I'm looking forward to summer (if only in my head-based fantasy.) I need to slow down and get stuck at the beach for a few days as Harrison digs in the sand for hours.
In the mean time we made lemonade that took me to a happy spot. Working together joyfully with my child and drinking up the sweet results - it doesn't get better then that. I am loving our new adventures together.
Have a Happy Spring!
What makes you think of Summer?
I LOVE blown eggs, I love the sound the empty shell makes when you gently tap on them. I have made quite a few over the years; but only recently did I discover I could re-purpose to little snot-sucker thing I got when Harrison was a baby! I know, you are supposed to throw them away after baby's cold, blah, blah, blah; but come on, I wasn't going out and buying a new sucky-shot-thingy every time he got a "Booger" stuck in there. And it's nothing that a little hot water and soap can't take care of. Actually, I didn't have to use it much for it's true purpose, Harrison was really good at blowing his nose up until about the time he started thinking about it. Suddenly his natural ability to keep mouth closed and blow air through nose dissipated.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, Empty egg shells. Love them.
So this year, being the first time in years that I've decorated eggs, I got a wild hair to try some different techniques - coloring brown eggs, blown eggs and decoupage eggs, silk tie dying, tissue paper dyes and natural dyes. Oh, I especially like the idea of the natural dyes. Using onion skins, turmirac, red cabbage, etc.
But Harrison is ONLY 3 and I am out of practiI settled for brown and white eggs dyed in traditional store-bought dye for Harrison's first egg coloring experience and decoupaging my blown eggs after Harrison went to bed. I really wanted to do the natural dyes but it seemed like a lot of work (albeit really cool experience) for just the two of us this year. Now that he's got the hang of the egg-dying thing I just may do the natural dyes next year. I'm happy with my egg results, I especially love the deep, muted colors of the brown eggs.
Here are my eggs, warmly tucked into a nice little basket. Now I can tuck them away until next year!
Edited to add: Guess I'm not the only one wanting to try the natural dyes! Check out Crunchy Domestic Goddess and ShutterbugMama for their successful attempts at dyeing eggs with - FOOD!
2There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. 4The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.
5The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. 7Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
I am not one to feel comfortable in front of the camera. Not at all. On my honeymoon I periodically wrung my hands hoping and praying that the pictures would be at last - decent. Thanks to a fabulous photographer friend, I was not let down. That's how I am with pictures.
When I become too self conscience, it shows through. So needless to say, I didn't JUMP at this week's theme. In fact, because I am in the midst of finishing up the April issue of a monthly newsletter that I create, I haven't even picked up my camera. Which is sad, because I SO could have used it a couple times this week!
Then, as I was about to throw in the towel, I remembered some pictures that I took a couple of months ago - of myself. I was testing out the self-timer and tripod. Not too bad.
The G.I.D. loves it. That's all that really counts, now isn't it?
Well that, and hearing Harrison say, "You pretty mommy."
Check out more beautiful self portraits at Land of K.A.
Frankly, it leaves me, well, wordless.
So I pulled out the trusty camera and took a picture.
"If you say so..." He answered.
So what left you - wordless today?
I did have a bad feeling when I turned just in time to catch Harrison lick a hand rail at Disneyland; I let out a shriek that caused the man next to us laugh at my shock and appall to the tongue making contact with a rail that is at the level of every snotty nosed kid in the joint! My first thought - "COLD GERMS, (insert slow motion here) NOOOOOO!!!!!!"
OK, so it probably wasn't that after all he's still okay for the moment, but I got it from someone and I'm going to hunt them down and douse them with Purell!
In the mean time, I hope to be found in one of these two rooms blowing through boxes of Kleenex (puns fully intended) and hugging my NyQuil bottle. (Unfortunately I have a Toddler)
Guess who will get it next...
Brittany posted 25 things on the day she was born and as I read them, I QUICKLY and easily identified what year she was born! You see, it's one of those years that defines as us individuals and sets the paving stones to who we will become.
Brittany was born in 1983, one of the best years ever!
And a great year to graduate High School!
If you haven't done so, go wish her a belated happy birthday!