Cloth cat

When did I become so domestic? I am in the process of attempting to make this cute cloth cat. Thus far I have learned that I really hate cutting out pieces of fabric after tracing patterns. And I still suck at threading a needle (after much cursing, I handed it to George who did it in 3.2 seconds). But so far I have both sides of the head partially done.

The lesser of two evils I guess

We rarely have tissue in our home. We get it once in awhile, run out, and then forget to buy any for a really long time. As a result, when anyone needs to blow their nose, chances are good that it’s toilet paper.

Because of this, we often have a roll of toilet paper sitting in the living room. Today there was maybe somewhere between 1/4 and 1/2 of a roll sitting on the top shelf of our bookcase. In the ONE minute that it took for me to go to the bathroom to pee, Breanna (who is getting so very tall), stretched her arm up, grabbed it, and sat down with it. Forget toys and books, one of her favorite things in all the world is ripping a piece of toilet paper into tiny pieces. Have you read Stephen King’s The Langoliers? Remember Craig Toomey? Breanna does the same thing; ideally she won’t grow up to be a jackass freak like him of course.

When I came back to the living room all the toilet paper was shredded all over the carpet. It’s like she’s a shredding machine.

A good housekeeper would have freaked out, and then picked it all up immediately. Me? I sighed an exasperated, “Oh Breanna!” And then I thought, you know, at least she’s sitting quietly in one corner, shredding and playing with her pile of paper. It’s definitely better than trying to scale the back of the couch or pulling plates off the table. So I left it there.

I may just give her toys away and buy a crate of toilet paper for her instead.

Come to the table

Okay, I need to post something more cheerful than that last post, which by the way, had me so agitated that when I told George about it, I could do little more than sputter, “TAPE!” over and over.

So, instead of talking about that, let me tell you what I did today. Hayley went to see George’s parents this afternoon, George was working, and Breanna went down for a nap around 2:45. And rather than surfing mindlessly through the blogs that rarely update on the weekend anyway, or zoning in front of the television, I found myself suffering from Izzy Stevens Disease* and couldn’t stay out of the kitchen.

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Why a hospital in Russia sucks.

babymouth.jpg I have always wanted to go visit Russia. I have an incredible love of Moscow and St. Petersburg and all the old European beauty. I also love the language, guttural though it may be, and I’m always up for a bowl of borscht and some Chicken Kiev.

But something I read thanks to AdventureDad makes me want to go to Russia for the sole purpose of going to a hospital to throttle the holy living hell out of some of the staff. If you like kids, this situation will likely outrage you and possibly make you cry like I did; you’ve been warned.

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Soap fans

I hate to perpetuate the myth of stay-at-home moms sitting around watching soaps all day, but it is also true that every day, without fail, I watch All My Children from 1 pm until 2 pm. Which is why I was so excited to find the Soap Operas website. Despite only being about 6 months old, it is a very well developed site, covering all the major soaps. If you go, you can find recaps if you (horror!) miss a day and need to know what happened. It also has a spoiler section if you can’t stand to wait and find out what’s going on, a news area with updates on the stars behind the characters, and lots of other fun tidbits.

I know I’m bookmarking it and going back regularly! If there’s any soap opera that you’re addicted to, this site is a perfect companion.

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