From the Mouthes of Babes...

It's been a while since my last M.o.B. post (yeah, ok, so it's been a while since I've posted anything worth reading, if I'm being completely honest with myself), so here is a culmination of the conversations over the past few weeks:

N: "Momma, I want to take some of that pink medicine." (that would be Amoxicillin, not that other pink medicine, in case you're curious)
A: "Norah, Dr. Ransom gave this medicine to Eli to help his ear get better."
N: "Momma, Dr. Ransom did not give Eli that medicine. That boy at Target gave that medicine to you."

I guess that's what I get for opting to simplify the explanation of the way in which prescription drugs are obtained. She caught me in an unintentional half-truth on a technicality. (And, incidentally, that "boy" at Target happens to be one of our church Elders. )

N: "I love this tiny, baby dinosaur." (indicating a random, itty bitty plastic toy)
A: "Is his name Dino?"
N: "No, Momma! He's not purple!"

For the record, she has never seen the Flintstones (at least that I know of), and her only exposure to Dino, was about a month ago when I took her for a super-quick trip to Kroger's and she noticed a Dino ride (the kind that occasionally eats your quarter, leaving you with a disappointed toddler on your hands), and I told her it's name. I guess from this, isolated experience she concluded that "All dinosaurs named "Dino" must be purple, but not all purple dinosaurs must be named "Dino".

On Thanksgiving, we talked at length about blessings. I encouraged Norah to say a blessings-centered prayer at bedtime that night, and this was the result:

N: "Dear God, thank you for Mommy and Daddy. Thank you for my fan working. Thank you for picnics and bizzert. Thank you for Jesus. Thank you for Mommy and Daddy's fan working. Amen."

Side note: Her fan has been "working" for over a year now. When she moved into her big girl room in October '07, there was no ceiling fan, so Jason added one (it's never not worked, because my husband's got skills to pay the bills). She was so amazed by her new, overhead fixture, that she prayed about it for weeks. I guess it's still one of her favorite things after all this time...and she's thankful that Mommy and Daddy can enjoy our fan, as well.

"Bizzert" is what she calls dessert 90% of the time. She knows the proper way to say it, but has obtained maximum results when requesting her version of the word, so she favors it.

Productivity Strikes, Again

Once again, faithful readers, productivity has trumped blogging. So, for anyone who's curious just what could possibly be more important than filling you in on the adventures of Norah and Eli, this post's for you. (Lest you think I'm just " whistling Dixie" about how busy I've been)

First up: Seven New Sock Monkeys (side note: I considered writing this post to the tune of "12 Days of Christmas...but I refrained). Please notice, each one has it's own"Pigtails & Puddles Label" (sorry, I just had to point that out, since I still get a little excited labeling my wares)

Add to that: Seven Colored Pencil Rolls













Then, I had the wonderful diversion (literally, making seven of anything is pretty monotonous for me...I like variety when I sew) of the birthday of one of my very best friends, who also happens to be one of the biggest list makers I know.



So, naturally, I felt she needed a little something to dress up her grocery list...




And, as if that weren't enough to justify my leave of absence, I also made two, super-cute, girly t-shirts, which I'll have to wait to reveal, as they just might be on their way to the home of someone who is reading this right now!

And yes, each of the monkeys bore his/her own, individual name. Of course, if their new owner deems they need a new one, that is their prerogative, but I thought it would be a fun way to list them on Etsy.

Oscar, here was my personal favorite.








The craft sale was a total bust. Very few people attended this year, and those who did come were pretty tight-fisted with their cash. A sign of the times, I guess.










So, on to plan B. The monkeys and pencil rolls will make a brief tour this week at three home shows (a friend of mine is selling purses, books, and candles and offered to take them along to for a little extra exposure).









Between shows, they will reside in the Texas Truck Riggins Showroom, where they will be available for purchase. At the close of the week, I'll open them up to the public on Esty... or at least that's the plan!