Lack of sleep causes lots of talk.
I can't sleep. I hate that. When you lay down and start thinking about your big plans for the next five years or which color curtains would match best in the kitchen. My main reason for getting out of bed and coming to the computer just now was to look around for the best deal on a Polaroid camera. What?
I guess it all stemmed from my initial thoughts on how little skills I have. And as for the ones I can claim, I don't really excel in them. I like to sew, but I'm just okay at it. Well, compared to most I probably stink at it. For whatever reason, I can't cut or sew (neither by hand nor machine) in a straight line. I'm just one of those people that honestly tries to paint, but no matter what I do, all of my colors end up looking like mud. Something that I wish I learned to get over sooner is giving up prematurely. I took up piano at the age of 11. I went at it for a good month and ended up quitting because I just couldn't play in the key of F. No kidding. My dad actually bought me a piano, and I gave it all up due to my frustration over the key of F. Same with guitar. My dad's a good guitar player and to this day, continues to offer me lessons. I decided to give it a try at age 9. I quit before I could even play chords. Never played sports, never got into making crafts (though my mother is an excellent seamstress, etc.). I liked photography a lot in high school and still do, but the same goes with that as I explained up above. I'm just okay at it. In my own opinion, at least.
With all of that said, my dad stumbled upon an accordion and it is now in my possession. I've been telling Evan for the past year or so that I'd really like to learn how to play this instrument. We've both guessed that the chances of finding someone to give you accordion lessons around these parts are pretty slim, so I picked up this little DVD on Amazon. It got rave reviews, so I look forward to its arrival. I'd really like, for once, to learn how to play an instrument. And well. I don't care if it takes me 10 years to nail some sweet polka tunes. I'm doing it this time.
In craft-related news, I finally finished Jacob's quilt. The one I started before he was even born. The only problem is now that I've finished it, I see that it's too small to cover up his 16-month old body. Since I have a good amount of extra fabric, I've decided to rip some of it apart (once again) and super size it. I also just recently completed a lovely paper (I mean plastic) bag holder/dispenser. Liv and I once expressed our frustration with our paper (plastic rather) bag "banks" and coveted my mother-in-law's neat little holder/dispenser that she picked up from a white elephant years ago. So I made one out of some heavy fabric that I was once going to use to cover the ottoman in our living room. And in less than 30 minutes! However, when I was going to load in my gazillion paper bags, the handle broke. I'm also knitting some cute booties and a sweet little apple hat for the second cutest baby in the world (:P), Evie Rose.
I really, really, really love Jacob's age and personality right now. It makes me loathe going to work and slack off with discipline. Go 'head, rebuke me. I know. It's terrible. Just this evening, we gave him a little Sprite with his dinner. Afterward, he put on a total sugar-induced show for us. It involved spinning around and around until he would fall and get up again, wearing nothing but a diaper, blue socks, and sunglasses. He did this completely on his own, too. We never did ring-around-the-rosey or anything before. He also kinda tries to recite some of the prayers we say in church. It's really just monotonous jabber and "dah"s. He doesn't really say anything at all right now. I think he says "mommy". It's like "maameemaamee" but he only says it when he's whining and even when he's reaching for Evan. He does try though. He's been helping me with housework lately. His favorite household cleaning items are the dustpan, the feather duster, and the two mops. Just today, I handed him all of the items from the washer and he proudly and resolutely placed each and every one into the dryer for me. Life moves way too fast.
I guess it all stemmed from my initial thoughts on how little skills I have. And as for the ones I can claim, I don't really excel in them. I like to sew, but I'm just okay at it. Well, compared to most I probably stink at it. For whatever reason, I can't cut or sew (neither by hand nor machine) in a straight line. I'm just one of those people that honestly tries to paint, but no matter what I do, all of my colors end up looking like mud. Something that I wish I learned to get over sooner is giving up prematurely. I took up piano at the age of 11. I went at it for a good month and ended up quitting because I just couldn't play in the key of F. No kidding. My dad actually bought me a piano, and I gave it all up due to my frustration over the key of F. Same with guitar. My dad's a good guitar player and to this day, continues to offer me lessons. I decided to give it a try at age 9. I quit before I could even play chords. Never played sports, never got into making crafts (though my mother is an excellent seamstress, etc.). I liked photography a lot in high school and still do, but the same goes with that as I explained up above. I'm just okay at it. In my own opinion, at least.
With all of that said, my dad stumbled upon an accordion and it is now in my possession. I've been telling Evan for the past year or so that I'd really like to learn how to play this instrument. We've both guessed that the chances of finding someone to give you accordion lessons around these parts are pretty slim, so I picked up this little DVD on Amazon. It got rave reviews, so I look forward to its arrival. I'd really like, for once, to learn how to play an instrument. And well. I don't care if it takes me 10 years to nail some sweet polka tunes. I'm doing it this time.
In craft-related news, I finally finished Jacob's quilt. The one I started before he was even born. The only problem is now that I've finished it, I see that it's too small to cover up his 16-month old body. Since I have a good amount of extra fabric, I've decided to rip some of it apart (once again) and super size it. I also just recently completed a lovely paper (I mean plastic) bag holder/dispenser. Liv and I once expressed our frustration with our paper (plastic rather) bag "banks" and coveted my mother-in-law's neat little holder/dispenser that she picked up from a white elephant years ago. So I made one out of some heavy fabric that I was once going to use to cover the ottoman in our living room. And in less than 30 minutes! However, when I was going to load in my gazillion paper bags, the handle broke. I'm also knitting some cute booties and a sweet little apple hat for the second cutest baby in the world (:P), Evie Rose.
I really, really, really love Jacob's age and personality right now. It makes me loathe going to work and slack off with discipline. Go 'head, rebuke me. I know. It's terrible. Just this evening, we gave him a little Sprite with his dinner. Afterward, he put on a total sugar-induced show for us. It involved spinning around and around until he would fall and get up again, wearing nothing but a diaper, blue socks, and sunglasses. He did this completely on his own, too. We never did ring-around-the-rosey or anything before. He also kinda tries to recite some of the prayers we say in church. It's really just monotonous jabber and "dah"s. He doesn't really say anything at all right now. I think he says "mommy". It's like "maameemaamee" but he only says it when he's whining and even when he's reaching for Evan. He does try though. He's been helping me with housework lately. His favorite household cleaning items are the dustpan, the feather duster, and the two mops. Just today, I handed him all of the items from the washer and he proudly and resolutely placed each and every one into the dryer for me. Life moves way too fast.