I have finally made a new blog header. What was suppose to be a quick change took me way too long but it’s been forever since I had put up the last one and the fussy picture of Emma and Isaac just wasn’t cutting it.

… but I’m not sure I like this one is any better. I start messing around and resizing things like a million times. I’m super finicky like that and when I’m working with a canvas that is 72 pixels instead of 300 then I think resizing things over and over is what makes things blurry. Oops.

While I’m on blog header mode, I was wondering if there were any digital scrapbookers out there that would be interested in templates for blog headers and little side bar buttons and such. Would you be willing to pay a buck for them?

Also, I have it on my to do list to make a new 2010 calendar. I’m starting to see 2010 calendars all over the place. I love the calendar I made last year and gave the template away for free but, my dear fellow scrappers, it took me forever to get those templates ready so I’m also wondering if you’d be willing to pay a buck or two for a spanking new and improved 2010 template  calendar? I’m a hard working gal, you see, and little Leah only likes playing with her toys for so long.

Anyhoo, have a lovely Halloween. Drop me a note if you are intrested in headers or calendars. I’m off to make soup for my spooky Halloween guests.

Ooo ooo.

Yup, it has hit our house… not too terribly but Emma isn’t going to school this week. Her cough is deep and ugly sounding and it’s enough to scare any teacher away for miles. She’s been sent home twice now (because I thought her symptoms were mild) and so now I’m going to keep her as long as I can stand it. I never know where to draw the line. I hate to have her miss school but of course I don’t want to infect all the other kids. If I kept her home for every cough and runny nose, she’d miss half the year…

In order to make ourselves not to crazy I’m planning a super craft day. Emma is pumped. It’s like a dream come true. Our first activity has been leaf rubbings. Beautiful.

Maybe next we’ll make a story book with left over scrap paper. She is loving to practice her handwriting and sounding out words. She’s really loving 1st grade and catching on with reading. It’s super fun to watch her improve as a parent.

Leah and Isaac are starting to have rattling coughs as well. Drats. I think I’ll just put up a quarantine sign outside and we’ll stay in our pjs all day week long.

*edit- all the aprons have been sold. Thanks.

For the very, very  few of you who have been here since the beginning of my blogging days, you might recall my little play room I created underneath my stairs. I had cut out a window and did my best to frame it and mud it.

Unfortunately, I never got any further and the state that it remains in is very much the same as it was 2 years ago. I was disappointed with my mudding abilities and wished for a man with a tool belt to come along and help me.

But alas, he has never come.

Fortunately, the kids have never seemed to mind and it still makes for the perfect ice cream shop or pizza parlor.

But let us take a moment and look beyond the unfinished play room window and look at that darling little apron that my daughter is wearing. It was made by the talented hands of my loving mother.

Isn’t it just an adorable apron and doesn’t Emma makes the perfect little play momma? A miniature apron is what every girl needs in her miniature kitchen. And what do you know… I happen to know of a place where you can pick one up for yourself or more accurately that scrumptious daughter or cute niece or darling neighbor of yours.

So help out the homemaking momma of mine and go check them out at my sister’s store. Then you can start checking things off your Christmas list. Whoo hoo.

Now, if only I could paint the wall and hang up some curtains…

Here is Leah’s new trick. She is improving every day with her sitting skills.

Hurray for sitting and being able to play with toys.

Boo for cutting teeth and waking up hourly throughout the night.

Emma in the back of the car: 1, 2, 3, 4… 128, 129. Mom, guess what, I just counted to 129!!

Me for the one hundred and twenty ninth time: Good job, Hunny.

Emma curiously: How high to numbers go?

Me half paying attention: They never end. They just keep going.

Emma with words flying over her head: Huh??

Me a little bit stumped: Uhh, think of it like this… remember when we went to the beach and there was all that sand?

Emma: Ya.

Me struggling: If you look really closely to that sand you would see all the tiny grains of sand that make up the beach. Well, do you think you could count all those itty bitty grains of sand?

Emma with enthusiasm: No.

Me continuing: Well, numbers just keep on going and going, just like it would be if you tried to count all that sand (even though there actually is an end to the sand.) There is so much of it that our little brains can’t really count that high. There is no end to numbers.

Emma with a high pitched girly voice: Oh! It’s like love!

Me tenderized: Ohhhh! Ya, like love.

Emma adds sweetly: Like the love for my family.