Craft group

I haven't blogged in a while- but I haven't done anything in a while either. One of those months when the days are busy but you aren't sure what you actually accomplished by the end of it. I am very excited that Spring finally made an appearance, however! I love my tulips, and the kids love being able to play outside.


One of the few things I have been able to accomplish is finally making the dress I have been planning on forever. I saw this tutorial a long time ago for turning a Men's button down shirt into a toddler dress, and as it happened Christopher had a shirt that was the wrong size for him, so it was perfect! A neighbor of mine has started running a craft group, where we can get together on Friday afternoons and make a project together. Last time we made the flower hairbows like Kaitlyn is wearing in the pictures, and this Friday we are going to make the dress. I figured that since I was going to teach it this week, I better make my own before then and know what I was doing! And so, voila.


Also, I have to preface this by saying that my kids were being terrible about the photo shoot this morning. I mean, they are rather distracted easily, but it seemed like every time I got my shot lined up they took off. So this is the best you get, sorry.

Maybe it is rather silly, but I adore it when my kids match. Tyler already owned his Hawaiian shirt, but it worked pefectly!

I made the dress a bit big for her, so I added a ribbon to pull the slack with in back. Other than that, it was exactly like the tutorial! I love craft projects that are that easy. That's why I have been making a lot of hairbows lately- 10 minutes and some hot glue gives you are cute little product. Nice.

If anyone reading this wants to join us to make the dress this week, let me know!

Adventures in Kaitlyn land

One day, I came home to find all of my family up in the den and these three dolls very carefully put to sleep. On the stairs. This has been a big hobby of hers lately - but the stairs part was a first.


And then, another day, she very carefully spread out her blanket on the table for a tablecloth, and then sat down just like this and stared at it. Seriously, why? All I knew was it was cute.

And last, but not least, we have her bedtime habits. About a week ago she started climbing into bed with Tyler almost every night. When I went to check on them the first night, I found that she had gotten up, brought in a baby to sleep between them, and then stolen all of his covers before they both fell asleep. And then, tonight, Tyler had socks on when I put them to sleep, both in his bed again.

And right now, Kaitlyn is wearing Tyler's socks, a pair of Tyler's sandals she took from his dresser, and of course- no one can forget the baby doll. None of this was the case when I turned out the lights, mind you.

She makes us laugh!

More thinking.

A dangerous pastime (I know).

I've been thinking lately about how we spend most of our time in the first couple decades of our life achieving goals. Finish homework for the night? Check. Move from Elementary School to Middle School? Check. Make the team or group we tried out for in High School, graduate and get into the college we wanted, find the person we want to spend our life with, etc. We always have things we are looking forward to and working on achieving. When we check one off, there is always another one on the horizon.

And when I really thought about it now, I think part of the reason I feel so . . . adrift now is that I don't have a single goal I am working on.

Now, let's define goal for a second here. When I was a teacher, we often had to make goals for our departments and school. But in order to qualify, a goal needed to be 1) achievable and 2) measurable. Because things like "prepare our students better for the work force" or "make sure every student in our school improves every year" don't work very well. We either don't have control over things well enough to achieve them, or can't tell when we have achieved them.

When I think about the goals I have in my life, I realized that I gave up on them some days because they didn't fit those two standards. I only ever worked out at the gym when I had a measurable goal ahead of me: a race. Once I ran the races I wanted to, and ended up with "stay healthy and fit", I stopped really caring about it as a goal.

And when I started parenting, I had all sorts of goals for my kids. But Tyler has taught me that I don't have complete control of him achieving something. That doesn't mean I stop trying (though many times I certainly feel like it), but it does mean that I can't assume that if I do ___ he will achieve ___. I learned that the hard way when he didn't sleep through the night until he was two years old. I did everything that any book told me would fix the problem (because when you are losing sleep every night, nothing else matters). I made sure I followed the instructions to the letter, and usually for at least three weeks when the books told me it would take three days. And I mentally fell apart. I wasn't used to my goals being dependent on another person like that.

I'm not saying I shouldn't have goals that relate to my kids, but . . . I need to take into account when I make them that I am not the only person involved here. I think the goal has to be phrased right in my head. "I will do x,y and z to help Tyler every day", not "Tyler will learn ___".

With all of that having been said, I have decided what I really need is a goal in my life.

But I have no idea what that should be.

Now, I don't think any of my goals will be the same as anyone else's out there, but I think this might be interesting. So, all two or three of you people who read this:

WHAT IS YOUR GOAL?

What is something you are working on? How do you make it measurable so that you feel like you can achieve it, instead of some lofty "be a better person" that lets you slide most days? And in the SAHM world, where everything we do goes mostly unnoticed, how do you stay motivated without some reward at the end of the tunnel?

Easter

Happy Easter everyone! Apparently Mother Nature decided we needed more snow, so we had snow on April Fool's Day and again for Easter morning. My poor little flowers are doing their best.


Anyway, on with the holiday. The nice thing about having kids so young is that you can pick and choose what you want to do and when, and no one is the wiser. So we didn't hide the eggs this morning. We dyed some this afternoon. I wasn't sure if they would be old enough, but Daddy was right- they loved it.

Especially the coloring on the eggs with crayons part.


And then they were fascinated by seeing them go in the colors.

Crippled Daddy did a good job helping.

Ta-Da!