Back to the Blog and Some Dolls.

Hello! After a series false starts I am determined to give this blogging caper a go.

What's been happening in this neck of the woods?

So much!

Boy 1 - now also going by the title of Biggest Brother, has started school. Twice actually. Apparently we do false starts with school choices also, and so Boy 1 got to do Day One of Prep and The Beginning of his School Career twice. Choice number 2 seems to have hit the mark though.

Boy 2 - also known as Big Brother, well, he's 2.5. Obviously this involves a lot of change, generally from one moment to the next and in the form of an unpredictable temperament and inexplicable points of obstinacy.

Their additional titles - yes, we now have Little Sister. Also known as Shnooksy Woo, Boody Woo, Wooster and other improvised pet names. Little Shnooksy Woo is now 4 months old.


Oh, did I mention the major renovations, involving no kitchen through the newborn period, with some features of the kitchen still in progress, including a working stovetop?

Well, never mind that.

My latest craft bandwagon Waldorf Dolls. Oh my, I love them. Love them with an obsessive, I must make make make them, and lie awake at night turning design problems over in my mind. Like feet. My perfect Waldorf doll will not have club feet.


Anyway, what's better than a craft you can knit and sew and buy lot of yarns and fabrics (dolls need nice clothes too you know) and crafty books for, oh and learn loads of new skills (like crochet), and maybe buy a new camera so my pictures in my new Flickr account, where I have also joined crafty, doll-making type groups, well, so those pictures there look really really good!

Yes!

I think I can breathe a big sigh of relief, release, relaxation. Christmas, New Year's, and Master Arlo's birthday - the Year's End Big Bundle - are wound up and we can in earnest start 2010. We started off the year with a spot of baking, given the bakery was closed and people must still have their bread.

That's nude baking. You could give it a try sometime.

Boy 1 had his first proper party on the 9th, with friends and games.

I baked and baked and I think fun was had. The food was good anyway.


I was proud of my efforts and was so tired afterwards I (and my bump) spent the next day in bed with a book. Then the next day I had a nap. Then the next day I had a nap. And today I feel recuperated. Of course, before the party on the 4th was Arlo's real birthday, when the postman brought a lovely parcel from Yew Nork (which I forgot to get a documentary photo of).
He got a bike, which he is dedicated to learning to ride.
What a whirlwind! And that's not including everyday incidents, such as sibling altercations. Arlo denies pushing, but in all fairness, I think the forensic evidence contradicts his version of events.

Jesse's hair was getting rather too long, as you can see, I think it turned out OK, all things considered. Lucky I didn't use the nail clippers after all.