Excuses, excuses

My intention is to shift this blog from an angsty mummy blog to more of a crafty blog. Or perhaps a happy blend of the two. I'm constantly being inspired by the amazing work I see around me, and I think, hey gal, what's stopping you? In part it is the teeny tiny house - no room to leave the sewing machine set up, plus marauding toddlers who would love nothing more than to scatter buttons & needles to the four winds. Choking? Punctured internal organs? Oy. Perhaps I should stick to knitting (they only occasionally poke each other in the eye & let's face it, knitting needles are relatively blunt), embroidery & handsewing.

Other obstacles to my desire to craft/craft-blog? Caring for two babies/toddlers all day, followed by Olive deciding that bedtime only happens around 9pm these days. Oh yeah, & they're only napping when I push them around the neighbourhood, often for hours. Do you know how much it rains here in the winter? A husband I'd actually like to spend alone time with before we're in our eighties. Picket duty. Maybe one day my real job again (I miss you real job! I can't wait to see you again!). A rusty ol' computer (you've been so good to us, but the time is fast approaching for a new, zippier friend) that takes FOREVER to upload photos. A need to upgrade my flickr account.

I think that is the extent of my current excuses. Feels good to get it off my chest.

And so I bring you an image of Olive & her daddy at the lake on her birthday. No crafting, just a beautiful stormy sky.

Class war, grrrr!

Equal pay, yo.

Hi, my name is Kristy & I'm crazy. Why? I'm up before Olive is awake. Huh? Ya, I got up earlier than I had to - it's official, I'm crazy. (One good thing about this particular choice is I got to hear Olive giggling madly in her sleep and watch her sleep with her bum in the air. Normally the morning begins with Olive prying my eyelids apart with her tiny razor sharp finger nails).

Also, this morning marks the beginning of Olive's indoctrination into trade unionism - little baby is going to be walking the picket line with mama. She'll be wearing her "Equal Pay for Equal Work" plaquard and charming my fellow library workers with her sparkle. I'm pretty sure there will be a great deal of singing, finger plays & rhyming, as well as a little accordion & guitar for spice. Oh, & dogs & knitting. Yee haw. Pictures to follow!

My sweet sisters Liza, Dana & Sharkey (& ?) rallying in front of city hall.

Back to life

Ahh, the return. We spent a glorious month away from home - just long enough to really, really unwind & when the end came, to feel very happy to be back in our own beds.

We ate delicious local food (Olive gorged on raspberries, cherries & trout), drank delicious beverages, played games, ate sand, swam, cooked (40 degrees celsius, oh my!), watched loons, robins, otters, ducks, pelicans, sparrows, snakes & hundreds of butterflies, hung out naked (Olive actually, not the grown-ups - too many neighbours). We made jam. We made friends. We celebrated the big birthday with salmon, cake, funny hats & a campfire. We spent lots of time with family. We rested. We contemplated the future (move? stay? babies? jobs? homesteading?).

We returned to a mama on strike. And a baby who still doesn't sleep.

And I'm wondering, should I continue the blog? I'm not so sure. I guess we'll see how it feels as things get cookin' busy around here (picket duty, taking care of 2 one year olds, daddy returning to work)... Life.

Somebody sticking sticky fingers into her first taste of chocolate. It was a hit.