SEVEN

Poor Bug. She fell asleep all the time this week. In the car for 5 minutes? Asleep. On the couch with a blanket? Fell asleep. While I'm sewing? Fell asleep on the floor. She would wake up periodically in the car to scream, "My eyes!" Hence the skewed sunglasses. 

 2015 week seven

Vera has been sick. So sick. I've forgotten, do toddlers know how to speak in anything other than a whine? Do they know any other words besides, "no" and "hold me?"

Working on a new quilt top. I'm not really sold though...

Manly flowers and silly cookies for my love on Valentines Day.

V perked up enough to eat a cookie, naturally.  All of the greenery in this bouquet is made up of Texas native plants. So manly. It was really fun to buy Matthew flowers on Valentines Day, since he buys me flowers periodically throughout the year.

I had to make dinner, so Papa was allowed to hold her... 5 minutes later, they are both asleep.

For our Valentines date we took out a little cash and went to the fancy Central Market grocery store to look at all the fancy things and buy fancy treats that we would never normally buy. Chocolate covered gummy bears, gummy centipedes, french olives, green peppercorn dijon mustard, etc. But at this fancy store, you can also apparently buy fancy bath salts in a variety of fragrances. This is the fragrance for "if you want to take a bath like Jesus." -Matthew

The illness has caused her to regress. I can't get anything done with her crying for me to hold her. Problem Solved. She hated it so much she let me put her down and figured out how to be happy as an alternative. :)

If you look closely, Yzma is none too happy about me disturbing her nap in Vera's bed. I spy a little kitten paw giving me the finger.

Another sick moment caught on camera by my mom while she was visiting and looking at houses in the area. :)

AND, more pony photos from last week:

You can hardly spot the veiled panic in her eyes.

                         

Birthday cousins. Exactly one year apart. 

My husband has the wonderful determination to work on one project for a long time. He's currently working on a project that has been in the works for over a year now. He draws every. single. day. And he doesn't get tired of it. I, on the other hand like small manageable projects that I can rotate frequently. I'll go through a making baby dresses phase, then a quilts phase, then a knitting phase, then a devouring books phase (not a project but it's in the rotation), then a tailoring clothes for me phase, then a cross stitching phase, etc. So after cross stitching for a while I've had the hunger for more quilts, even though we live in Texas, don't use quilts for much of the year and I will endure hearing  "How many quilts does one home need? We only have 3 beds!" -Matthew Cole :) So I started the blue quilt. I liked the colors in the store but when I got them home (and already cut them up) I really wasn't sure. But I finished it anyway dreaming of my next quilt -for which I have already purchased and cut out the fabric. So the day I finished the blue quilt top we rushed to Joanns in the limited time, with the snively toddler to quickly buy the 2 yards of other fabric I needed for the next quilt. We grabbed them and ran to the cutting counter and yanked off a number. Hurray! There were only two people in front of me, and two workers at the cutting counter. We waited for 35 minutes. We went to the bathroom (twice) walked down the trims and ribbons aisle, selected more thread, sang some songs, looked at other fabric, looked at the Easter decorations. We didn't venture down the yarn aisle because that will last at least an hour and I was certain they would be done at any minute. Eventually we just went back and waited. By now the line was 6 people long and others were starting to get frustrated. The two original women were still having fabric cut. I started to count the bolts. Each women had no fewer than 20 different bolts of fabric that all needed to be cut at different lengths. Are you kidding me? Over 40 bolts of fabric?! When the woman saw my measly two bolts and my measly two yards she felt so bad for me. It probably didn't help that Vera looked so pathetic and sad. But probably, shame on me for taking my sick toddler out. I didn't think it would be an all day thing...