that will someday grow into a million dollar idea.
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Mace Windu hopes so too.

I had an itch to sew last night. Thankfully, my pug is very appreciative. Img_0219

And then I had the urge to embroider.
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Good thing I had fabric and stuffing to make this bed or my husband may have ended up with his name sewed on all of his pairs of underwear.

I see some things that I could have done differently, but at 11pm, this was all I had in me. I got the instructions here from Lori Marie at little pretty things.

 

And little Cecilia, well she has never been so happy. Next time , a  doggie coat.

Oh Cecelia, You’re Breaking My Heart

I have wanted a pug since I can remember. When we were trying to decide if it was time for a new baby I told Dan that it was a dog or a baby. I had it in my head that I wanted to either cuddle a baby or a wrinkly little pug. Dan made us get a black Lab. Needless to say, we had a baby.

Auggie turned 6 months on Wednesday and I still wanted a pug. I should have just told Dan that I wanted a baby AND a pug, but after talking to NM pug rescue, I found out that it wasn’t too late.

Meet Cecelia Miller. We are calling her Cessie.

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Oh, she makes Auggie so happy. Well, she isn’t ours to keep, we are just fostering her for the rescue who right now has 14 pugs in need of a home.  I met up with the NM Pug organizer, Kelly, yesterday at NM Animal Humane and got to take this baby girl home after she had surgery to remove a growth on her arm

You wouldn’t even know that she was cut into yesterday, she is so happy to be here and has already made herself at home. Me, well, I am gonna have a hard time giving her back to be put up for adoption. She is already sporting a Mimi Green original design…Img_0209

I made her this collar this morning and was going to embroider her name on it until I realized that her new owners might change it. I want her to take this with her so she can remember her foster momma. Img_0214
Plus I think the beautiful blue buttons will make her feel better from her surgery, along with the blue striped bed and baby blue leash that I bought her yesterday. I also bought an insane amout of treats, Chicken Soup for the Dog’s Soul canned food, and Paul Newman peanut butter pieces. Noah says that I am going to spoil her.
What is sad is that her daughter was picking on her at the rescue and from the looks of her apparently not letting her eat or drink. Good thing our lab, Etta, is being very generous. Img_0218

You can see her stitches in this one, they aren’t pretty. Poor girl.

Sewing the collar was super simple. I will be putting up a tutorial for it soon, I think I’ll make one for each one of the pugs at NM Pug Rescue.  Click here for the link to them, but don’t  blame me if you instantly fall in love. 

A week in the life….

This week was pretty eventful. We had our first snow of the winter:

Of course I was at work when the precipitation hit. This picture was from a few hours after it all stopped.  Just to highlight what it is like to live in the dessert, all schools were canceled the next morning, government jobs were on 2 hour delays.  I had to drive home that morning at 7am, and to my avail the roads were practically clear. By 10am the snow was almost gone, but I was so glad that school had been canceled. I mean the kids might have had to wear their jackets and they may of had a whole lot of fun having a snow ball fight or building a snow person.  Who would have wanted that??!!?? So silly.

Having Noah home mad Auggie super happy though. I think he is all ready to get up on those fat little legs and run around with Noah.  Here he is trying, well succeeding, in escaping his car seat:

He didn’t even cry when he hit the floor. This one is all boy.

Noah lost another tooth this week. Out of boredom on that wintry snow day he pulled another one from his face. Soon I don’t know how this child will chew! He is totally goofy, I cannot imagine what kind of mayhem he and Auggie are going to get into together!

As for me, I finally got my new table delivered! Yahoo! It is absolutely gorgeous:

And my friend Doug is coming to take my piano in a few days so I have even more room for this beast of a set. It seats 8 and is 5′ x 5′ square. I totally negotiated the price, but even then I think I will still be buying one chair a pay check for the next 3 months or so. We started with 4 thanks to Allissa  and her school financial aid.  If the government only knew what they were paying for!

I am sort of sad about the piano, but that tells me that it is time for it to go. I really hate having attachments to material things and I have held onto this piano forever now! Kdphoto064

As you can see it is a beauty, but I have no idea why I have owned it for 3 years and moved it 3 times.  I tried to learn to play when I first acquired it, but that experience only magnified something I already knew about myself: I am musically stunted. I have no rhythm, music notes do not translate into anything in my brain and my coordination is that of a small child. With that said, I am so happy to see this beautiful instrument go to a good home,and so glad to get more room for what I like most, eating and socializing.

Not tying to learn to play the piano leaves me more time for this:

And really what is better.  (Photo by Noah. Amanda’s makeup still in the bathroom cabinet.)

One good thing about working at a news distribution service on Christmas night was that I had 10 hours of uninterrupted time to do whatever I wanted.

And look what I did.

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My aunt Lisa finally had her baby on the 23rd and she gave her a name the 25th — Sofia Louise after my grandma.  So night before last I sat in my cubicle with my embroidery hoop and a jar full of thread sewing away.

All went well till it was time to go home and assemble the bib. Apparently staying awake all day Tuesday and then coming to work and staying up all night wasn’t good for my motor skills.  It took me near 4 hours to make the bias trim, sew it on and wrap the gift up.

But here is my favorite part—

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It has arm holes so that she can’t move it and accidentally get her shirt dirty. I know how important this feature is as Auggie will remove any article of clothing that isn’t tied onto him.  And even then its likely that he will get it off, but that is another blog for a different day…

On the way to see her it occurred to me that there was a way easier strategy to making the bib. I hate how I over think things sometimes.  I just need to remember that this was the prototype. I’ll make her another one when I get the recipe down pat, not that she notices my sloppy stitching and uneven bias work, but still. Her parents must have thought I was drunk when I made it. Yes, it was that bad.

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Sofia is super cute as you can see from this picture of the back of her head. Meanwhile, I am super tired looking, but I swear it isn’t as bad as it looks. I am getting quite a bit of sleep which was confirmed when my aunt told me that she was up with a crying Sofia all night long. That has yet to happen to me with Auggie.

Thank God for small miracles. 

Jesus Christ Rockstar

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So normally I would bore everyone with the same Christmas pictures of the kids opening up presents that every other mother shot today, but I have something way more entertaining: My Auggie was baby Jesus at Christmas Eve mass!  In case you are wondering, no, that didn’t mean that I was the Virgin Mary for the day (not that I didn’t try to pass myself off as that) but it did mean that we got the front row reserved for us which meant that we didn’t have to arrive an hour early. The priest said that Aug was very "animated" which I think was a nice way of saying that he felt sorry for me when Auggie starts walking.  He did well except for the fact that he was damn near rolling out of the manger on more than one occasion.

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I had such a good time and was so proud of my baby that I got to thinking about what it must be like for my mom now that we are all grown up. When we got home I told Dan that I felt so bad for her that she didn’t have any babies anymore. My heart hurt for her, I mean what is life without children in the house. Then this morning she proceeded to tell everyone that as she watched people with their babies in church yesterday she felt so happy that all of hers were grown!  Boy was I off on that one! All the more proof that all this baby fever that I have must be completely hormonal.

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Well whatever it is, I sure am enjoying my boys. Life is quite wonderful with them around.  Noah almost passed out when he realized that we had gotten him a guitar and lessons for x-mas. His whole face lit up, it was way more rewarding than I had ever imagined.

So I ruled this year. One of my kids was baby Jesus, the other thought I was the coolest, best, most thoughtful mom around.

To quote Noah today :

Noah: I want a Mohawk.

My mom: You can’t have a Mohawk Noah.

Noah: Rock Stars have Mohawks.

My mom: You are not a rock star.

Noah: I will be soon…

Staying Positive.

We had a rough week.  Dan’s uncle Dave past away on Sunday very unexpectidly . Thankfully he was only suffering  in the hospital for two days, although he was there for most of that alone as he didn’t want to ruin his families holiday.

Unfortuanly I only knew him for one year, eight months. I feel angry, like
I missed out on having this man, who I felt a grand kinship with, in my life for longer.  Every time I saw him I reverted to a little girl who wanted to curl up in his lap and listen while he told me why the grass was green and where I could find a stream to catch tad poles.  He made me feel at home, he made me laugh and one night he stayed up with me, helping me drink 64 ounces of medicine because I was horribly sick. He was the first person I told on the phone that I was in laybor with Auggie and he was the first adult that I thought consistanly chose pleaseure over pain- no matter the consequences.

So this blog is for Dave.

Things that bring me pleasure:  Img_0744_2

A beautiful latte that I made with my own hands on a Saturday morning.

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How happy and heathly Auggie is.

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Things my mother in law makes me.

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Dan making Noah laugh.

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Taking Dan home with me.

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My best friends. 

Self Portrait, Age 26

In the wake of my 26th birthday (Sat, yahoo!) I have flown  into reflection mode.  How things have changed this year. If I would have made predications based on my state this time last year, I would have said that the year was going to be horrible.

Au contrer mon ami. 

If all the years in my life were in competition for who was the best thus far, 2007 would win. Here is why:

1. Auggie was born.

I cried an awful lot last December. I had the baby blues somthing bad and no puppy or $500 esspresso machine or new furniture could make it stop. I really tried to bandaid it though.

In January I found out that I was pregnant.  Next to my wedding day, this was the happiest day of my life.

It literally feels like a miricle that Auggie, only one short year later, is here— flesh and blood here. I didn’t think that he existed, not this year or any year. And not only has he made an appreance, but he is amazing. He is perfect. He is all mine.

2. I quit smoking.

Woohoo! I will live to be a very  tawdry version of myself and damn my skin will look good.  More importanly, I will be around to teach the grandkids about the importance of drinking good coffee, creating every day, and the power in buying handmade.

Oh, and I get to see Dan as an old man. he he.

3.  I fell in love with my husband all over again.

Wasn’t sure that we were going to make it through the first year of marriage, but we did it and are way more crazy about each other than ever before. No pain no gain, eh?

He lets me be me. And he like me too. Couldn’t get any better than that.

4. We moved into an amazing house and got really cool jobs.

Love the new pad– there is so much room for all of us now. I must point out that the decorator was impecable. 🙂

Both Dan and I work as editors, he during the day and I at night. It works out perfectly. Noah and Auggie always have one of us home and what can I say, I like the night life.

5. I fell in love with sewing all over again.

I create, therefore I am. Anyway, that is what I tell myself for validation. It had just been so long and it felt so unbelievely good the first time I pulled something off my machine that was real. I always defined myself as an artist but I had to re-evaluate after I hadn’t created any art in months. I thought that I had lost myself. It is really fantastic seeing that part of me come back to life.

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6. Lastly, and maybe most importanly, I am so healthy now. And I am sure that it is due to the 5 forementioned things that I have to be happy about.

Now I shall leave you with this: 

"There are some days when I think I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction." 

~Salvador Dali

Waiting for Guffman, Gudot, and Oprah: A Blog About Existentialism and the New Mom

Auggie got his first set of shots this weekend. He was quite a trooper, better than I was for my flu shot earlier in the week.  He cried for a bit and then was his normal, happy self again as soon as I nursed him. He and I are good at nursing. I really love it. That’s the thing I would say if Oprah ever asked me what is "One Thing That I Know is True."  Strangely,  it is so encouraging to me that I at least know that this one thing is 100% true.  Sometimes it seems as if no one knows anything really.

Our nursing makes Auggie so happy he has to throw his hands in the air and laugh really dramatically.   

In other news, Noah has really great hair. I came to this realization after I downloaded the photos from a memory card that we lost last year and happily found recently. This being a cool haircut is not something Noah says he knows is true. Believe it or not, he would rather have this beautiful hair shaved off so that he would never have to wash it or comb it again. Although lately, with the new baby and going back to work, I appreciate his plight.  He usually has the freedom to create the meaning in his life, but I have to draw the line at his hair. Everyone has their limits after all.

Oh and I ended up eating milk products while baking with the girls on Sunday. And Auggie’s tummy got upset, I was super sick at work and Dan didn’t sleep all night. It’s no joke that we are ultimatly responsible for our destiny.

I blame the whole mishap on the fact that I forgot to bring my apron with me. All that talk about taking it to make me feel better and then I left it at home. I am weak, what can I say. 

At least I take responsibility for it all: the apron, the desserts, the haircut, the fantstic nursing. Yup that’s right.  I am a regular  Postpostmodernist today,  a Sammy Beckett if you will.