Smiling Mom

Ya, so it seems that I may have, somehow, in all my Facebook un-wisdom, invited everyone and their brother whose email has somehow, someway shown up in my gmail contact list, to join Facebook.  If you are one of those people, I am truly sorry.

I don’t know how I did it, and I don’t think I can undo it.

I even invited, and was accepted, by some former students of mine.

Frack.

Frack, Frack, Frack.

Last year I offered to knit Christmas stockings for all my sister-in-law’s families. No I’m not a great knitter and I’m not especially fond of the whole knitting thing. But I do love me some tradition! My mom knitted stockings for our family when we were young, and I loved them.

Homemade stockings=Christmas.

A few years ago, I continued the tradition my mom began and took up knitting to make my family our own knit stockings using the same basic pattern my mom used.

Jump forward to last year around this time, one of my sister-in-laws took me up on my offer to make her family their own stockings. I ended up only getting one stocking done before Christmas. But I made a promise to finish the other three before the next Christmas… the one in just over a month

Jump forward to September. I had one of those, Oh Sh*t moments when I realized that I had three stockings to go and only three months to complete the project.

Making these stockings has been quite enjoyable. I’m so excited that Hubby’s sister’s family will have something handmade for them to use for every Christmas to come.

By Monday I’d finished the rest of the stockings and just needed to stitch the following names on the three stockings.

MOM

DAD

CADE

Nice, huh?

Notice anything wrong?

Anything?

Ohhhh, What?? I said CADE, but made COLE??

Do you think my SIL will notice my silly little mistake?? I mean what’s a few letters anyway?? I got the C and E correct. Just messed up on the A and the D…

You know what’s totally crazy? I wrote COLE on the stocking on MONDAY. MONDAY PEOPLE!! And I have shown this stocking to three family members aside from me who knew the baby’s name is CADE and it was only last night when another SIL of mine said, “COLE? Didn’t you mean CADE?”

To which I responded, “Sh*t. Sh*t! SH*T!!!” and then burst out in hysterical laughter. I couldn’t believe my mistake.

Last night I stayed up until very late and was forced to watch The Practice and Kitchen Nightmares in order to correct my mistake. And today I am finally done!

Only 8 months late, Happy last Christmas SIL!!

If you are just totally enamored by my knitting skillz and want the pattern I created for this stocking, just send me an email!

Happy Thanksgiving!

three times.

My husband and dad keep pointing out that I really need to reread my posts before hitting publish. Which I do, but usually it’s very late in the evening. So there’s the occasional grammar or spelling error that slips by. It’s amazing how just one letter can change the meaning of your entire post.

Point in case. When I wrote this post I said:

-I learned that 2 year old boys can be complete angles! (which I’ve since change)

You know, like a triangle, an acute or obtuse angle. What about a right angle? I also made this mistake years ago as I left lesson plans for a substitute. I told her that my class was a bunch of “complete angles.” For the rest of the year my students walked around making angles above their heads. You gotta love fourth grader’s humor!

Anyway. My point is that I am not the greatest editor. And I am no grammar queen. Most days I can’t even spell the word ‘grammar’ correctly. My eyes often defy me and I don’t see the errors of my way.

Don’t hate me for this! Just know that I’m a hurried mom of two toddlers trying to do twelve things at once.

Oh, and what I meant at the beginning of the post is that yesterday eClaire and I went to the doctor’s office and she got shots. Three of them. It was her 16 month appointment.

OK a few things to clarify.

1. Who’s House is a bad, bad grammatical error. Shame on me. I’m a teacher. I’m now changing it to Whose House. Bad teacher.

2. Hubby wants me to clarify this point. We are not druggies. He simply works in a profession where he deals with people who smoke dope. So our kids hear us talking about the shadier side of life-at times.

Now all is right in the world of blogging.