Up a creek

You know the drill.. Being the responsible knitter and taking just one project on a trip. This is the first time i have been responsible. I generally bring about ten projects, but this time sensible me said "You will never finish this jacket before you get. You should be responsible with space and bring just this one thing." Well sensible was wrong. So, so wrong. Sensible me needs to shut the freak up when it comes to knitting, and let crazy yarn whore me do the deciding. And this is why:

I think I need to learn to crochet.

The end of an era

How is it possible to be so happy and sad all at the same time? The mother's heart can break and shine at the same moment. I guess it is a blessing we have. Today my baby turns four. Four! He is my last, and we have gracefully outgrown baby swings, walkers, cribs, pacifiers, and highchairs. He has grown taller, learned to crawl, walk and run. He grew hair, and learned to talk. But he and I still held on to one baby thing. We held on to one precious baby moment, and today was our last.

Today we nursed for the last time. This is the last time in my life that I will do one of my most favorite, cherished things. But today he is four, and four year olds don't nurse. That is what we have been saying for weeks, in preparation for this change. I don't know that either of us are ready for this change, but it is time. Soon he will forget, but to me these memories are precious, and I will hold on for dear life.

A bit of jealousy on the farm

Apparently the smallest chicken was not a fan of having the lime light taken away from her by the upstaging hen. She felt like this was the ultimate betrayal by this hen, going and laying her very own special, tiny egg. She spent hours plotting her revenge, and in the end decided that her best plan would be this :

The only way was to sacrifice her own comfort and create this masterpiece; an egg twice size of upstaging hens regular eggs. Not bad for an old girl. Ask of the ladies in the cackling coop are between 4 and 5 years old. I can't wait to see what upstaging hen plans next. 100 happy days:

A special little egg.

This morning as I gathered eggs I found this special little egg. It was different. Cute, tiny, and adorable... but so small. What good is a tiny little egg when it is supposed to be food?

Yet when I went to crack this tiny little egg I found it had a huge yolk! I have no idea how that huge yolk fit in that little egg. It just goes to prove that tiny, special things are often full of more good than even be imagined.

Almost done

The raglan jacket is almost done. Sort of. Except the hood, pockets, last ten rows of the neck, weaving in ends, blocking... and such. In my book that is pretty close to almost done. I love it so far. We will see how I feel in a week. And for some happy....

I could have sworn that I posted this earlier. My amazing life. The life of a homeschooling mother. I love watching my blessings learn.

Sweet and Sassy

This. This amazing, bright, beautiful, silly little miracle. My precious daughter. My fourth born. 100 happy days.

Breaking the rules

Because some days have more than one happy that needs sharing.

Willow living on her babies. She has no idea that they are a little.... "different." Shhh. Don't tell.

"I really, truly abhor coloring eggs. And carving pumpkins. I do love the joy my little ones found in it though.

And my favorite, my baby loves my knitting. He wraps up in it and says "mama, you knitting me a blanket?" No, soon. Mommy is far too selfish for that. It is still a new milking jacket for me.