So, I have been feeling a little adventrous of late. I think it all started with the apron swap. Lots of times I’ll see something and tell myself that I could make it, but generally, it doesn’t go much farther than the internal dialogue. Once I finished the apron however, I figured I can actually do some stuff. So, I re-entered the world of baby blankets. I have made a couple in the past with varying degrees of success (I’m pretty sure the one I made for Joshua never saw the light of day!). I have never actually made blankets for my own kids, but then again, I’m also waiting until I get really good to scrapbook my wedding! This current blanket frenzy started with a blanket for a baby shower. I worked on a cute little blanket courtesy of Lisa M., and a burp cloth courtesy of Feathered Nest. I was feeling good but I forgot to take a picture, and that annoyed me to no end. On to the second blanket and burp cloth. this time I reminded myself all day to remember to photograph the end result. Once again, I forgot. So, this is the third blanket. This blanket is actually an idea I got from Doug’s sister Charlotte. I have to say that I liked it, mostly because blanket bindings are my albatross!
Anyway, normally I wouldn’t be quite so bold with my color and pattern, but this was for Courtney, and when your ringtone is an LSU fight song, then I figure you can’t go wrong with the LSU banket! (sidenote to Trisha: I bought lots of extra fabric last time I was in BR, so if you want some let me know!)
Next up were the cheesecakes. We had my sister’s sister-in-law and her family over for dinner last week. I was inspired by Southern Living Magazine to make these yummy key lime mini cheesecakes. The dessert was yummy, but the company was better, and our boys had a great time getting to know some new “cousins.”
Contrary to my boys’ constant assertions, they could not actually swim. With this summer’s beach reunion looming, we felt it necessary to at least get them comfortable enough with the water to know that they should be scared of certain situations.
There was a friend of a friend who was teaching lessons at her home, and she taught both boys every day for three and a half weeks. I was a little nervous when my boys started screaming like little girls on the first day, but they eventually improved. In fact, William fell in love with his teacher’s daughter! Now, there is no more screaming, and Samuel loves hanging out at the pool without arm floaties.
The true test came when we were at the pool and a bigger kid grabbed Samuel by accident and pulled him under. Normally this would have caused a lot of water swallowing and vomiting. Not this time. Samuel blew bubbles and was just a little shaken. Worth the money right then and there!
I’m still not super excited about all the sand and salt water at the beach, but I am feeling a little more comfortable.
There comes a time in every boy’s life where he has to stop being told how “pretty she is.” This time has now officially come for Benjamin. We have a big party to attend this week-end, and if one more person tells me how pretty my little girl is, I might be forced to say something that some might construe as “impolite.”
I hate the first haircut. This is where the baby turns into an actual little boy who is now ready for Tonka trucks and swords. I know one day I’ll look back upon these moments with fondness, but not today. Today I’m just sad because I don’t know if my little boy’s curls are ever coming back.
This is my Uncle Gary and his family. His daughter, Jacq, is on the right, and she is perhaps the most stylish girl ever. She’s right up there with my cousin Anne, but she’s the international version. I don’t know how pathetic I am that I want to steal everything she owns. She showed up at my grandpa’s viewing in the cutest sweater ever, and I was pretty much prepared to tackle her for it (but then I decided it would be in bad taste to throw down at the funeral home). It is the Pulse II sweater from LuluLemon. What is LuluLemon? It’s some kind of crazy yoga store. It started in BC, but apparently they’re branching out. They’re actually opening a store here in a couple of weeks. Unfortunately, this sweater is sold out all across the country. My sister actualy called their warehouse, and I went to the test store here, but so far, no luck. We checked on ebay, but it’s going for twice the retail price. I have to ask myself if it’s realistic to spend that much on a sweater … in the middle of Summer …. in Texas … anyone ???
Anyway, here’s the sweater:
The picture doesn’t really do it justice. It is so cute. I will make it my mission, at least until the store opens in August, to find this sweater. If it’s not in stock I may just have to purchase the amazing running shorts! After all, I need some reward for getting myself out of bed at five o’clock tomorrow morning!
Me and my siblings
Okay, I realise that yesterday’s post came off, perhaps, a bit more snarky than I had intended. Also, I failed to mention that it was my sister’s birthday. So many lapses in judgement! Oh well, I’m going to attribute my snarkiness to the fact that the workout group changed their time to 5:30 am. That’s right, I made it! If they want to get rid of me they’re going to have to do more than change the time!
But I digress. The point of this post is to tell you about my grandfather’s funeral. Funeral’s are a funny thing. They can be the most heart- wrenchingly sad experiences, or they can be a very joyful occasion. I am very happy to say that my grandfather’s funeral fell into the latter category. It truly was a celebration of his life. It was especially wonderful for me to hear new stories (not all of which are fit to print here!), and get some insight into who the man was before I ever knew him.
Peter Power at the cemetery
More than once I have found myself wondering what exactly it was about my grandfather that my grandmother found so attractive, so it was nice to hear about some of his more tender attributes. One of the most beautiful parts of the funeral was my Uncle Gary and his band, The Hopping Penguins, singing Amazing Grace. I have tried to find some sort of YouTube clip so that you should see the HP’s in all their glory, but alas I couldn’t find anything. Just when I think I know the internet!
Anyway, this is just to say that I think that a funeral can be a wonderful time to see family and find some closure. This is also a time when I am extremely grateful for my faith. Somehow, death is not so final when you know that there is more to come.
My Mom and her siblings
This is just a friendly warning. Take it for what it’s worth. If you see this person travelling at the airport, run in the other direction!
Now I know she looks all innocent and friendly. Hey, it looks like she might even grow her own radishes, but trust me, looks can be deceiving! If you follow her onto an airplane, odds are you will not make it to your intended destination anywhere near the estimated arrival time. Why, you ask? Oh you know, the usual, there’s “weather” somewhere in America preventing your flight from flying to Halifax from Chicago. Now, keep in mind that the only flight to Halifax being cancelled for the whole day is the flight that this unlucky woman is on. Because the incident is “weather” related the airline (I don’t want to name names, but UAL you know who you are!) won’t hep you with a hotel. Keep in mind this woman is traveling with an infant on a bereavement fare. You would think that this might inspire someone from the “customer service” desk to get me to my destination in a reasonable fashion. Not so much. This woman is told that her flight the next day is sold out, so she’ll have to wait two days. Luckily, said woman’s brotherworks for an airline and has told hr not to believe their crap. He says, find out where exactly the weather is. She tries this, but apparently that information is classified. Whatever, the woman is ashamed to admit this, but after her pleading her case (“hey, I’ve got to get to a funeral at which I’m a speaker”) to no avail, she gets out the big guns and starts crying. For some reason, this made a flight magically appear first thing the next morning. You think this is the end of my story, but it’s not!
After this poor soul arrives in Halifax, without her luggage, she makes it through two viewings, a baptism, church on Sunday, the aformentioned funeral, plus various family functions. At this point she cannot wait to get back to her loving husband and two other children. She packs the bags that have only just arrived and prepares for her journey at the crack of dawn the next morning. What’s that, you say? Sounds too good to be true? Well you’re right. The automated airline people call at 11:00pm and say that the flight has been cancelled due to “weather.” I’ll let this be known now, the return flight was the continuation of the original flight from Chicago to Halifax. Apparently there is random weather affecting only the flights involving the Chicago-Halifax-DC turnaround. I looked it up on the FAA website, but UALforgot to tell them! Now at this point the woman is upset, and her husband is very upset because he’s had a long couple of days watching his kids. So, the woman gets an extra day to celebrate her country’s national holiday. Then it happens … there is more weather and another cancelled flight. I do enjoy how airlines cancel a flight die to weather twelve hours in advance, but what do I know?! After talking to a very “helpful” Mr. Ryan at the Detroit call center this woman is more frustrated than ever. Apparently the airline doesn’t understand why this woman in her time of grief wouldn’t want to spend more time with her family, to which she responds “I would love to spend some time with my family … in Texas.” Mr. Ryan, even though he’s a supervisor does not have the ability to either change the woman’s flight, or say where the weather is. At this point, the woman is getting agitated. It’s time to call in the troops, and by that I mean the woman’s older, angrier brother. I don’t know exactly what was said, but somehow, miraculously they found a flight whee there was none before. Oddly enough, when the woman arrived in Chicago, where there actually was weather, the plane left on time!
So, let this be a lesson to you: do not fly to Canada with me!