Amber at Crappy Pictures Blog posted how she tortures her child with sunscreen application yesterday (you can read it here), which got me thinking about all the various tortures my children are under. The ongoing daily torture (which thankfully seems to be going away) is brushing teeth. "TEETH?!" is the big disbelieving cry that I hear after asking if they've brushed theirs that morning. You'd honestly think I'd asked if they could chop off a finger or something. Teeth, however, has nothing on TRIMMING NAILS! Especially if toenails are involved. It's a regular screaming, crying fun fest around here when that happens. For some reason, fingernails seem to be somewhat manageable, but maybe they have different sensors in their feet because toes are torturous! The latest and most frustrating is changing my daughter. Not diaper changes, but clothing. She loves her pajamas and gets so screaming mad when I dress her in the morning. Once she's dressed she's fine, but getting her there has become a real fight. And isn't that the most bizarre thing of all, the hugest protest in the world one minute which changes to complete happy singing child the next?

This Moment

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Squares

 I finally cut into my 1930's storybook fabric.  I've been collecting it for about a year now, but didn't really know what I wanted to do with it.  I just knew I liked it and wanted to make a quilt out of it.  I finally decided on a simple patchwork style.  So now, I'm cutting squares, lots of squares, about 225 of them.  It's a good way to relax at the end of the day, just stream a movie from Netflix and cut away.  I found these gorgeous quilts from Film in the Fridge's blog so that's what I'm going for.  Here are 3 of her quilts - aren't they lovely?  I especially love her double angled quilting on the purple one.  I'd love to try that - we'll see if I get that ambitious!

Crab Season

Yesterday was one of those gorgeous I can't believe it's the end of September type days. We went to the beach. It was perfect. The tide was out and there were very few people there. My boys were running huge circles around the place and my daughter was delighting in putting her toes in the water and dancing. In my beach wanderings I found a little dead crab. I picked it up thinking I would show my oldest who has had this fascination and fear with crabs since he was small. I carried it up the beach and over to him and his brother at the shore line. He shrieked and ran away. My younger son was a little braver and touched it before screaming and running away. My toddler daughter took one look, said, "mine!" grabbed it and put it in her mouth.

A crab found by my husband by turning over rocks, not the one our daughter tried to eat. We did get it out of her mouth, much to her crying disappointment.

City Life vs. Country Life - Hunting Season

Yesterday, I got to work and one of my colleagues was saying that she hoped she didn't miss it by being on a field trip that morning. Miss What? I wondered. Well, apparently, Moose Season just opened and quite often if someone bags a moose, they will bring it by the school for the kids to see. After work, I picked up my two youngest kids. I had to stop by the store on the way home to get some milk. (The store really is THE store, it's the gas station/pizza place/video store/liquor store/convenience store). As I pulled in, I saw a crowd around a pick up truck and I knew. I said to my 4 year old, "Do you want to see a moose?" "A moose?" "Yep, a dead moose is in that truck honey" "What?" "It's hunting season and that hunter got a moose" He was quite fascinated with the idea of it. And it really is quite something to see. The admiration of the crowd. The pride on the hunter's face. It's all part of living in the country. Someone's eatin' BBQ tonight.

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My Commute

The other morning Jonathan had to come into town with me. So I took advantage of it and took a few pictures with my iPhone for you all to see how pretty it is out here.