Babies, Quilts and Goats
Gratuitous baby pic. You know you like it. If not, pretend. My baby is cuter than all other babies on the planet (except YOURS of course.)
I finally got some fabric to start this quilt I have needed to make for over six months. I was going to make a traditional quilt, but I really can not sit at the sewing machine for very long. I got a hare brained idea to make a modern baby quilt, so started looking at pictures on Flickr and other places. I didn’t see a quilt exactly like this, but I saw a few in the spirit of this quilt. I just hope it turns out cute. What can go wrong when you have little orange pill boxes on pink like that? I love that fabric. Ignore the bright pink on the sides. I am using another quilt as a template/design wall/roll up thingee-ma-jig and it is bound in that bright pink.
I just hope I am able to keep everything straight enough. It was easy to cut out the rectangles since I only had to measure width instead of length. I find I have a hard time sewing straight when I do things by row, though. I tend to prefer to do blocks of two then four then eight and so forth until I get a whole quilt. Less screw-uppy that way.
Great. I just heard a turd. I guess you know what I’m going to go do now. Bah-hum bug.
I think I have FINALLY cured Elsa’s never ending diaper rash. I slapped half a jar of Vaseline on her butt and stuck her in a disposable diaper last night. She’s looking much better today. If she’d just stop pooping she’d be fine. This child poops more than an elephant.
Does an elephant poop a lot?
Are we really talking about elephant poop?
We need to talk about goat poop.
Erik has been cast as a goat in his class puppet show and he is pissed. Beyond pissed. Sad, cranky, angry. Not happy.
I think we’re going to eat some goat cheese this weekend. Maybe I will even try to figure out if there is a way to make ice cream out of goat’s milk. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? We have an ice cream maker. It sucks and I hate using it, but if it meant he wasn’t going to have a melt-down during his performance I’d drag it out and fill it up with goat’s milk.
Oh dear.
I think Elsa just figured out how to change the outgoing message on our answering machine. Even I haven’t been able to figure that out. Maybe I better go parent instead of telling you about goat ice cream and elephant poop.
bethany actually said,
March 4, 2011 @ 9:02 pm
My friend Erin loves goats and wants to own some! She used to send a little email newsletter with interesting stories about goats that she found online. I should see if she still has any of those and I could forward one to you to share with Erik.
Erin said,
March 4, 2011 @ 10:06 pm
I do have a few Goat Times newsletters I started as a funny little thing because I LOVE goats! If you would like, I would be happy to email you the newsletters. They are only a few pages each, and I didn’t really write any of the material – I just get articles about goats that people send me & stick them in. The best park though is that there are some great goat photos. I have one of a boy jumping on a trampoline with a goat. Maybe your boy would like that?
Jealous of your son,
Erin