Smiling Mom

Should I really be so amu­sed that I con­ti­nue to cap­ture moments like these on video?  When I push record, I’m in no way thin­king, “Awww, what cute kid­dos I have.”

NOooo, I’m more like thin­king, “Oh my gosh.  This is the BEST leve­rage EVER!!  My son will KILL me for this in 12 years time.”  Heh!

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.