Wednesday, October 12, 2011

The Lewis Upcycle.

Is that the right word? Upcycle? Recycling something you have to make something new?

I re-upcycled (made up my own word) a red poodle skirt I made last year....

And used the red felt for Captain Underpants' cape.

This is for Michael's pumpkin decorating contest at school. The only thing I did was cut the cape and help hold the underwear on.

See, the Lewis family is always thinking about the earth. I wonder if this needs to be put on pinterest? Ha!

We are hanging out in the art trailer this afternoon. One of my favorite places to play with the kids.

Praising Him for creative children and upcycled felt!


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Thursday, October 6, 2011

High Pitch Mothering

To quote my beautiful sister...."Blah". That just about sums up the attitude. The Blah of life was overshadowing the beautiful moments I have each and every single day. I am pulling myself out of the Blah. (Laughing with hubby sure does help.) So, in light of my un-blah-tification attempts, I thought I would share a light hearted moment from last night.

Prepared Dinner: Parmesean Shank-N-Bake Chicken, Ziti pasta with tomatoe alfredo sauce (and added velveeta for cheesiness), and Parmesean cheese bread slices.

Michael: Mom, I don't like the chicken.

(Note: He has commented several times in the last few months regarding my culinary adventures and has not been a big supporter of my gallant efforts.)

Me: (high pitch) Michael, do you realize that EVERY NIGHT when I put dinner on your plate, you tell me there is something you don't like on the plate. (frequency increase and speed acceleration)....Just East What I Give You.

Michael: (dejected from the not-so-loving tone from his monster mother as he walks back to the table to eat the yuck he had been served): When is dad going to start cooking again?

Sister: (from the table where she has been so quietly sitting) Mommy, I didn't want to upset you so that's why I am eating it.

Please note: She had NOT eaten the pasta. I'm sure if you asked, she would have claimed something about it being "rude".

Michael finished his dinner of HOT DOGS and CHIPS.

And it really wasn't very good. I'm learning very slowly. (*Like at a snail's pace...but I am learning).

Sigh. Trying again tonight.
I'm praising Him still...just wish life was a little easier sometimes...