Funny, ha ha

I forgot to mention Ruby's words of wisdom from yesterday morning. I am laying in bed with Violet (my constant companion) and Ruby comes in to join us. Violet is clawing at my shirt like a 14 year old boy who just stole his mother's latest Victoria's Secret catalog and Ruby says, "Mum, she's tryin' to get at your breast food." Love her.

Bread II

Ok so we made bread! It was a little time consuming but totally worth it (AKA hella yummy!) and the girls had so much FUN kneading it and rolling it out. Good times! I followed the basic recipe on breadworld. Sadly, I returned my mother's Kitchenaid to her when we moved, so I actually used my handmixer for the "mixing" part...pain in the ass. But I'd bought the RapidRise yeast without knowing the difference and those were the directions. I follow rules.







You can see the girls loved beating on that doughball! We will definitely make bread again.

Bread

So this isn't funny but I am going to make homemade bread this weekend. Apparently the possibilities are endless. The only thing I like better than making babies is feeding them so this interests me. I'll (maybe) keep you posted.

Let's Do-ula This!

I've begun training as a doula. What's that you ask? In a nutshell, it's a support person, usually female, with no medical or midwifery training, who provides emotional assistance to a mother or pregnant couple before, during or after childbirth. Now with all those silly HIPPA rules and regs, I won't be able to share much of this experience but here's hoping some funny moments happen along the way that I can share in a super HIPPA respectful way.
I am really excited to help out another mother as I had a doula when I had Violet (AKA #3). My first shift is this Saturday...
From the sticks,
Me

Push-over

Oh.my.god.
I am noticing that I ask nicely the first time, I ask louder the second time, I yell the third time and I LOSE MY MIND the fourth time! In other news, another observation, I stick to my guns the first time, I stick to my guns the second time, I waver the third time and I completely cave the fourth time. It doesn't always get to the second, third and fourth times but I am noticing a pattern....this disturbs me.

My daughter hates Q-Tips

The other day my middle daughter Lucy was playing dolls and saying "oh april, i love you so much. april, i need a snack. april! I like snacks! I love you so much!" The cuteness of this made me slightly less angry about her calling all the men at walmart that morning creepy guys and yelling loudly as we got to the registers that she "hates old people".

Ch-ch-ch-changes

When I started this thing, I had two small children and a budding craft business. I wanted to share with people simple tutorials and how to's and promote my wares of course. But these times they are a-changing. I now have three small children, moved to the country and became less interested in all things martha stewart. Though I still have my little Etsy shop. Feel free to browse, the stuff is lovely.
Instead of starting a NEW blog I chose to edit the original one. So grow with me, people. This format makes me feel less pigeonholed.
Stay tuned.
From the sticks,
Me