I'm Jenny, wife to my rocker, lawyer husband, Jared, and mother to the wonderful Evy, Mr. E, Si-Guy, Tuck and Mac. I parent deliberately, read vehemently, craft incessantly and enjoy every minute of it. Yes, I've got my hands full, full of happiness.
C (Explaining to Eli and Si school fire drills): You have to go outside, and you can't talk, because, if you open your mouth, you will get fire in it.
Silas (at the Costco fountain pop machines): I want BEER!!!
Me (while dousing the hot dogs in ketchup): What? Did you say you wanted beer?
Me: It's called ROOT beer, Silas. We don't drink beer. (Loud enough for all to be assured that my 4 year old doesn't drink beer.)
Silas: I call it BEER!
Silas: Mum, you got borned some really awesome kids!
Jared: Silas, come here. Silas: Me no Silas, me Si-la-guy!
Silas (pointing to bone on the side of his ankle): Mommy, rock. in. my. foot. Me: It's not a rock, it's a bone. Silas (incredible distressed): Oh no! Mommy, BONE in my foot!
Silas (when the sun went behind a cloud and the room got darker): Mommy, dark? Me: Ya, the sun just went behind a cloud. Silas, very sad: Mommy, me miss da sun.
Silas (At 1:30 in the morning after he has been sleeping terrible due to a stuffed nose): Uh oh Me: What, is your nose broken? Silas: Yup, two them broken.
Me (at dinner time): Eli, have you been wearing your t-shirt on backwards all day. Eli (without skipping a beat): No, but I've been wearing my underpants on backwards all day.
Eli (the first time he sat in his brand new, ridiculously expensive but totally safe car seat): It's like way comfortabler. It's like a pile of clouds I'm sitting on.
Eli: I know why the world turns. It's because the sun is so hot, and the world is a guy, and it doesn't like being so hot, so it turns around all the time to cool off.
Eli: You know that stuff in your eye? It's Jell-o, and it can see stuff. I know, because I touched it.
Eli: There's a skeleton inside my body that talks to me and tells me all the things that are good.
Me: Eli, pull up your underpants, it's not polite to walk around with a bare bum. Eli: I don't have a bare bum, mum. Me: What exactly would you call it? Eli: A person bum.
Eli: Mum, will you button my pants and pull up my...um... bug?
Eli: Silas is such a little "Duke-ter." Me: What's a Duke-ter, Eli. Eli: Someone who eats all the 'Mo' so I can't have any.
Eli: Why is there toilet paper all over the yard. Me: 'Cause dumb teenagers didn't bother to find out if Auntie Phoebe was home or not, and now we have to clean it up. Eli: Grandma's going to be really mad. Let's eat them alive: crush their bones and drink their blood. (I promise, I don't know where he got that one.)
Eli (when I was wearing a dress that kind of makes me look preggers): Mommy, your 'mo' looks ugly when you have sisters in your tummy.
I just loved making these. They were easy, and oh so beautiful. And, in an attempt to live a natural life, who can argue with pure wool, naturally dyed, eggs?
I could have made them entirely out of roving, but in an attempt to use up supplies I already have, and save a little money, I just made different sized balls of leftover wool yarn, and then wrapped them in various coloured roving. Then, with a little soap and hot water, I felted them and shaped the balls like eggs. Because they are felted, they are very dense and will keep their shape. They will look beautiful in our Easter baskets this year. I LOVE THEM!