New heights of humor/new depths of self-deprecation

Posted November 6, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: But Dean is the funniest, I think I'm funny, Taking self-deprecation to a remedial level

I’ve already more than filled my quota for compliment-fishing this week, so before making this next little foray into the realm of stupid humor, let me be absolutely clear that my self-esteem is actually in relatively decent shape, all things considered.  Like many women, I’d love to have managed to bring my kids into this world without losing my 25-year-old looks, (not to mention that I’d gladly do without my hormone-muddling health problems,) but my gratitude for those wonderful kids far outweighs any regrets about the costs.  But I can’t resist making a dumb joke when I think of it, even at my own expense.

My brain does a lot of misfiling:  I’ve got the number “4″ filed in the same category with the letter “F” (in my defense, if you flip the top half of a capital F over to the left, it makes a 4,) causing me in my youth to sometimes spell the number “4″ as “4our.”  I always accidentally call the series “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” “The No. 1 Ladies’ Home Detective Agency.”  And for some reason the phrases “gilding the lily” and “putting lipstick on a pig” are stuck in the same slot in my mind, so that I can’t think of the one without thinking of the other.  Since I have to think it through every time I want to use either expression, I’ve come up with a handy memory device:  “Gilding the lily” is the reason I give my young daughters for why they don’t yet need to wear makeup, and “putting lipstick on a pig,” is why I don’t need makeup.

P.S.  Lili, I think you should gold-leaf yourself for Halloween next year.

4ourP. P. S. Just so you know that Dean and I belong together (although stooping this low is rare for him, actually,) the other night after reading my blog he said, “What do dishcloths do when they get old?  They get crotchety [crochety].”

P.P.P.S. This post was brought to you by the Committee for Writing Blog Posts Instead of Making Dinner

In the schools these days

Posted November 5, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: I think I'm not funny, My kids actually are funny (and sweet and wonderful)

I just noticed that one of Rose’s Kindergarten worksheets has the words “visual discrimination” in tiny letters in the top corner.

I knew it–they are teaching my daughter to discriminate based on appearances.

(This post brought to you by the Committee for Starting the Day with Stupid Humor. The committee apparently also places Stupid Humor in a higher priority than breakfast.)

QueenRose
Off with their heads!

Inversely proportional to how he feels about his stripey-fingered gloves

Posted November 3, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: My kids actually are funny (and sweet and wonderful)

Henry was just stomping around the kitchen, muttering fiercely to himself.  “Rose have a lot of candy, and I don’t have a lot of candy, but her have a lot of candy, and I hate her!”

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SpaceBoy2

The engineer and the English major

Posted November 3, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: But Dean is the funniest, I think I'm funny, My kids actually are funny (and sweet and wonderful)

I’ve never considered myself to have much men’s sartorial expertise, and since generally I like Dean’s clothing choices and am also somewhat overwhelmed just trying to keep my kids’ wardrobes stocked with clean and mended, seasonally-appropriate clothes that fit, (not to mention my own wardrobe–ugh,) I don’t usually concern myself much with what Dean wears.  However, lately Dean’s been asking my opinion on neckties, and I’ve enjoyed encouraging him to try new shirt-and-tie color combinations*, and to resuscitate some lovely but languishing ties.  This morning he held up two ties:

Dean:  “Which should I wear?”

Me, pointing to the one on the right:  “That one’s got to go.”

Dean:  “A little outdated?”

Me:  “It looks like it’s from the early nineties.”

Dean:  “It’s my mission tie.”

Me: “So that would be . . .”

Dean:  “1991.  I guess it was a little naive of me to think something could stay in style that long.”

Me:  “Eighteen years?  Yeah.”

BestDressedDean models this year’s hottest accessory, Hazel.

*I can’t figure out why the Firefox spell check doesn’t like my spelling of “combinations.”  Am I blind this morning?  Or is Firefox crazy?  (Crazy like a fox!  A mad fox on fire!)

This might be the first blog post you’ll read about dishcloths. Also the last.

Posted November 2, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: Creativity of the textile variety, I think I'm funny, Meanwhile in the real world

Several years ago when I learned to crochet, the first things I learned to make were dishcloths.

Dean really liked them, (and I’m sure he’d want me to tell the world he had ever expressed an opinion on dishcloths,) so I made several.  I tried out various  stitches and color patterns, and kept accidentally increasing or decreasing my rows, so I ended up with a motley collection of misshapen dishcloths. We proceeded to use them daily for several years.  (We do have a dishwasher, but we use the cloths for wiping counters.)

I try to change our dishcloths out every day so they don’t get sour, which works fairly well in our dry climate.  If they get sour anyway, (which seems to happen in direct proportion to how much I make Ike and Mabel help with kitchen chores,) a trick I’ve discovered is to cover them with water in a Pyrex bowl and boil them in the microwave for about 10 minutes.  Dean also figured out this works even better if you add a little baking soda to the water.  (I really wish my washer or dryer had a “sanitary cycle,” because I can’t fit my kids’ sheets and towels in the microwave.)

But all good things must end, and our much-loved dishcloths had seen their day:

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So I’m making a bunch more.  The one in the foreground above was my favorite, and after a lot of experimenting I was able to figure out what stitch I’d used (single stitch, with the hook passing through both loops on the stitch,) and I also got out my crochet encyclopedia and figured out how to keep my rows even.  I still had three cones of crochet thread from Walmart, so I’m using them up (even though the colors don’t match my kitchen’s imaginary color scheme if I ever decorate my kitchen.)  You can see how much the old ones had faded.

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I really should have gift-wrapped these for Dean.  Because if there’s anything a man loves better than having his wife tell the world he has ever expressed an opinion about dishcloths, it’s getting dishcloths for Christmas.

Metabloggish in real life

Posted November 1, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: I think I'm funny, Metabloggish, My kids actually are funny (and sweet and wonderful)

Me:  “You know what I hate?  I hate it when people will only comment on a blog if they feel like they have something significant or worthwhile to say; something that will add to the conversation.  I like it when people will just leave any little comment just to show they were there, even if all they have to say is, ‘I want you to know that I loved this post more than anything, and it has changed my life forever.’”

Mabel:  “But that would be mean.”

Me:  “No it wouldn’t.”

Mabel:  “But it’s sarcastic.”

Me:  “No, that’s how people really sincerely feel when they read my blog.”

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Rainbow1

Rainbow from Halloweeneen.

(Yes, I spelled it that way on purpose: the evening before Halloween.)

Beautiful, life-changing rainbow.

We love Halloween

Posted November 1, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: Creative miscellany, Creativity of the textile variety, My kids actually are funny (and sweet and wonderful)

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I made all or part of each of these costumes. Bear with me; I’m indulging myself by giving the full story behind each costume. But you can skip all that and just look at the pictures. (You do have to look at the pictures, unless you have no soul.)

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Ninja

I had told Ike he was on his own for a costume this year, but took pity when he didn’t find anything he liked at a Halloween store. I made his ninja hood out of an old t-shirt I’d saved for the fabric, tracing the hood of one of his hoodies for a pattern and then modifying it.  After I got the hood cut out, I wished I’d used a sturdier, less drapey knit, but the differential feed on my serger saved me and kept the seams from stretching out too much.  (And the hood is very soft and comfy.)  The face scarf is a segment of a leg of one of Mabel’s old pairs of knit pants.

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Although I love the results, I don’t really enjoy Halloween sewing, so it’s nice that by now we have lots of things to recycle from previous years. At first Mabel wasn’t excited to be Red Riding Hood again, but when she found a new outfit to wear under the cape, she was more enthusiastic. (I also made her top, and blogged about it here.) This is a beautiful cape–red corduroy in a half-circle, with a grosgrain ribbon tie and a bound hem. Part of the reason I don’t like Halloween sewing is that I tend to do too nice a job, and spend longer than I think I ought to for a costume. But it’s starting to feel like it’s been worth it, as the costumes have been worn multiple years, and by more than one kid.

Yes, Mabel has a black eye. A kid at school accidentally knocked her down and there must have been a shoulder or an elbow involved. This happened about a week and a half before Halloween. (I told her she should wear a “P” on her shirt and be a black-eyed pea.)

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Princess2

Princess3

Yes, Rose also has a black eye. She got it yesterday afternoon (Halloween) when she walked hard into our computer desk. I guess she wanted to be like Mabel. My joke last night was that my girls dressed up as abused children for Halloween.

Rose’s lovely dress was made by my sister Susanna and loaned to us. I mended a tear in the front of the dress.  I had bought Rose a plastic tiara, but it was small and slippery and wouldn’t stay on her head. I also found pretty rhinestone-and-metal tiaras but thought they were too expensive for a costume. Finally, I remembered we had one leftover from her birthday party this Spring–and it was perfect. For the birthday party, we had cut crowns from gold poster board, printed and cut out images of gems, and run them through my Xyron machine to make them into stickers for the girls to decorate their own crowns. (The boys stuck gems onto silver posterboard shields.) Rose’s wand was a Cub Scout carpentry project from a few Christmases ago–I asked Dean to let the boys watch him cut the stars and dowels, and had the boys screw the stars onto the dowels, then we spray-painted them gold. The idea was that they could use the stars as a prop to help act out the Nativity. It turns out that eight-year-old boys can get excited about making star wands if you give them a sufficiently masculine excuse for it. (We also made a Christmas tree star from the same pattern, and I get excited when we get it out each year.)

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I made this costume when Ike was three, with Dean doing a lot of the designing.  Isaac hated it. We only got it on him after a huge power struggle that we finally won when we said he couldn’t trick-or-treat unless he wore it. He did forget about hating it once he had a bucket of candy, but the costume never got worn much–unlike Ike’s “Ash” (Pokemon trainer) costume the next year, which he wore daily for about a year.

Henry, on the other hand, LOVED being an “ephant.” It was nice for the costume to finally get some love.

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Speaking of love, if this little bunny doesn’t melt your heart, you might want to check that you still have one.  (You should have seen my ward members queuing for turns to hold her at the Primary Halloween party.)  (Wow, I just got the spelling of “queuing” right on the first try.)

I made this costume when Ike was a baby and every one of my kids has been able to wear it.  When I was making it, I wanted Dean’s help designing it (he’s better at picturing things in three dimensions than I am,) but I thought if I asked him to design a bunny hat he’d say no, so instead I asked him to draw one bunny ear, suspecting that he’d catch the spirit of the project and take over.  Sure enough, the next thing I knew, he had balled up newspaper to make a model of Isaac’s head to design the contours of the hat.  (The next year my strategy backfired, though–I asked him to help design beetle wings, and his pattern had me sewing about 20 long curved darts in slippery polyester satin.)

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I did get a little weary of all the Halloween events this year, especially since I had a lot of other non-Halloween things to keep up with and very little down time.  (I rebelled by staying up nearly all night finishing a book Wednesday night when I had about three commitments the next day–so sane of me.)  I did really enjoy Halloween night and had a great time taking Rose and Henry trick-or-treating, (with Hazel in the stroller, along for the ride,) and visiting with neighbors.  It was a mild night, everyone was out, and it was a classic traditional Halloween night.

O Joyous Eve

Posted October 31, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: My kids actually are funny (and sweet and wonderful)

Dean drove Ike to a party, Mabel’s trick-or-treating with friends, and I needed to feed Hazel, so I put Rose and Henry in charge of passing out candy. They were thrilled, and soon had it down to a system:  Rose would run outside and scout to see who was coming, then run back inside.  “Henry, you can’t open the door until they get here!”  They opened the front blind so they could watch the approach.  Once the be-costumed kids were on the porch, Henry would open the door, Rose would hold the heavy bowl of candy for them to choose from, the kids would leave, and the whole scene would repeat.

Overheard in a minivan

Posted October 31, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: My kids actually are funny (and sweet and wonderful), Parenting

Rose kept Dean well-entertained while he took her and Henry along to run some errands today.  I asked him to write down what she’d said, and at first he thought he wouldn’t be able to remember it all, so I’m very grateful he was able to recall so much.

Rose: “I have a best friend in kindergarten and we have a secret handshake.”
Dean: “Tell me about your secret handshake.”
Rose: “I can’t.  It’s a secret.”
Dean: “Please?”
Rose: “No.  But if you were in my kindergarten… if you were a little girl named ‘Dad’ in my kindergarten we could have a secret handshake.”

Rose: “Dad, did you have Miss W [Rose’s teacher] when you were in kindergarten?”
Dean: “No.  Miss W wasn’t a teacher when I was a kid.  I had a different teacher.”
Rose: “Who was your kindergarten teacher?”
Dean: “Hmmm.  I can’t remember her name.”
Rose: “Then Mrs. B [the other K teacher at Rose’s school] must have been your teacher.”
Dean: “No. It wasn’t Mrs. B”
Rose: “Who was it?”
Dean: “I can’t remember.”
Rose: “Mrs. B must have been your teacher.”
(this continues for some time)

On the way driving home from the store:

Rose: “Mom is going to fire us because we are late.  Henry, do you know what ‘fire’ means?  When you are fired you have to leave the family. The word ‘fire’ means just regular fire, but when I say ‘fire-rr’—do you hear that ‘rr’ sound—that means you are kicked out of the family.  Like if there was a family of bears and one of them was fired, he would have to leave.”

Henry: “I have a bear!”

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Gourmet snack (yes, this is about as gourmet as I get)

Posted October 31, 2009 by zstitches
Categories: Recipes/food/cooking

I’m not normally a very creative chef (unlike my husband,) but this is an invention I’m quite proud of: Monterey Jack cheese melted onto Salsa Verde Doritos.  Yum.

GourmetTreat