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I have moved my blog. You can use this link, or drive yourself over to www.onemoreproject.net. It's still a work in progress, but that's where I'll be posting from now on. Thanks for joining me!

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These last few weeks have been interesting ones here around the house. Bobby is going through another amazing and surprising explosion of learning. He has learned to very clearly and decisively say, "no." He doesn't yell it, or say it really snottily, he just says it with a straight, matter-of-fact: no. He (usually) doesn't pitch a fit about whatever it is either, and I suspect he is often

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Bobby never ceases to amaze me. He is learning new words quickly and unpredictably (I didn't realize "drool" was something he'd latch onto so quickly). He is also very observant and I think if he were taller would probably be able to get up enough strength to open the baby-proofed refrigerator door. He knows who sits where, which side of the bed is mine and which is dada's. He knows his name and

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It's not the weekend anymore, but I have pictures. They were taken this weekend (mostly) and I just didn't get downstairs to download and post them. To start with, I think I have "startitis." I have plenty that needs finishing:Buttons on two baby sweatersneckband on Bobby's sweaterRibbing, armholes, and neckband on Bobby's vestAnd, I have plenty to work on that I enjoy and am really looking

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Thing Not Working #1:I think it has something to do with weekend exhaustion, usually eating out on Friday night, and falling asleep for 3 hours while getting Bobby to sleep, but Photo Friday, just doesn't really seem to, I don't know, happen. So, I've decided for the sake of my guilty conscience to just try every weekend to get pictures up from the week. It won't always happen, I'm sure. Things

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Working with teenagers makes me so happy I'm no longer one. It's a great feeling to walk into a high school and really not give a rip that I don't have the latest clothes, haircut, boyfriend, highest grades, or whatever form of comparison and ranking they are choosing to use. It's good, because for some reason (I like to think it's that I'm very approachable) many of my students apparently feel

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I am pretty crazy happy with these socks. I was intimidated by the pattern. I was even more intimidated when I read about other people's experiences with them. I had trouble with the chart in the beginning. I thought I was going to run out of yarn. But, this is one project that totally went right.(Well, except that they weren't done on time, which led to giving Joe a Christmas present of a single

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This year (at least the first wo days of it) seems to be about organization for a lot of people. I've noticed a good bit of talk on Ravelry and in day-to-day conversations about downsizing, getting things together, finishing things that have stagnated, cleaning up, and putting away. I'm no different. I'm very interested in having a more peaceful looking house. (By that I mean one where the yarn

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2009 went out with a bang for us. Well, not a literal bang, luckily, but an exciting event. Last night we almost hit a moose. By almost I mean the headlights illuminated it's gigantic legs right as it was about to walk into our front bumper. Bob swerved around it, while throwing his arm across me. (I, of course, was very helpful and screamed...) We are both so thankful that no one, including the

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This Christmas was an interesting one. At 5 in the morning my eyes popped open when I realized I had no pan to cook the ham in. The only pan that would work for was currently housing one of three large batches of cookies from the day before. Later that became a smaller problem beside finding a ham that would work for this year (ideally one that had not been in the freezer for at least twice the

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It's Christmas Eve and quiet and peaceful. Bobby is going to bed, we had a great time with the first family we are seeing, and we're ready and looking forward to tomorrow. Today was quiet (perhaps even a tad lonely) when Bob took Bobby with him on his "covert operations," and left me at the house to get things finished. They were gone for most of the day, but seemed in very good spirits when they

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Bob said something profound to me tonight: "I'm not saying life is black and white, but I think sometimes we invent new colors." I obviously get a bit wrapped up in the whole Christmas season. I love the music, the lights, the time, the weather, the excuse to knit, the giving of gifts, the paper, the stockings, the wreaths, all of it. It glows and glitters in my little fantasy world of what

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I had a to-do list. It was broken down into days and those were broken down into while Bobby was awake and while Bobby was asleep times. Yeah. I made that list while I was pretty rested, done with grades early, no big plans for the four weekdays before Christmas and a manageably small list of things to finish. Then I went and changed part of it. I wanted Bobby's vest to be moved up on the list,

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I have one assignment left to grade. It's the final for my writing class and I only have one page of the objective portion and then their short essays and I'm done. I'll be free from grading for two whole weeks. I am so excited that we have almost a full week before Christmas. We'll be able to rest, enjoy time with friends and family, and get stuff done!I scaled back my Christmas gift making

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My little girl will be swathed in pink and lace knitting during her first few days. I thoroughly enjoy the blues and browns and greens and tans and bright oranges and reds that Bobby digs and that are available for the little boys out there. I'm also not into forcing gender preferences on people. Some boys like pink and some girls don't. And, if there is any color that is a lightening rod for the

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1. Edgar Allan Poe may have had a chimney, because while Bobby and I were napping there definitely came some rapping and tapping in our house. There was a bird (I'm certain of it" in our chimney. I never knew that could happen and it totally freaked me out.2. I need to vacuum under Bobby's crib more, because it builds character he likes to push things underneath it and then shimmy under it to

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I think I have figured out (to a point) my sudden rash of new projects and sleepless nights. Things are changing around here. We've bought a house and are still trying to settle in, Bobby is getting older and more able to communicate, I'm pregnant (and if that's not its whole own bundle of change than I don't know what is), and our friends are leaving the country (not just the state, mind you, no

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I had a really funny conversation with a parent today when I was asked, very seriously, and for good reason, whether or not I teach rocket science. The answer to that, is certainly, "no." And my internal response is, "What do you teach in rocket science?" I think it's an actual science elective, whether it's at my school or Bob's, I'm not sure. But I am positive I've laughed about it with Bob. I

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Our friends are leaving. I am in denial. Instead of talking about how much they mean to me or how much I will miss them both, I am going to talk about knitting and Bobby. Things that are staying here for the time being. I have finished the bottom half of Bobby's new vest. It is long enough for decency, short enough to avert laughter. I am going to start the front and back after consulting with my

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So I swatched in color work and the width is just about right on. The length, however, is not. I'm pretty sure that the shirtdress went out in the 80's and is now only acceptable (according to marketers, that is, I'm not really sold on them) on super-skinny high school girls. So, with that in mind, the vest back that I have knit which, when held to his his back, unblocked and without edging of

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I have finished the knitting on the back of Bobby's vest. It's a bit bigger than I had thought it would be. My gauge swatch and actual gauge disagreed, but only a little. So, I think he'll end up with an attached I-cord around the bottom so it's not tunic length. I'm going to weave in ends and block it tomorrow before heading onto the front. We'll see how big it is then...

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I love cables. I think they are beautiful and clever and sophisticated and interesting. I've wanted to knit something with cables for a while that's more than just your standard 2 over 2, but haven't found anything that I like, that will like me (the whole pregnancy body-image thing is getting to me- lame), and that I have time to knit (the holidays are, after all, here). So, I thought I would

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As I'm typing this post we're at my parents' house. Bobby is downstairs with Bob, Papa and Aunt Aubrey (whose name comes out something like "Aubra" but close enough) playing with something that clinks like glass, but I'm sure it isn't. I brought along some knitting since I can usually snag some time in between his rounds with other more interesting people he doesn't see everyday.Sure enough I was

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You get stuck in one and it just wants to keep sucking you back in. It sees how full your life is and wants a little bit of that for itself and before you know it weeks and weeks have passed and you've been spending it in a sort of holding pattern. At least, that's what it looks like to the outside world. Fact is, we've been up to a lot. When my students ask for make-up work I always give them a

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There were two weeks in my life that just sort of disappeared. I'm not entirely certain where they went. I think it had something to do with being eaten by end of quarter grades, parent conferences, home renovation drama, Bobby illness, Halloween and the cutest little dinosaur ever (pics later), lack of sleep, errands, the start of November and NaNoWriMo, the start of a new school quarter, and

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I'm including (mostly) brief explanations, because I hear that telepathic connections may not be as accurate via the internet. Something about competing bandwidth...This week I attended two of a set of three spinning classes. The last is tomorrow. The classes were done by the Anchorage Weavers & Spinners Guild, which I have joined. These first two pictures are from the first night. They gave us

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One of the things I love about teaching are the things students say. That and the unique views of the world I get in almost every bit of writing they turn in. Seeing as how I believe in process, practice, and lots of chances and drafts I get to read a lot of their writing, and they always reveal more than they intend to, and I'm very good at reading into things. Very, very good. Just ask Bob. My

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So, I haven't been blogging much. I've thought about it, and even started a few posts, but always got pulled away. And, there are those Friday posts that haven't been happening for a couple of reasons. The biggest one is that recently I haven't had anything to show for my time. Key word being show. I've been doing plenty. I've been teaching. I've been parenting. I've been reading. I've been doing

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I've mentioned several times before that I have many "hobbies" (though I prefer to think of them as "interests", "passions", or when I'm really getting into it with someone "callings"), and that my commitment to (read: utter obsession with) them waxes and wanes. Sometimes I want to knit all day and at the beginning of this summer, when Sock Summit was coming and I had no socks, all I wanted to do

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Bobby is combining signs and vocal words. It makes for quite the song and dance. I imagine it takes a good bit of intestinal fortitude to claim that the book you recently published is, "flawlessly structured." I understand the need for confidence and a bit of audacity, but come on isn't that a bit much?My sophomores self-segregated in the computer lab today: all the boys in one cluster, all the

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Apparently blogging more than twice in a week is physically impossible for me right now. This week started out promising, but when the whole family succumbed to a cold it was all over. Bob was sick in the early part of the week, Bobby and I got it Wednesday night. We powered through Thursday, but Friday I took a sick day to try to rest and take care of Bobby. More experienced parents out there

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Here I am half way through the week and I haven't written since Saturday. I'm trying to be satisfied with at least this much. Particularly because this half has been a bit busier than normal. On Monday we had our heat fixed. Because we bought our house in the summer we couldn't tell right away that the heat wasn't working. The heating system had been checked before we bought it and we didn't need

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So, maybe you've noticed (maybe you haven't, but I sure have) that I haven't been very good about blogging regularly. Something about buying a house, moving, Sock Summit, minor remodeling, school starting, and the myriad little things of life have made blogging take a back seat for a while. I've been trying (in that I think about it and feel horribly guilty when it doesn't happen) to keep up on

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I'm moving this week's Photo Friday to Saturday so I can post all sorts of pictures of Bobby's fist time at the state fair!

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So, the lever knitting isn't going as well as I had hoped it would. I've been practicing. I've been trying to only use lever knitting in the hopes that it would force me to learn more quickly, make the change, and get it over with. I knit dishcloths. Four dishcloths to be exact. Two are green, two are blue. I used straight needles. I like the needles I was using. They're Brittany Birch and I use

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This year I tried something new with my classes during the first couple of days. And I've found it very educational. In the past I've done the syllabus and rules on the first day. I always get so excited to meet the students, but then I feel exhausted from talking all class period and disenchanted by the glazed, bored faces staring back at me (or at the clock on the wall). I so much want them to

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Tomorrow is the first day of school with students. I'm not entirely ready, but I'm also not too nervous about it either. I was up at school until about 5 this afternoon with Bobby running amok and Bob helping to paper over some of my windows. (You may ask why I would want windows covered. Good question. It's because they're windows to another room. And I'm not excited about seeing lots of other

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My favorite class at Sock Summit was the Knitting for Speed and Efficiency class taught by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee. It was three hours full of interesting information and practice time on lever knitting. As a recovering perfectionist it was great to hear her speech about how long it takes to learn new habits. I taught my sister to knit last year and like all new knitters she got frustrated. But,

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I am home from Sock Summit. It feels very good to be home after 5 days away from Bob and my new house. But, it felt so sad leaving the Summit. Luckily there was a lot going on here and the business has helped me from dwelling too much on the sadness I feel now that the Summit is over. It was incredible. I can't explain how amazing and overwhelmingly wonderful it was, but here's a taste. I teared

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So, it's blurry, but it's so totally us with the Yarn Harlot! (I'm on the left of the picture.) We've been having fun, mostly. On the flight down Bobby decided his first plane ride was so boring he would sleep through the whole thing. No complaints here! But, while he slept his body betrayed him and started forcing out not one, not two, but three new teeth. Upside: he'll have 4 on top and 4 on

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We closed a week early on our house. It's a bit much, very much more than I planned, but working out quite well overall. However, it means that the camera is packed... somewhere, and the house is full of boxes that were a bit last minute, because I thought I would have another week. When I get pictures (and an internet connection that isn't "borrowed" like the one I'm on now, not sure where it's

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So, I decided that instead of tormenting myself and still accomplishing nothing I would just give in and sew. Because of packing and moving the majority of my craft stuff is exceptionally organized. So, I primed my sewing pump with some napkins I'd been meaning to make for a while. It was nice to get something finished, and I think my edge stitching is getting better! With the encouragement of a

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I am going to this great knitting conference, I'm enthusiastic about the subject matter, I'm excited about the classes, I'm eager for the time to relax, but I am stressed out over not having any knit socks to wear while I'm there. The two pairs I've knit for myself are house socks and so way too thick to wear in shoes and all the rest have been given away. But have I knit any socks? Nope. None.

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We've had some beautiful weather for about the past week and while it's muggy enough to obscure the mountains it's still amazing to be outside. We've been taking Bobby along as well, because while he thinks he is very independent and is wanting to do more and more things on his own each day, he can't stay home without us. So we took him downtown on the 4th of July to see his very first parade. I

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I just took an introduction to machine quilting class. The idea is that now I can get some quilt tops turned into actual quilts. I don't have a single bed-size quilt in my house because I have trouble saying, "I made it!" when I didn't do all of it. I would feel obligated to say, "I made the top, but so-an-so did the quilting." And then it wouldn't feel entirely like my quilt. So, instead I have

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I don't always have a lot of spare time to just surf the web. I have a set number of places I usually go, things I do, and then I'm off to play with Bobby, cook, knit, sew, pick up (okay, not often, but sometimes), run errands, or any of the other myriad things that life involves. But, since I've been procrastinating on this whole packing thing, I suddenly found myself with several free hours

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For the past few days, for a reason I don't know or understand, I've been thinking a lot about the stocking I started for my mom for Christmas last year. In my zeal to have it ready for the actual day I stayed up really late and had it almost done. But, just not quite, so it sat as it was the day of Christmas for 6 months. Then last night I picked it up again. For some reason, I keep thinking

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For pretty much all of my knitting life I have lived in fear of one thing: grafting, also known by that menacing name, kitchener stitch. The only time I didn't fear this thing was during the first few months I was knitting and I didn't know it existed. Then I read about it while trying to finish something. I don't even remember what anymore, but it was bad. Really bad. It looked like I had given

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So, after my little pity party yesterday I made a few decisions. 1. I really need to be organized if I am going to take full advantage of the time I do have to craft. If I spend 20 of my 45 minutes just looking for all the tools and materials I needs because I don't have them put in their special places then it's not a wonder that I feel like I'm wasting time. Because, after all, I am wasting

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I have several projects going right now: a pair of socks for Bobby, a fair isle practice hat, a lace-patterned scarf, a whisper cardigan, a simple tote bag, several skirts, a fabric train set, a lap quilt, a table runner, a wall quilt, and some curtains (though those are relatively far in the future, I can tell). The trouble is none of them is really cast-on or started. You see, I've been

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Over the past few days I have experienced several pleasant surprises. Working backwards, this evening we took a drive before Bobby's bedtime and decided to stop for ice cream. He is an ice cream hound and will sit in his car seat frantically signing,"please" and calling our names until we give him some. Then he sort of licks at it, but still isn't entirely certain how to eat it. The cone, on the

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A friend of mine mentioned doing a post each week that was only pictures. I like the idea for several reasons, not the least of which is that then I would be obligated to actually post at least once a week. And because it's at the end of the week I can catch up on the things I missed along the way. So here is my first "Photo* Friday" post (the English teacher in me just couldn't do "foto")!*the

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Adventure #1Summer usually means construction up here, and lots of it everywhere. So it was not a surprise that we ran into some while heading home yesterday. We were taking a back route away from a toy store and were diverted down an unfamiliar road. Unexpectedly, Bob exclaimed, "Olive?!" and got really excited (would you have expected that?). Now, he doesn't like to eat olives, so I knew he

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As I mentioned before, I am going to Sock Summit in August and feeling a bit inadequate for the classes I will be able to take there. So, I asked my ever-wise knitting teacher and she suggested I try knitting this hat from Charlene Schurch's book Hats On! It is a Turkish stitch pattern that uses a different kind of cuff than we're usually used to seeing. In most hats here in the States we use a

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We're looking at buying our first home and through that and a variety of previous experiences I've learned that labor is generally not cheap. In some parts of the world, and at certain points in time it is relatively inexpensive, but as a general rule it's the biggest cost in getting things done. But there is a difference in understanding and experiencing a phenomenon firsthand. Enter, the monkey

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The last time I blogged was a Friday. The next day Bob and I (and Bobby, he's independent, but not that independent) went looking at houses. The weather here has been beautiful: clear and hot with a light wind to keep you from totally baking. But that morning it was cool and overcast. It made me feel better that we weren't wasting some of our precious few sunny days on looking at houses. We've

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While Bobby has been amazing me with his new experiences, I have been amazing myself with my productivity! I've been sewing and knitting a good bit and though I've had a few setbacks I'm still pretty happy with my progress!I started that new Whisper Cardigan. I love the yarn. It has reminded me of how much I love knitting with alpaca. The way it practically caresses your fingers as it slides

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I completely neglected to take pictures, but Bobby has had a few firsts in the past couple of days. It's amazing to me the number of experiences he has that are new.Working backwards, this evening he went out for a stroll in the rain. It was light enough near our house so we strapped him in, put on our rain jackets, and tried out the new rain cover we have for his stroller. He liked running his

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This last week has been kind of crazy. There is the whole schedule issue with Bobby, but aside from that there have been other exciting and slightly ridiculous things happening as well. To start, a bit of almost old news in the knitting world: Sock Summit registration happened on Tuesday. It was amazing. I was there and ready and hoping desperately that I would get the classes I wanted with the

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As a teacher I have literally been in school since I was 5 years old. Little did that small girl in the blue dress, pig-tails, holding a Holly Hobby lunch box know that that first day of morning session Kindergarten would lead her to a lifetime (so far) of school scheduling. It always feels odd to participate in activities from the school year during the summer and for several years when I had a

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Bob is back, so the whole family is together again! Bobby and I are both very happy. We went out to dinner to celebrate his return and Bobby couldn't get enough of him. He showed off his new chewing abilities. It's amazing, impressive, and a mite scary how quickly he cottoned on to the whole eating thing once he decided he liked it. It's funny though, he apparently thinks ice is food. He was

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Bob has been out of town for the past week and while I have missed him greatly, I think I managed to "drown" my sorrows a bit today. This may be a sign of addiction, but since it's not interfering with life (too much), yet I'm not overly worried. Today I went out to several quilts and yarn stores in an attempt to purchase several of the blocks for the 2009 Great Alaska Shop Hop quilt. The quilt

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Bobby had his first hair cut on Wednesday. He did an amazing job! He sat on his daddy's lap and didn't cry or scream. He whimpered a little bit and squirmed like crazy, but that just meant the cut was a little uneven in a few spots. He left with his ears and eyes unharmed and even had his first taste of a sucker. It was mango flavored and he loved it. He drooled all over Bob and himself trying

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Today was a day of extremes: extreme crafting, extreme crying, extreme walking, extreme laughing and giggling, extremely beautiful weather, extreme hours, and extreme fatigue brought on by being so very extreme all day.We started with a baby shower for a lovely new little girl and her lovely parents. I thoroughly enjoyed being able to see the new arrival, and Bobby was able to meet a few young

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No, I'm just a lazy bum who couldn't seem to get herself downstairs to actually write anything on the only computer that has everything I need to post to the blog (the pictures, videos, not-quite-so-skittish internet connection, etc). And, with the improving weather we've been out and about a bit more, so I haven't been home quite as much. Luckily I can say that I haven't been totally lazy. If

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This weekend flew right past us. Sunday night I wasn't entirely certain where the time had really gone to. But one part I'm very sure of: Bobby is walking like a mad man now! He has been taking a few tentative steps with lots of pauses in between for about 3 weeks now, but on Saturday night something clicked, it all came together, and he started walking. When he wants to go somewhere fast he

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In my second period class, my students are doing a pretty formal study of poetry, and to keep them from getting bogged down in the minutia and encourage their creativity I have them writing odes. We read Pablo Neruda's "Ode to Tomatoes" then I asked them to pick some thing or some place and sing its praises in such a way that made me want it in my life, too. I hate tomatoes, but reading Neruda's

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Because this Saturday was the first day of Spring, because I am so over this winter, because I've been wanting to make skirts for a while, and because I had a free little bit of time, I made a skirt this weekend. I gleefully cut and sewed for about an hour and half thinking of how warm the weather would be getting soon, how nice it felt sitting with our feet in the sun through the window, all the

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He scales the heightsof all shapes and sizes,discovers new ways to crawl without tripping over his burp rag,using his ninja skills,romances the ladies, and modestly cheers his own accomplishments.He is Mr. Mobility and he is so cool.

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I had plans to blog frequently during Spring Break, but on Saturday night I met my match and have been obsessed since then. First, I finished the hat I had started (finally getting past the ribbing) and love the stranded pattern. I might knit one of these for myself eventually. After getting those hats finished and to their intended recipients, I started my Whisper Cardigan and love it. I started

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I wish I could blame my lack of posting, or really any sort of electronic contact with the world outside my home, on technical difficulties. No, I've just been reading and sleeping, and knitting, and thinking of way too many things I want to do, but probably won't find the time to get done. I have, though, been thinking of blogging. I thought of it often, just didn't sit down to do it. I was sick

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I haven't finished anything big lately. This weekend and past few days I've done a bunch of little projects that while small are still exciting! And, interestingly enough all were finished on Monday!First, I dyed a sock blank. A sock blank is essentially a double-stranded, stockinette swatch. Ater you dye it, you can unravel it to knit two identical socks! Pretty neat! It was my first time dyeing

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I have been having an internal debate: if you are starting a project for someone, do you tell them?I have a tendency to get so excited about what I'm making and working on and how perfect it's going to be and how wonderfully suited for the recipient and all of the other things that are so great about it, that I'm just bursting to tell them everything. But, what if you tell them, make your plans,

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I have been obsessed with skirts lately. All I seem to want to do is sew, knit, think about, and wear skirts. I think it's a sign that really I want summer. I'm sure it's some sort of emotional transfer or something: during the summer I can wear skirts whenever I want (without fear of frostbite), I'm wanting the weather of summer so I'm wanting the clothing that goes with it. Makes sense, right?

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So, I finally decided to make a few new year's resolutions. These are not commitments I have made lightly. I've been thinking about them for a while and was trying to figure out a way to better myself but keep it (life) reasonable at the same time. Especially since the addition of a baby makes life a bit more unmanageable at times, I knew that if I made my resolutions too big and then failed on

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Sorry, forgot to mention this: I'm on Twitter (thus the new feed on the right side bar) under the name "onemoreproject".

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At the beginning of this school year I quickly discovered that my new classroom didn't have a pencil sharpener. This was definitely the low point in a series of steps down. During my student teaching year, the teacher whose room I was in had an electric sharpener. It was nice to have in the mornings. It was fast and easy, but it was really noisy. And, much to my amazement, I saw the students

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I've had a couple of things on my mind lately and thought I'd share them briefly. Well, I've had more than just these two things, but these are crafting related, and all I really have time to talk about before heading to work.First, I have a friend that spins and dyes (though not necessarily in that order) her own yarn. It is beautiful and inspiring, and while I thought, "Yeah, I could do some

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I am going to talk about a few little things that are pretty much entirely unrelated. I will, however, try to manage some rough transitions; no promises. First, Bobby is teaching me how amazing human beings truly are. It wasn't until now, as I watch him grow and learn, that I realized how much coordination and thought has to go into almost everything we do. Walking for example, is one tough nut

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These finished projects were sponsored by my lovely husband who watched Bobby for a full 2 hours straight and then was willing to pause the TV show we were watching while the sewing machine was going!Book for BobbyLap Quilt Top (still hanging from my ironing board)

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I'm not sure yet, but I feel something good coming on. I think maybe, just maybe, I might getting a small case of "finish-it-up-itis." (And, that would be the sound of my mother rejoicing and the ice crackling in the underworld.) For some reason, I really want to get things finished. I have lots of plans and I keep thinking things along the lines of, "Ooh, when I finish that project I can start

leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18117228008582504353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519072381601646397.post-429568724657168722009-02-01T09:11:00.005-09:002009-02-09T18:54:23.000-09:00

All the wonderful things that will flow from this, the last of my Christmas presents. It is truly a thing of beauty. Taking my sewing surface from this 7.5"X6.5" to this 18"x24"

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My finger is healing up quite nicely. The skin glue peeled off this morning. Well, I actually helped it the rest of the way, it kept getting caught on band-aids, clothes, hair, Bobby, my other fingers, and apparently the air as well. So, I figured since it's not so floppy anymore (at all really) I could do with just a band-aid! Plus, now I can wash it properly. Big plus!I was able, thankfully,

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This week didn't really go as planned. I had intended to teach, come home and take care of Bobby, visit with some friends, and get some stuff done. Little of that happened, but I'm trying to be positive about what did happen and remember that in spite of the way things did go, I've still got it pretty good. I did get some stuff done. The most important of which was the first of Bobby's books. It

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Every few weeks Bobby seems to invent a new favorite game or have a favorite toy that he always goes to when he's not sure what to do (or that I set him down with when I'm not sure what to do). In the lest few days, though, he seems to have come up with several new ones. I'm not sure what this one was, but it had something to do with putting a sweater over the arm of the chair. Not under, not

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The last few days have been filled with hats! I finished the little girl hat.How cute is that?!And have started a little boy hat that is a lot more "fun" with the colors. No pictures yet on that one. Then a hat finally made its way to Bobby through a few hands and it is adorable! He can rock it sideways, like a mohawk, and even from the top, it's as though there's a little salmon swimming around

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We are now on our third day off from school because of weather. It is strange to be knitting in the living room to the patter of rain on the roof and windows in January. On Wednesday it took a bit of effort to keep reminding myself that it was indeed January and not, say, September. All of this unexpected time off has meant a good bit of napping, playing with the little boy, crafting, and

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This morning, after being up with Bobby for 45 minutes as he pretended to sleep only to open his eyes and smile in a "I fooled you!" kind of way, I was resetting our alarm clock from 4:30 to 5:00 deciding that I needed the extra 30 minutes more than I needed breakfast or dry hair or even matching shoes. I was also thinking that if somehow school could be cancelled that would be ideal. Alas, my

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It doesn't bode well that this post is coming 11 days into the new year, but better late than never, right? There are many things I want to try to accomplish this year, but I am not going to make a list quite yet. I have a few left over things to take care of first! Again, a hint that this year may not be the most productive one yet, if I'm behind on even making my list of things to do... ... but

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