But Mom, We Can Do ANYTHING If We Try.....

Don't you hate when your child throws your words back at you?!

It has been a lazy, long weekend in our household. I'm still trying to take it easy after the procedure I had done on Wednesday. On Sunday, my daughter asks if we can sew. Well, sewing with a 6 year old is not always an easy task. I had figured our next sewing project would be a pillowcase for her bed. I have several character print fabrics and figured it would be easy and something useful.

I pull out several pieces of fabric and DD picks out a white background Pokemon fabric that has yellow Pikachu's and some other pink Pokemon on it. I figure great - and we'll use a different color fabric - pink - for the cuff of the case.

Well, I start to get everything ready. Get "her" machine out and set up, I iron the fabric. She says she does not want to make a pillowcase. She wants to make a Pikachu. (side note: We took a mother daughter class last year and made a teddy bear out of flannel - sort of shaped more like a gingerbread man cookie). I tell her I don't have any yellow fabric. She does not want yellow fabric, she wants to use the white, print fabric. I tell her it would be really hard to cut it and make it look like Pikachu and, without yellow fabric, it really would not look like Pikachu.

"But Mom, We Can Do ANYTHING If We Try...."

With a heavy sigh, I ask her to draw a photo of what Pikachu would look like.
I then proceeded to cut the fabric.
DD sewed it - with very little guidance from the momma. We then stuffed it - using a chopstick to help push the fiberfill in.

And here is the finished result......

It was a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Things a 6 year old says....

Dog is barking because pizza guy is at the door.

DH (to dog): "Do you know how loud you are?!"

DD (who is 6): "Kaboomy Loud"

I really should blog more....

But I find myself just doing my one sentence on Facebook regularly.
Maybe I feel I should "write" more here - make it like a story perhaps.
But maybe I should change my way of thought and just use this to get things out there.

Life is flying by. February is almost over.
Work is monotonous and I'm tired of it. (If only I had been born rich instead of Beautiful! -- okay, you can stop choking now).
Home situation is the same. Disabled hubby, growing daughter, and me totally out of it by the time evening comes along. I get myself thru the day, I work, get food, make sure bills are paid, make sure everything DD needs is done. Then when she goes to bed, I am usually ready to just go to bed. Its not that it is late - usually 8 pm. I know its part of the Depression. And it bothers me to be like this but I really don't want more medications. Then again, my iron level has been LOW -- they say it could be part of pre-menopause - oh thrill - NOT! Could it just be the iron level? I don't know.

I'm going to try to blog more often. even if it is just my one line from facebook.

Bread and Milk

It's a New England joke. Or at least a Rhode Island one.
If snow is coming, everyone rushes to the grocery store for Bread and Milk. All because of one Blizzard in 1978. So as a storm approaches, the last place you want to be is a place that sells Bread and Milk because all of RI is in there!!

And why is it -- Everytime there is a storm approaching RI, I am out of bread or milk or both!!! So what do I have to do? Go buy Bread and Milk.
And everyone thinks I'm doing it because of "the storm that's a-coming" when in fact, I'm out of one or both items and my daughter requires a PB and J sandwich at least once a day or she'll just melt or explode or something!!!!

Anyway, for those that saw me in a store - buying BREAD and MILK -- I was REALLY OUT of those foods!!!

:)