What a week...

So, I've alluded to my ankle in the last post about Jack wandering out the door...

Monday looked just about like this all day. Did I ever say this was fun? It's not, in case you were wondering. I'm sick of it. My foot is a very lovely shade of sickly yellow-green now and not anywhere near as swollen... but my butt is killing me. I honestly hurts from sitting so much with my foot up. Bah humbug.

Over the week I have become more and more bored, and finally decided to rent a movie via iTunes since Netflix wasn't fast enough for once. I debated and debated... and in the end decided that if I was going to rip on Twilight as I had been doing among friends that I should go ahead and finally watch the movie.
Dang, I'm a total sucker.
I've had such a hard fall this week... make that 'falls'.
By the 24 hours expiration period that iTunes gives you, I had watched it nearly 3 times. Now what am I doing?
Yeah, I bought the book. Just one so far... I figure it will force me to take them slower and spread my apparently inevitable irritation, that all of the other fans feel, out just a bit. I don't know quite what it is about vampires and teen flicks that I adore so much... but good grief. I feel nothing but absolute shame right now.

Speaking of blood suckers, more enjoyment this week:

Yes, my red blood all over my white pajama pants thanks to this little evil thing. She bit the ankle that I hit on the bed while frantically trying to find Jack. Ouch. I feel even worse for Dory, she has 5 from a walk with my mom on Friday... and she welts like I do. Sorry kiddo.

My highlight of the week was that after we had to cancel the trip to Tricia's house on Monday due to the first thing in the morning before-I-even-got-my-coffee sprain Tricia decided to come and visit us on Thursday for a few hours. The kids were so very excited. She got to spend a little time with each of us while she was here...

Have I mentioned that this pretty lady is getting married? Yep... and our household contains the Flower Girl, the Ring Bearer and the Matron of Honor.... (since this wedding will be in the summer in Charleston, I think it's gonna' get pricey quick.) I'm so excited for her! :)

My other highlight this week... there was fluffy yarn mail. That always helps. :)

The meaning of PANIC

I wake up every morning with Jack crying or calling my name. This morning was a wee bit different though.
To back up a tiny little bit, our A/C is out and the windows upstairs were all open for air. It's been very humid and it's getting pretty warm this week.
In the middle of the night Dorothy decided to crawl into bed with me to snuggle since John was gone and we woke up to hear Jack crying/screaming mad. Since my ankle is busted I had Dory go get him from their room so he could come crawl in the bed too.
However... even though the gate was locked, he was not there.
Uh oh.
I hobble out of the bed and whack my good foot on the bed bracket instantly bruising and ripping some skin off...
I glance around upstairs, but he's not here. I can still hear the crying.
I hobble down the stairs with my cane as quickly and safely as I can, trying to listen for the direction of his yells in between calling his name. As I came around the corner off the stairs I see the back door is WIDE OPEN.

Um.

Yeah.

Huh.

Ummmm...

I sat down on the ottoman to collect my panic and try to formulate a plan for chasing a toddler though the neighborhood at 6:30am while I have a busted ankle and am only half dressed... when I just call out to him.
He came waltzing through the door screaming mad.
As he collected his anger and I collected my nerves he stared telling me something about Abby. Abby was apparently outside. I called Abby and, just like Jack, she came waltzing in the door.

Jack had, apparently, decided Abby needed to be let out, hopped his gate, figured out the lock on the back door and let the dog out. He was crying mad because he couldn't work the latch on the dog's lead.

Geez. Way to wake your Mommy, Sir.

365.147 Swatching Buffboo

365.147 Swatching Buffboo, originally uploaded by zzwhitejd.

It's a hint of news to come... but it's related to Buffalo Gold yarns. I'm really very excited!

(Okay...)

So, I'm dying to see Harry Potter too.

Tea Time!

A good time was had by all!

This is the movie *I* want to see this sumer.

Opening in NYC, LA, and SF June 12th. I won't be there... can you go see it for me?

I've been profiled!

Someone who writes a blog thinks enough of me to profile me as a designer! I am so very flattered. Please go read and leave comments!

Art

Jack has been obsessed with creating new art galleries on the fridge every day for the last few weeks. At times it is really cute, at other times, quite annoying. He'll get so upset over the magnets and their lack of ability to hold the papers he wants. It's cute really.
He has loved Dory's Ikea paper roll and will provide paper for himself before you can get over there to rip it off for him if you are not watching. He'll take one crayon and swipe it around a few times, run to the fridge, fix it up and yell at the top of his little lungs "TAAA DAAAAAAAA!!!!" Which is what he is saying above. :)

Dory and Grand have had some serious art days lately and she has blossomed in the pictures she makes.


She decided a few days back that one of her drawings needed to be up on the wall. She asked me for a fork to do that with. **eek!!** I suggested that we NOT use a fork and surrendered my blue painter's tape for the job. She and Jack took forever arranging and rearranging the pictures to their liking.


This was also about the time John came home from work to find a long curl of paper dangling from the ceiling fan and inquired about it... apparently he doesn't recognize Spanish Moss when he sees it.