Winks

Stinky has shot up like a weed, again. He's already head and shoulders above the rest of his preschool class (I mean that literally, though- not in the way that's insulting to the other kids), but still skinny enough that he wore 18-24 month shorts this summer. As it always happens, he suddenly shot straight up and I noticed that most of his pants were high watering. Our weather had been in the teens, and I felt bad for his poor freezing ankles.

(Have I mentioned that December is a month with two birthdays and then Christmas? Congrats, Stinky, you get warm ankles for your birthday! Though, socks will be filling his stocking this year, I think. Where do they go? )

I set out to find a few new pairs- three thrift stores later, I found only a few pairs in his size that were way more than I was willing to pay for their condition. Deciding to just go buy new out of necessity (freezing ankles!), I took two pairs to the register, and they rang up at a third of the price. I started to say something, then thought better. Leaving the bag in the cart, I ran to the back of the store to find one more pair and ran through the lines again.

Bragging later to WBH, he asked "And you didn't feel like mentioning it to the checker?"

"Nope. Heavenly Father winked at me today, and I'm not going to shoot that down."

Making it Monday?

I have supplies and patterns for our Halloween Costumes, which will be amazing. WBH will be Shrek, I will be Fiona, and Stinky will be Lord Farquaad. I have a decoupage-y witch hat that is going to be cute, but I've been looking at it too long to think that it is currently cute. I have three quilts in progress, and am gathering interesting scraps for a third (I-spy) for Stinky's Christmas. I have fabric for a backpack for Stinky. Like an idiot, I even started a small knitting project the other night when I couldn't sleep, but nothing is done.

WBH is remodelling our kitchen. When we bought the home, we knew that would have to be one of the first priorities. It is directly in the center of our home, and a project so huge becomes a deterrent to working on another. Often the best thing I can do is to take Stinky out of he house, and so I do. Thus, I'm mid-project many times over.

Also this week, I'm watching the two year-old daughter of one of WBH's coworkers, then next week Stinky is starting a one-day-a-week preschool. Both prospects strike a little fear in my heart.

I suppose the biggest news around here is that I'm not doing roller derby. The pain has started to lessen, but worsens with physical activity, and is just plain unpredictable. I felt that the best decision, a lot of thought and prayer included, was to resign (retire?) rather than be completely unreliable. It was a decision that came with frustration and tears, and I'm still quite sad when I think about it, so I try not to.

Moving on, I'm signed up for a cake decorating class next month, as if losing my one form of exercise wasn't enough to make me gain weight. Nevertheless, I'm looking forward to it very much. Not so sure my will power is looking forward to those weekly trips to JoAnn. I need to carry that list of incomplete projects with me, I think, when I go, to act as stash-repellent.