Mornings can be rough on all of us

You know what helps though? Eighteen year old daughter's, and their amazing friends that bring breakfast in bed because I deserve it for giving birth to such an incredible human. 

Paleo cakes:

 This is the cake that her friend made, because she is one of the most amazing friends a girl can have. She knew Kyra was doing Paleo, so made a paleo cake. Which we failed to get a picture of... But it looked exactly like that. And was so good!!

And this is the cake I got her. The eggs in it are Paleo.

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This is the absolutely stunning child I made. Dang, I am good. 

And here she is. Eighteen. 

Now I get to watch and see if the last eighteen years pay off. Legally, my job here is done. It is odd, to be fully in charge one day, and the next is sink or swim. 

I was reminded of several things yesterday. 

She is no longer jail bait. 

She can legally get a license as stripper. 

She can buy all sorts of things that she totally wasn't ready for 24 hours earlier, like ammo, airsoft guns, and aleve sinus. 

I guess I am blessed. Very blessed that I don't feel worried about a thing when it comes to her. She is mature, responsible, and good from her very core. If I got to sit down and design the perfect daughter, she would be it. Her future is so bright I have to wear shades. 

The poor Paleo

Convinced by my best friend, Spudknit, I started researching the paleo life style. Them another friend, Lisa, brought up her clean eating ways a few months later. That legs to this post.
I went Paleo. I am not great at it, but I am working on it. My biggest thing is that I need dairy. So I am paleo, plus dairy. Plus the occasional cheat, I imagine. So far it had been all clean for me though.

I started this journey because I used to be thin. I am not sure I was healthy. I want thin and healthy. Eighteen months ago I was fifty pounds lighter. I went on some medication, and became w balloon. I feel it in my feet, my knees, my back etc. I was never naturally thin. It is something I always had to work at. Now my goal isn't thin. It is healthy. I figured I would share my journey.
Yesterday I made amazing Paleo granola bars. Even my wonderful, yet very picky, husband liked them. They have no grain, or sugar. They are made with nuts, coconut, and honey.

I sent this proud picture to my dear, Paleo Spudknit. She thought maybe it wasn't the most flattering picture. Something about not eating poop?

But still, yum. 

Recipe here:

http://paleoporn.net/primal-granola-bars/

Sunday Knitting

I knit in church. And I have yet to be struck down. Amazing, I know. Knitting helps me to focus, feel and truly learn. It allows me inspiration, and let's the spirit in. Just sitting still make me feel like my back is burning, and my skin is crawling off of my body. I need to create. I am not meant to be still. Today's knitting:

Meet "Monica the second" and "Jen" that was frogged and no longer has reverse st sts sleeves. 

Apparently women's names are the project word of the day. 

A day at the in-laws

Is a relaxing day of knitting. Not being home means that I don't feel like I have to constantly be moving. That means I finished the socks.

These were started by a friend, who injured his wrist, so he was not able to finish them. He is a dear friend that helps me frequently, so finishing them was a joy.

I also worked on my Jen.

I am very undecided on these reverse stockinette sleeves. My very best friend, and amazing knitter, Spudknit, said to keep going. That I will love it. I believe her. Of course I would believe that mosquitoes were not evil if she told me. And we all know that they are pure evil.

I am back!

I have an explanation. I really do. And it is a good one. Not one about how life for busy, and I just couldn't find the time. No, nothing like that. What happened was this... I was betrayed. For real. Betrayed by the phone I love. *insert dramatic pause* While camping shortly after my last post, I may have dropped my phone. Or it may have jumped. I am not willing to give an official statement. In the end though, the screen was scratched a little. Or maybe it was shattered beyond all recognition into a million and two tiny little pieces. I attempted to have it fixed. I am loyal like that. But in the end the repair person laughed at me a little. So I got a new phone. I expected that we would share the same closeness that I shared with the old phone. And we do. Just in a different way. A "the phone is always right" sort of way. Apparently I am the man in this relationship. Well my new friends decided that blogging really wasn't for her. She logged out, and flat refused to log back in. I would say "log out of other account and into blogging account." And she would laugh, and laugh, and laugh. But o fixed her. I un-synced the other account simply so I could be the blogger I want to be. Just don't tell her. Maybe she won't figure it out.

So, while not blogging I knit. A lot. Still not as much as I wanted, but a lot. That means you will be getting a lot of pictures. Or you could just look at my ravelry.

This is one I knit for my mother for Christmas. The "Olympic national Forest. " I am making it "The Family Tree" though.

A shawl for my sister Melanie.

A shawl for me. Love ez pi. 

 And so many more. I am going to have to pace myself. So onto Current projects:

Finishing up these socks for my friend, Benjamin. It is just a very basic, quick sick pattern.

And knitting this sweater for me. 

Pattern: Jen

Yarn: Llama Lace fingering weight

Needle: size 5

See what I did there? Put details for the only one I can remember.

Maybe it should be

100 happy months, because I really suck at this daily thing. I do have happy every day, and I usually capture some happy with my lucky camera phone daily. Unfortunately, my lucky camera phone is selfish and keeps telling me that it simply can't share my happy. I finished my basic raglan cardigan in Knitpicks City Tweed, then made my beautiful first born model it... in the kitchen, in front of my mess. I figured the jacket would explain everything. I love this jacket. I love everything about it, and I loved knitting each stitch. I loved that I had exactly a yard left over after finishing. I am calling it my milking jacket, which I will never milk in. It may be summer-ish outside, but I will still be wearing it. I wore it to the park this week, in the sun, and really enjoyed it. The looks from other moms suggesting I am crazy though? All good. Nothing is better than the perfect knit. Ok, except maybe making my first born pose for cheesy pictures to send the bff.

More happy

While our of town it was very hard to upload pictures, so I took then and saved them for when we got home. Ok, some were taken the day before we left, but my to do list was just too long.

Visiting the home planet.

A quick Saturday afternoon stop at the moon. It would appear that blogger doesn't want me to upload more pictures, so i guess the rest will wait. Blogger probably wants me to finish this jacket. Blogger is wise.