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Sokjes
These are socks my friend, Lida, knit and sent to me so that I could copy the pattern. They are newborn size, so small on Bronwyn, but I am thinking of making them for a friend who is due to have a baby soon, and stretched out like this it's easier to see the pattern. So, what do you think, Robin? Is it too girly? Or would it work for both a boy or a girl? :D Oooh, have boy-girl twins (again!), then I can make one patterned like this for the girl, and one plain for the boy... both in the same "sahara" color, so kind of matchy-matchy, but not. :) If you click on the photos, you should be able to see more detail on the socks. But remember, they won't be that stretched out on a newborn... look at the photo where Bronwyn has them loose in her hand for a better idea of how they'd look unstretched. :) But remember, I don't knit as nice and tidy as Lida does. I've had less practice. :)
Like everyone else, we're all sick...
It's a 14 day virus... Fanny came down with it first on the 17th and this is her first day well. Bronwyn and Lydia got it for Bronwyn's birthday... they are on Day 10, so they have about four days left. Jane and I are on Day 8... so hopefully only six more days and we'll feel better. Mary is on Day 3... she still has a long road ahead. Fever is still high. Elizabeth & Catherine haven't come down with it yet. I don't remember Catherine *ever* being sick, so hopefully she won't get it.
Shack Wacky
I think I'm figuring out what cabin fever feels like. We have been snowed in for just over a week now. We have been without power, without heat, without diapers, without life sustaining medicine, without milk, without fruit and vegetables, without meat. We've been living on pancakes made with water. We have water. And I've realized, we could all be dead back here, and no one would know. We could be dead a week and no one would know. Well, except for the fact I was able to text Steadfast "no power" with my dying cell phone (can't charge them without power, you know)... He is off in California with Elizabeth and Mary. Working hard while the girls stay with my parents. So he knew we had no power and our phones weren't working. Had the power stayed off, he would have noticed, and caught the next plane home. When the power went back on, a sweet lady from church called. She asked how we were doing, and I told her we were unable to get out and we were without dia...
Lazy Meme
Lifted this from Jenni over at One Thing (see my sidebar) Fill free to lift it from me and copy it on your blog, then tell me so I can come see. :) Just boldface the items that you HAVE done, and leave the rest normal…. 1. Started your own blog 2. Slept under the stars 3. Played in a band 4. Visited Hawaii 5. Watched a meteor shower 6. Given more than you can afford to charity 7. Been to Disneyland/world 8. Climbed a mountain. 9. Held a praying mantis 10. Sang a solo 11. Bungee jumped 12. Visited Paris 13. Watched a lightning storm at sea 14. Taught yourself an art from scratch 15. Adopted a child 16. Had food poisoning 17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty 18. Grown your own vegetables 19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France 20. Slept on an overnight train 21. Had a pillow fight 22. Hitch hiked 23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill 24. Built a snow fort 25. Held a lamb 26. Gone skinny dipping 27. Run a Marathon 28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice 29 Seen a total eclipse 30. Watche...
How fast do they grow???
Way too fast, if you ask me. Those are not Cheetos, BTW, they are Gerber Puffs.
The Gordons playing "All My Tears"... beautiful, isn't it? Here are the words: When I go don't cry for me In my fathers arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I'll be whole Sun and moon will be replaced With the light of Jesus' face And I will not be ashamed For my savior knows my name It don't matter where you bury me I'll be home and I'll be free It don't matter where I lay All my tears be washed away Gold and silver blind the eye Temporary riches lie Come and eat from heaven's store Come and drink and thirst no more So weep not for me my friend When my time below does end For my life belongs to him Who will raise the dead again It don't matter where you bury me I'll be home and I'll be free It don't matter where I lay All my tears be washed away It don't matter where you bury me I'll be home and I'll be free.
