For a brief period it looked like we were somewhat perky and ready to go but we have now resumed our position on the couch. The thing about his migraines is that I no longer worry. They eventually go away so it is just a waiting game and there is nothing so important that I have to rush to work for. Yes, I could call my folks and ask them to come in and sit with him but frankly, as Dee said, it is downright cozy.
Back to my knitting!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Quiet Morning
As I sit here, typing away, Little Squid is curled up on the couch sleeping off a migraine. I abandoned my position as pillow in order to eat some breakfast but will go back shortly with knitting in hand and another episode of Northern Exposure in the DVD player.
While I feel badly for Little Squid, I am actually pretty content right now.
Excuse me while I resume my role as pillow.
While I feel badly for Little Squid, I am actually pretty content right now.
Excuse me while I resume my role as pillow.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Nervous
(Please welcome Super Monkey to our home.)
I'm a bit nervous. I just started a pair of socks for my father and have carefully wound my Cabin Cove Yankee Ikat sock yarn into two roughly equal balls.
Yes, I used a scale that measures in increments of single grams.
The heels and toes will be in Jawol white.
My dad has size 13 feet.
Some encouragement here please?
A size zero circular needle (magic loop) is being employed because the yarn is of the thinner sock yarn variety. It is incredibly yummy feeling.
But my dad has size 13 feet.
They will be knit toe up and I am starting with the slightly lighter ball.
Did I mention that my dad has size 13 feet?
I know that I had plenty of a similar weight yarn left over when I knit socks for my husband (size 11), my brother (size 11.5) and my brother-in-law (size 12) but I am still nervous.
I'm going to a chanuckah party later, lots of knitting time while visiting with good friends -- I'll let you know how much progress I make after I finish mom's socks.
****
(And any sibling reading this who feels that they or their spouse is being neglected on the sock front -- I promise, you are in queue.)
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Why Jeans?
Seems to me that I never did explain why I went to work in jeans yesterday (and today(yes, Saturday)).
See this room?
Imagine it filled -- and I mean FILLED. And by the way, it is twice the size that it appears. There is more room to the right of the machinery.
At the start of the day, this room was full. Every nook and cranny had boxes or old equipment in them. The room is now empty and the contents moved to either the trash or to the vault to age a bit more before they can be shredded.
Then there were the 15 boxes of stuff that got shredded. They came OUT of the vault. (They were sufficiently aged.) And the six boxes of books which were deaccessed (or something like that) from the library. Our custodian arranged for a dumpster for us, a big one. Like the size of an 18 wheeler. It was empty at the start of the day. It was half full at the end of it.
We did a lot. There is still much to do, but every little bit counts. There were eight staff members (not including me) and 25 kids.
Oh and tomorrow? I am going to be VERY sore. Theoretically, the person running the show should not be doing the schlepping but since my style of leadership is "by example," I lifted and tugged at many, many boxes and bags. Basically, non stop movement for 5 hours. I think I got my workout for the day. What do you think?
Anyhow, yesterday I had to do the shopping and set up which involved schlepping dusty boxes and shredders and such. Hence the jeans.
And by the way, I think work make-up adds 10 years to my face when worn with jeans. I may have to rethink the face next year. (Or lighten the lipstick.)
See this room?
Imagine it filled -- and I mean FILLED. And by the way, it is twice the size that it appears. There is more room to the right of the machinery.
At the start of the day, this room was full. Every nook and cranny had boxes or old equipment in them. The room is now empty and the contents moved to either the trash or to the vault to age a bit more before they can be shredded.
Then there were the 15 boxes of stuff that got shredded. They came OUT of the vault. (They were sufficiently aged.) And the six boxes of books which were deaccessed (or something like that) from the library. Our custodian arranged for a dumpster for us, a big one. Like the size of an 18 wheeler. It was empty at the start of the day. It was half full at the end of it.
We did a lot. There is still much to do, but every little bit counts. There were eight staff members (not including me) and 25 kids.
Oh and tomorrow? I am going to be VERY sore. Theoretically, the person running the show should not be doing the schlepping but since my style of leadership is "by example," I lifted and tugged at many, many boxes and bags. Basically, non stop movement for 5 hours. I think I got my workout for the day. What do you think?
Anyhow, yesterday I had to do the shopping and set up which involved schlepping dusty boxes and shredders and such. Hence the jeans.
And by the way, I think work make-up adds 10 years to my face when worn with jeans. I may have to rethink the face next year. (Or lighten the lipstick.)
Friday, December 07, 2007
Jeans
I wore jeans to work today.
Got your jaw back in your head?
O.k., I know that most of you do not realize that it has been YEARS since I have worn jeans to work. I think the last time I did it was before Squidette was born.
Over the years, my working wardrobe has slowly gotten more and more formal to the point where I almost wish I had enough suits to wear one every day. The older I get, the less I want to be casual in my work place. There is a certain distance I want to have between me and the kids, and me and my staff.
Why? Because I find that when students get too comfortable with a teacher, they assume that they can do things that are not allowed, like whip out a cell phone or assume privileges to which they are not entitled. Yes, even my knitters eventually reach this point. That said, it only takes a look to return things, with a smile, to their proper order.
When I first became an Assistant Principal, it bothered me that teachers and support staff would call me Mrs. Squid. While we are a "traditional" school and use Mr and Ms with the students, we do call each other by our first names if not in the presence of kids. Over the years, though, it has become normal to just call everyone Mr and Ms and only use first names occasionally. While I miss the camaraderie that first names imply, I only rarely mind the formality that Mr and Ms imply. After 16 years I have very few personal friends in the school and with those I use Mr and Ms almost teasingly.
Interesting, I meant this to be an explanation of why I wore jeans and instead wound up reflecting on the place of formality in a school setting. Hm ...
So what are your feelings regarding how dress governs attitude? (Oh, and I did were full "work" make up and a school T shirt over a turtleneck to make a "uniform"despite the jeans. And shiney earrings that Squidette gave me, for a little "bling.")
Got your jaw back in your head?
O.k., I know that most of you do not realize that it has been YEARS since I have worn jeans to work. I think the last time I did it was before Squidette was born.
Over the years, my working wardrobe has slowly gotten more and more formal to the point where I almost wish I had enough suits to wear one every day. The older I get, the less I want to be casual in my work place. There is a certain distance I want to have between me and the kids, and me and my staff.
Why? Because I find that when students get too comfortable with a teacher, they assume that they can do things that are not allowed, like whip out a cell phone or assume privileges to which they are not entitled. Yes, even my knitters eventually reach this point. That said, it only takes a look to return things, with a smile, to their proper order.
When I first became an Assistant Principal, it bothered me that teachers and support staff would call me Mrs. Squid. While we are a "traditional" school and use Mr and Ms with the students, we do call each other by our first names if not in the presence of kids. Over the years, though, it has become normal to just call everyone Mr and Ms and only use first names occasionally. While I miss the camaraderie that first names imply, I only rarely mind the formality that Mr and Ms imply. After 16 years I have very few personal friends in the school and with those I use Mr and Ms almost teasingly.
Interesting, I meant this to be an explanation of why I wore jeans and instead wound up reflecting on the place of formality in a school setting. Hm ...
So what are your feelings regarding how dress governs attitude? (Oh, and I did were full "work" make up and a school T shirt over a turtleneck to make a "uniform"despite the jeans. And shiney earrings that Squidette gave me, for a little "bling.")
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Teens Knittng: Blanket Number 3
While I was inculcating 3 more newbies, and teaching cabling, purling and sock knitting to some "older" knitters, a few young ladies were organizing this:
There are actually enough blocks for 1.5 blankets so we are well on our way to number 4.
The blocks are now neatly stacked and bagged in my office, waiting for me to attach them all. I put two big ones together earlier and hope to do a few each day before I leave work. Whatever is left on the 21st will come home for finishing over the break. Yes, I will wash the blanket before we donate it. Promise!
There are actually enough blocks for 1.5 blankets so we are well on our way to number 4.
The blocks are now neatly stacked and bagged in my office, waiting for me to attach them all. I put two big ones together earlier and hope to do a few each day before I leave work. Whatever is left on the 21st will come home for finishing over the break. Yes, I will wash the blanket before we donate it. Promise!
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Kang and Kodos Ride Again!
Yes, it is true, Kang and Kodos hibernate for the summer.
When asked if they were concerned that their tentacles would get caught in the bicycle chain, Kang responded:
"Silly earthling. We have total control of our appendages. No wimpy bicycle chain will mess with us!"
Kodos just kind of whimpered.
Afterwards they both apparently commented that they found the experience "exhilarating."
When asked if they were concerned that their tentacles would get caught in the bicycle chain, Kang responded:
"Silly earthling. We have total control of our appendages. No wimpy bicycle chain will mess with us!"
Kodos just kind of whimpered.
Afterwards they both apparently commented that they found the experience "exhilarating."
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
More Clarification Needed
Apparently, I over stepped my bounds as a mother yesterday when I mentioned the "B" word. Squidette was mortified. Apparently, she no longer plays with the Barbies. And, she promised to pack them and their belongings up and give them to her younger cousin.
Now that that's cleared up, I have to show you some of the Barbie clothes. We have the best dressed Barbies in town.
The crocheted dresses were made by my sister and the knit dress and sweater by her Grammy. There are many, many more items, this was just a quick sampling as I dug through the bag looking for more mittens (found 2 pair) and socks (found 3 pair).
Now that that's cleared up, I have to show you some of the Barbie clothes. We have the best dressed Barbies in town.
The crocheted dresses were made by my sister and the knit dress and sweater by her Grammy. There are many, many more items, this was just a quick sampling as I dug through the bag looking for more mittens (found 2 pair) and socks (found 3 pair).
Monday, December 03, 2007
Snuggles
Much of Saturday was spent with Squidette snuggled up next to me. Now I have Little Squid doing the snuggle thing. Life is good.
What Mothers Do ...
The last few Mondays have been rough for Little Squid so this morning I called an end to it. I did the Curse Breaking Dance. Please imagine, if you will ('cause you are NOT getting a picture of this), a Mama Squid, clad in purple silk kimono (I kid you not), with damp hair and bare feet, jumping and leaping around the living room in order to break the Monday Curse.
The child in question went off laughing, so I think it worked. Keep your fingers crossed.
We found the woolies!!! The missing hats and mittens and glove (yes, singular) were mixed in with Squidette's Barbie clothes. We are now ready for winter.
And yes, she kind of knew it all along. She knew that the Dumb Donald hat was there but did not realize that if one hat was there, then the rest probably were there as well.
I did pick up my knitting last night and made major progress on Little Squid's sleeve. My finger is pretty much back to normal this morning. Woo Hoo!
Do I have to go to work now?
The child in question went off laughing, so I think it worked. Keep your fingers crossed.
***
We found the woolies!!! The missing hats and mittens and glove (yes, singular) were mixed in with Squidette's Barbie clothes. We are now ready for winter.
And yes, she kind of knew it all along. She knew that the Dumb Donald hat was there but did not realize that if one hat was there, then the rest probably were there as well.
***
I did pick up my knitting last night and made major progress on Little Squid's sleeve. My finger is pretty much back to normal this morning. Woo Hoo!
Do I have to go to work now?
Sunday, December 02, 2007
I Don't Claim to Make Sense, I'm Your Mother
Every night we have a disagreement as to which "child" bathes first. Tonight I settled the feud in a non-sensical manner. I don't have to make sense, I'm the mother.
Much of today was spent like this.
Or in a similar position with a book on my lap. I have now finished three of my "math"* books in under a month -- a fourth is waiting for me to resume reading. All of these books have been works in progress for a year or more. Next on deck "Breaking the Spell, Religion as Natural Phenomenon" by Daniel C. Dennett. I'm on page 30 of 339.
Actually, I was productive. Did the laundry, paid the bills, took Squidette to Old Navy and purchased her first pairs of "adult" sized jeans. She is now a size zero. Ack! Researched bike trainers and MP3 players. Perused watches for Little Squid (yes, we feed his obsessions).
Indeed, despite serious itching, I did not pick up my knitting needles so far today. I may give them a try once my nails are dry but won't force it. My finger is definitely getting better. I must have jammed it or pulled it or something. Whatever.
For those of you who cared about our Bat Mitzvah saga, it is essentially concluded. Mike traded a few emails with the Senior Rabbi, who asked for the band schedule and, comparing it to the master b'nai mitzvah schedule, determined that there are 6 shabbot that work for us. He also promised to look into the lack of clarity of the regulation. Problem solved. Yes, I know that I way over reacted. Thanks for bearing with me. Oh, and another mom confirmed our interpretation of the rule. She also did not realize that only specific services counted. So, it wasn't just us.
*"Math book" is a euphemism for any non-fiction that requires serious thought while reading. Therefore, when "Math Books" is yelled in our home, it is a call for the kids to take out their supplemental math books (subject, mathematics) and the parents to take out something thought provoking.
Much of today was spent like this.
Or in a similar position with a book on my lap. I have now finished three of my "math"* books in under a month -- a fourth is waiting for me to resume reading. All of these books have been works in progress for a year or more. Next on deck "Breaking the Spell, Religion as Natural Phenomenon" by Daniel C. Dennett. I'm on page 30 of 339.Actually, I was productive. Did the laundry, paid the bills, took Squidette to Old Navy and purchased her first pairs of "adult" sized jeans. She is now a size zero. Ack! Researched bike trainers and MP3 players. Perused watches for Little Squid (yes, we feed his obsessions).
Indeed, despite serious itching, I did not pick up my knitting needles so far today. I may give them a try once my nails are dry but won't force it. My finger is definitely getting better. I must have jammed it or pulled it or something. Whatever.
For those of you who cared about our Bat Mitzvah saga, it is essentially concluded. Mike traded a few emails with the Senior Rabbi, who asked for the band schedule and, comparing it to the master b'nai mitzvah schedule, determined that there are 6 shabbot that work for us. He also promised to look into the lack of clarity of the regulation. Problem solved. Yes, I know that I way over reacted. Thanks for bearing with me. Oh, and another mom confirmed our interpretation of the rule. She also did not realize that only specific services counted. So, it wasn't just us.
*"Math book" is a euphemism for any non-fiction that requires serious thought while reading. Therefore, when "Math Books" is yelled in our home, it is a call for the kids to take out their supplemental math books (subject, mathematics) and the parents to take out something thought provoking.
Winter?
The view from my window this morning ...
And of my stash on the balcony ...
Yes, my stash now has a light coating of snow!
Meanwhile, inside the apartment ...
we are now the owners of a front, back and partial sleeve for Little Squid's sweater.
Unfortunately, that is probably where it will stand for the next day or two. I did something to my left index finger last night (no idea what) and it is now a little stiff and painful. It was a lot more so last night so I am sure that this too shall pass but I suspect I will be catching up on my reading today instead of my knitting and spinning. I think I gave it a good bang at one point, yesterday -- that or all the knitting it took to get to this point on the sleeve, twice. Yup. After doing all the calculations (since Ann Budd is great for gauges involving whole stitches but requires some work if you have, oh say 4.5 stitches per inch) I gleefully cast on for the sleeve and was practically up to the elbow when I compared the number of stitches to what I was supposed to have ... and realized that I cast on 32 instead of 36 stitches. Oops!
Such is life. No big deal in the grand scheme of things.
And of my stash on the balcony ...
Yes, my stash now has a light coating of snow!Meanwhile, inside the apartment ...
we are now the owners of a front, back and partial sleeve for Little Squid's sweater.Unfortunately, that is probably where it will stand for the next day or two. I did something to my left index finger last night (no idea what) and it is now a little stiff and painful. It was a lot more so last night so I am sure that this too shall pass but I suspect I will be catching up on my reading today instead of my knitting and spinning. I think I gave it a good bang at one point, yesterday -- that or all the knitting it took to get to this point on the sleeve, twice. Yup. After doing all the calculations (since Ann Budd is great for gauges involving whole stitches but requires some work if you have, oh say 4.5 stitches per inch) I gleefully cast on for the sleeve and was practically up to the elbow when I compared the number of stitches to what I was supposed to have ... and realized that I cast on 32 instead of 36 stitches. Oops!
Such is life. No big deal in the grand scheme of things.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Super Mommy Explained and Some Knitting
All semester, Squidette has been struggling with managing to get her Bat Mitzvah folder into the car for her Wednesday night class. For a while we tried just leaving it in the car and that worked until last week when she met with the Assistant Rabbi. After the meeting, she put it in her back pack and forgot to leave it in the car. Fast forward a week (no class the night before Thanksgiving) and she can't find the folder. Again.
I looked around the living room but I was pretty convinced that it was in the car. After suggesting that Squidette go down to the parking lot to look, I went back to unwinding and let the subject drop. In the morning we tore the car apart, to no avail. So, quietly dripping tears, Squidette got out of the car and went to school. I dropped off Little Squid and set out to my own school.
Actually, I had a meeting to go to at the New York Academy of Medicine over on Fifth Avenue. My intention was to park the car in front of my school and then walk to my meeting which was about a mile or so away. Strangely, however, all the spots in front of the school were taken and I really didn't want to park in back and risk getting into a conversation that would make me late. So, I drove to the meeting, figuring that I'd find a lot nearby. Yeah, right. No such thing in that neighborhood.
Finally, after circling the super block that is Mount Sinai Medical Center, I pulled into their garage and hot footed it a few blocks north for my meeting.
Fast forward through an uneventful meeting. Now, I have my car nearby and am feeling guilty about the missing folder. I should have searched her room the night before says my heart and my brain chirps in "um ... you could go home and look for it." And I did. And I found it. In under 5 minutes. And, because I am a serious geek, I shouted "I AM SUPER MOMMY!" over and over to the empty apartment. Then I called Mike and left a voice mail to that effect. Then I shouted it some more. Then Maria came in and I figured I should stop being such a dork.
Then I called work and determined that they really did not need me for the last two hours of the day. So I sat on the floor by our All-in-one printer and copied the contents of the folder. Page by page.
And then I got back in the car (now clad in jeans instead of my work slacks) and head uptown to this place:
Yup, the new one, just blocks from my next stop -- Knitty City. between the two, my wallet was just a tad lighter.
Then I set out for my usual Wednesday rendezvous with my daughter. And made her VERY happy.
While waiting for her to finish her class, I finished this hat for Papa Squid.
Won't lose him anytime soon.
Mike decided to break out the Futurama Socks yesterday, in honor of the series release on DVD.
After riding to work in them, he has decided that Zoidberg belongs on the left otherwise his tentacles risk getting caught in the bike chain.
Yes, he really did ride to work like that. Just wait until he breaks out the Kang and Kodos socks!
I looked around the living room but I was pretty convinced that it was in the car. After suggesting that Squidette go down to the parking lot to look, I went back to unwinding and let the subject drop. In the morning we tore the car apart, to no avail. So, quietly dripping tears, Squidette got out of the car and went to school. I dropped off Little Squid and set out to my own school.
Actually, I had a meeting to go to at the New York Academy of Medicine over on Fifth Avenue. My intention was to park the car in front of my school and then walk to my meeting which was about a mile or so away. Strangely, however, all the spots in front of the school were taken and I really didn't want to park in back and risk getting into a conversation that would make me late. So, I drove to the meeting, figuring that I'd find a lot nearby. Yeah, right. No such thing in that neighborhood.
Finally, after circling the super block that is Mount Sinai Medical Center, I pulled into their garage and hot footed it a few blocks north for my meeting.
Fast forward through an uneventful meeting. Now, I have my car nearby and am feeling guilty about the missing folder. I should have searched her room the night before says my heart and my brain chirps in "um ... you could go home and look for it." And I did. And I found it. In under 5 minutes. And, because I am a serious geek, I shouted "I AM SUPER MOMMY!" over and over to the empty apartment. Then I called Mike and left a voice mail to that effect. Then I shouted it some more. Then Maria came in and I figured I should stop being such a dork.
Then I called work and determined that they really did not need me for the last two hours of the day. So I sat on the floor by our All-in-one printer and copied the contents of the folder. Page by page.
And then I got back in the car (now clad in jeans instead of my work slacks) and head uptown to this place:
Yup, the new one, just blocks from my next stop -- Knitty City. between the two, my wallet was just a tad lighter.
Then I set out for my usual Wednesday rendezvous with my daughter. And made her VERY happy.
While waiting for her to finish her class, I finished this hat for Papa Squid.
Won't lose him anytime soon.
Mike decided to break out the Futurama Socks yesterday, in honor of the series release on DVD.
After riding to work in them, he has decided that Zoidberg belongs on the left otherwise his tentacles risk getting caught in the bike chain.
Yes, he really did ride to work like that. Just wait until he breaks out the Kang and Kodos socks!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
SUPER MOMMY!!!
Faster then a cross town bus.
More powerful then a nasty rumor.
Able to find lost objects in five minutes flat!
LOOK! Down in the kitchen. (No, wait! Mommy would never be found in the kitchen.)
It's a spinner, it's a knitter, it's SUPER MOMMY!!!
Yes, it's Super Mommy. Strange visitor from another planet who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of normal mommies.
Super Mommy, who can find your folder, wash your gym shorts and knit a hat;
And who, disguised as Mama Squid,
Mild mannered Assistant Principal for a Major Metropolitan High School,
Fights a never ending battle for Truth, Justice and Warm Feet.
More powerful then a nasty rumor.
Able to find lost objects in five minutes flat!
LOOK! Down in the kitchen. (No, wait! Mommy would never be found in the kitchen.)
It's a spinner, it's a knitter, it's SUPER MOMMY!!!
Yes, it's Super Mommy. Strange visitor from another planet who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of normal mommies.
Super Mommy, who can find your folder, wash your gym shorts and knit a hat;
And who, disguised as Mama Squid,
Mild mannered Assistant Principal for a Major Metropolitan High School,
Fights a never ending battle for Truth, Justice and Warm Feet.
***
Go ahead, ASK!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Ode to My Aunt
Blackberries
My trips to my Aunt's house were like blackberries
With their sweetness and tartness
I loved seeing my family
My aunt, uncle and cousin
Sweet, like the blackberries across the road
And even in the winter,
The sweetness of the blackberries remains
I love you Aunt Marni! Happy birthday and may you have many more!
-Squidette
My trips to my Aunt's house were like blackberries
With their sweetness and tartness
I loved seeing my family
My aunt, uncle and cousin
Sweet, like the blackberries across the road
And even in the winter,
The sweetness of the blackberries remains
I love you Aunt Marni! Happy birthday and may you have many more!
-Squidette
Ode to My Elder Sister
When we were kids
And birthday's came.
I often thought,
It's all the same.
For many years
Our cakes were one.
And yet it was,
Still such fun.
Now at times,
We're apart.
And our husbands work
To do their part.
.... Umm ... at this point I realized that 1. my brain is fried, 2. I am not very good at writing poetry, and 3., that an excellent poet is attempting to go to sleep in a nearby bedroom.
Yo, Squidette! Help me out!
And birthday's came.
I often thought,
It's all the same.
For many years
Our cakes were one.
And yet it was,
Still such fun.
Now at times,
We're apart.
And our husbands work
To do their part.
.... Umm ... at this point I realized that 1. my brain is fried, 2. I am not very good at writing poetry, and 3., that an excellent poet is attempting to go to sleep in a nearby bedroom.
Yo, Squidette! Help me out!
Yum!
I have to admit it. I love my family.
(Cross stitch present courtesy of Little Squid who diligently worked on it throughout our delightful dinner together, tonight. What a wonderful dining companion my son is.)
(Cross stitch present courtesy of Little Squid who diligently worked on it throughout our delightful dinner together, tonight. What a wonderful dining companion my son is.)
Birthdays!
Presents In
(Pretty tea canisters from my big sister, CD from Mike and poem from Squidette)
Presents Out
(Envelope containing b'day and chanuckah presents to big sis and nephew, box containing, very belated, b'day and, early, chanuckah, presents to youngest niece.)
Tomorrow, an ode to my big sis.
(Pretty tea canisters from my big sister, CD from Mike and poem from Squidette)
Presents Out
(Envelope containing b'day and chanuckah presents to big sis and nephew, box containing, very belated, b'day and, early, chanuckah, presents to youngest niece.)Monday, November 26, 2007
I Have Decreed ...
because I am a beneficent mother, and because there are battles not worth fighting, that I will no longer make socks for my daughter. Instead, I will make for me and share freely.
Hey, her feet are only going to keep growing for a few more years and mine have stopped. Why make more socks for her to grow out of when I can make them all in my size and we can both wear them? Then, by the time she goes off to college, I will have enough, in the proper size, to send her off with.
What say you?
Hey, her feet are only going to keep growing for a few more years and mine have stopped. Why make more socks for her to grow out of when I can make them all in my size and we can both wear them? Then, by the time she goes off to college, I will have enough, in the proper size, to send her off with.
What say you?
Free Range Socks
Apparently we are now in that stage where Mama's clothing is up for grabs. Just look at the socks below -- then look at the person wearing them. Take a good look, I'll wait.
Looked hard enough yet? Notice something about the person wearing them? Yeah, it's not me. And those are my socks! Apparently they were in her sock drawer. Hmm ... I think she's plotting with Maria ... and maybe the turtles.
Looked hard enough yet? Notice something about the person wearing them? Yeah, it's not me. And those are my socks! Apparently they were in her sock drawer. Hmm ... I think she's plotting with Maria ... and maybe the turtles.
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