No Logical Sequence

Still here, just having a hard time crystallizing thoughts into words. Extra hard to put those words together into sentences, and the paragraphs are killing me. Been so busy with general lifey stuff, no time to sit down and write about it. Blah blah, the usual excuses.

Baby J is trying to shorten my life span. This week he has been honing his skills as master escape artist. He has learned to open the front door (wonky latch made it easy once he learned the bolt), and has let himself out several times (there is a safety latch on the door now). He stepped over the sagging portion of our temporary fence in the backyard, and went exploring in the neighbour's yard. The same day, he was practicing his climbing on the front gate, which is not very high--I'm pretty sure if I'd let him continue, he'd have scaled it and run off somewhere in that direction as well. Today, while we were visiting friends, he let himself out their front door while I was in the bathroom (I believe he was looking for me outside, as I had just been in the front yard a few moments before), and I didn't even know he was outside until the friends' neighbour brought him back to the door--I thought he was downstairs with the other kids. Had a good little cry after that one. Henceforth, I shall be tying him onto my body at all times.

After the playdate that nearly resulted in my coming home with one less child than I'd gone out with, I went to a craft fair and got a little spendy. I bought myself some lovely, lovely soaps, some beautiful jewelry, and an excellent screenprinted t-shirt. I tried on the wearable stuff as soon as I got home, then stuck my face into the bag o' soap and breathed deeply. Happiness. The last time I went to this craft fair, I didn't spend very much at all, and was a little bummed out afterwards (non-buyer's remorse?), so this time I more than made up for it. And I am overjoyed at my fabulous new stuff! The moral of the story is, BUY FROM YOUR LOCAL CRAFT SHOW. YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT.

Once again, viewing craft show garments made me squawk indignantly (mentally) at the prices. $45 for a t-shirt? I could make that for 1/2 the price! But I never will because I am too busy/lazy/inept/whatever. But no, this time I am inspired. This summer, I will sew myself shirts! For realsies. I will update progress here...albeit sporadically, as my posting history is less than timely.

My last post, so long ago, was full of whinging about N's birthday party. Of course it went swimmingly. We had just enough kids show up to fill the (small) party room, and they had a great time cavorting on the gymnastic equipment. N received a ton of cheaply made plastic toys, and was genuinely thrilled with all of it. Crisis averted. Now G is DYING for his birthday to come. Poor kid, both his brothers have birthdays in the same month, he feels a little left out. I'll have to do something extra special for his day. Strippers?