
Words 1-5 in sentences. Words 5-10 in questions.
Is it just me or shouldn’t a school teacher get this right?

Words 1-5 in sentences. Words 5-10 in questions.
Is it just me or shouldn’t a school teacher get this right?
Here’s a fun little activity brought to you by FairyMomCreations.com. We met the Fairy Mom at a recent event. Melody was fascinated by her little dolls and their houses. These are not just any doll and doll house. These are whimsical, dream-inspiring, beautiful little dolls. Melody and her friend Lily played all afternoon with these dolls – see Lily’s grandfather bought them each a doll, then Lily’s grandmother bought them each a doll kit, then Melody’s mommy bought them each a key…these girls know the power of shopping with different people with a soft spot for the littles. :-)
Anyway, the kit was more than we could do at the event, so yesterday Melody and I sat down to make her very own handmade fairy. I wish I had taken progress pictures, but I was so absorbed with the doll that I completely forgot! The kit cost $5. FIVE DOLLARS! What a bargain.
The kit includes everything you need to make a flower skirted fairy, including wings, flower, yarn to wrap the body, wool for the hair and lots of beads and sequins. All it takes is glue and a little time. Took about 30 minutes start to finish. The kit includes photo illustrated instructions.
Here she has landed atop the fairy house we also purchased from the Fairy Mom. She has a variety of really neat and clever houses, castles, cabins, pirate ships and even a mushroom house. They are so cute, and the sides of the standard type structures come off easily because they use velcro!
The fairy abode came with this little family. They are so adorable. The quality is very high, too. They won’t fall apart at the first play session. They definitely are not for little littles, but girls 6 and up will find hours of entertainment with them.
The Fairy Mom is going to a number of events throughout California this year, but it looks like the next time we will run into her is during the Huntington Beach Civil War Days event over Labor Day weekend. Check her website for amazing creations, ideas and her calendar. They are worth the $5-$7 you will spend!
Melody asked me to make her a purple princess dress for her birthday, since we are having a princess themed birthday party for her upcoming 6th birthday. We looked at different pictures, I assessed just how crazy this might be, and went over to Joanne’s to buy fabric.
Melody selected view A, which is the blue one shown above. The pattern calls for many yards of tulle and satin, plus some tissue lame for the inset and sleeve puffs, and a little trim. Right out of the gate I ran into difficulties, because Joanne’s had two completely different lavenders – one a pink lavender and one a blue lavender. After much deliberation (no joke, easily 30 minutes) I decided on the blue lavender. It just has a more of a true lavender look to me, besides the fact that Melody already has a Rapunzel dress that is in a more pink lavender. Next, I was thinking of using an embellished chiffon in the collection in place of the top layer of tulle, but Joanne’s had exactly 1/2 yard too little.
Once that obstacle was overcome, the cutter discovered that they had exactly 1/2 yard too little of the coordinating lining fabric.
Anyway, I’m flexible, made some adjustments then went home to get this project started. I had selected an iridescent sheer instead of the tissue lame because they didn’t have a silver lame, only gold and it didn’t look good with the lavender. Let me just say, I am pleased with the results but I really regret that fabric. It was very slippery. I backed it with white satin, flatlined them and treated them as one piece. The pattern has you apply this triangle shaped piece to the bodice front in the first step, fine. But upon reading through the pattern, they have you glue the trim on at the end. That didn’t work for me because I know my daughter. That trim would be ripped off within the first day. Here’s my second regret about this dress. I picked out a really pretty sequined trim that matched the fabric perfectly; it was sold by the spool so I couldn’t open it in the store. It was elasticized! And the sequins are made from something stronger than titanium because I broke three – yes three – needles stitching it on. Now I understand that Simplicity wanted the trim to lay on top of the seam because after sewing, turning and finishing the bodice I can see that part of the trim tucks inside and it’s not a “perfect” look. However, if you use something that doesn’t have sequins, why in the world would you not sew it on? A regular ribbon or floral trim is going to be just fine stitched inside the seam and it will be a much more finished look. So there.
The rest of the dress was so easy! The puffed sleeve is a two-part sleeve, meaning you cut a small piece out of the tissue lame (or slippery annoying iridescent stuff, in my case) and apply it to a regular sleeve piece. The gathering of the fabric gives you the puff and it is really very easy. The skirt is two layers of tulle plus an underskirt. My only thought is that you really want to use fine tulle here because a rougher one might be a bit scratchy on the inside. Also, the waist is finished by turning the seams toward the bodice and top stitching. With the horrid titanium sequins I had going on, I did not top stitch that section.
I found the directions for the back opening a tiny bit confusing. They have you extend and press back 1/2″ of the tulle on the center back, but it is unclear as to exactly where it is to be placed. Looking back, I can see now it was supposed to have been folded back and placed along the zipper placement line, not the raw edge. This would allow for there to be a gap in the tulle allowing the zipper to pass through nicely and the stitching to be neat and tidy. While you won’t be able to find it on this dress, I had to do some fancy zipper foot work to make that spot work.
With those two minor criticisms, however, I’d say this is a nice pattern. It’s not a beginner pattern, but certainly not an expert level either.
But, what do you think? It fits well and I made it large so she can wear it for more than a minute. I haven’t made the hat.
I’m considering going back and making one of cotton for a certain little girl who’s birthday is in July.
UPDATE: I went back and made the hat. It took about 30 minutes from start to finish, and darn if I didn’t find some regular purple ric-rac that I could have used on the dress instead of the sequins! Anyway, here are my thoughts on the hat. The instructions have you apply fusible interfacing to the inside of the hat, and the pattern requirements call for lightweight fusible interfacing. If you want the hat to flop over like one of those funny men’s nightcaps from 200 years ago, go ahead and use the lightweight. Otherwise, use a heavyweight fusible interfacing. Second, they have you hand stitch the tulle to the point of the hat after it’s finished. I don’t know about you, but my hands do not fit into that tiny diameter point. I suggest either catching the tulle in the seam when you stitch that, or attaching the tulle to the fabric before the seam is sewn. Finally, my daughter just didn’t want to wear the hat for more than a couple minutes at a time so I didn’t bother with the elastic band for under the chin, but you could easily replace that with ribbon ties stitched into the hat at the time you make the narrow hem. Way more secure, less hand sewing, and actually realistic historically speaking. :-)
I have often thought about how important car seats are for keeping kids safe in the crazy traffic here in Southern California. There are all sorts of laws in place today mandating the use of carseats and Consumer Reports tests them annually to find the safest ones on the market. But there was a time when a car seat was a novelty, and not designed for safety at all. Originally they were designed just to keep kids in place – the earliest child restraint was a bag that tied the child to the seat back!
Not until 1978 Tennessee become the first state in the nation to implement car seat laws for children (go Vols!). If you ever wondered what an early car seat looked like, I found this great photo in an antique shop, dated 1950. Wow!
I’m pretty late with my March resolution recap. Honestly, I haven’t even turned the calendar from March to April. Does that tell you anything? I really don’t want this year to fly by like last year did, but I guess there isn’t anything that can be done about it.
The resolution for March was to walk,3-5 times per week for 20-60 minutes at a time. That would have totaled 12-20 walks in the month of March. Looking back, I see that I walked 13 times for 20-30 minutes. Usually I do this during my lunch break, so 30 minutes is really the maximum I can do. An evening walk with Melody involves the dog and working in the park somehow, which interrupts the walk. Consequently I tend to avoid the evening walk, even if I can make it a longer walk.
I feel good about that goal and have been continuing to walk during lunch breaks several times a week, upping my tempo as I become stronger. My biggest challenge is my foot, which is still sensitive to overwork. If I push too hard, the foot aches and swells. If I don’t push hard enough, it will never pass the next hurdle of healing.
April’s resolution is reading to Melody 3 times a week. She loves this! We recently read Peter and Wendy, chapter by chapter, and she loved it, so I’m looking forward to reading to her again. She is almost at the point that she can read, just not quite there yet. I’m excited for her to discover that whole world of imagination that was so exciting for me as a girl!
This is a post i wrote as a guest blogger when the OC Register had their Mom Blog up and running a couple years ago. The Mom Blog has moved on, so I thought I would share this with you here. The feelings are still the same!
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I’ve been a mom now for just over two years, and I was starting to feel a bit more confident in my abilities. Until last week that is, when my daughter slammed a door on her foot resulting in an injury that looked a lot more serious than it really was. But, I didn’t know it at that moment.
At that moment, all I wanted to do was hold her and cry with her and make her feel better and not let her know how scared for her I was. Then I got a grip on myself and told her everything was going to be just fine. I stayed strong through the ER visit and the follow up at the doctor’s office the next day, even though on the inside I was crying. I worried she would be traumatized by the whole experience.
Moms in the 21st century really have a lot of worries to consider. Not that I lay awake at night thinking about these things (yet), but I am concerned that one day due to my own ignorance, I will allow my daughter to go to school wearing gang insignia; the school will be shot up while she’s in class; or heaven forbid, she will carry some ibuprofen in her handbag. Will someone snatch her as she skips down the street to visit a friend? Will I be able to handle it if something really bad happens to her?
My parents worried, of course, but there’s a significant generation gap between the things I worry about and the things that kept my mother awake at night. I asked my Mom about her worries while we were growing up in Orange County during the 70s and 80s. She told me she worried about smoking, drinking, our friends leading us astray, teachers influencing us in a way that was not consistent with my parents’ values, a little about drugs, and a lot about education.
Yet, we were still allowed to walk to school, bike to our friends’ houses, and be unsupervised all summer long. My grandparents had even less to worry about comparatively. My Gram worried about my mother crossing the major street that was the boundary of where she was allowed to go (and doled out a serious reprimand when it was discovered that she had), finances, education, religious upbringing, good food on the table, and taking care of their elders. A lot has changed in 70 short years.
But bridging the generation gaps are the little things that just don’t change. They are consistent from mother to mother, generation to generation. We count our babies’ fingers and toes the day they are born and see the future in their eyes. We beseech whatever higher power we believe in for their health and happiness. We hide our fears and tears as best we can in the effort to provide a stable home. We help them with their homework, and in making the tough decisions about which birthday party to attend and how to gently give their regrets to the friend whose party they won’t be attending. We take care of scraped elbows and knees and hearts, and with tears in our eyes we might send them off to college or the military to become the men and women we hoped for on the day we counted their fingers and toes for the first time. Parents, especially moms, will always worry, and my Mom assures me the worry doesn’t end when your children are 21 or 30 or 50, married or single, living right next door or across the globe.
Maybe in the future, I will jump up a little faster when my daughter is playing with a door, or I’ll find a better way to divert her tears as she cries after falling from her bike. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there, but I will feel confident in knowing I’m not the first mom to face that dilemma, and that moms throughout history have felt the same.
Most kids like chicken nuggets, dinosaur shapes, stars, or the weird lopsided rectangles. Those little breaded bits of chicken are famous the world over for satisfying picky eaters and omnivores alike. What I don’t like about chicken nuggets is the whole made sometime last year and stored in the freezer aspect of them. Yes, we currently have a bag of them, but I can’t bring myself to prepare them for my girl any longer. Plus, I keep thinking of the preservatives and I wonder if the chicken in those things is really chicken or if it’s pressed “parts” of chicken. You remember the old saying “parts is parts” right? Shudders…
Tonight Melody and I made our own chicken nuggets. It is so easy, why didn’t I think of this before?! This recipe is from my mother but I don’t remember her making this for us as kids. It’s just a good one! At first, Melody wasn’t real interested in helping, but eventually she saw the fun in dipping her fingers in the flour, egg and breadcrumbs. The goo factor is great for kids, ha ha. When she ate dinner, she was inordinately proud of having made her own chicken nuggets! You could make a double recipe one weekend and have plenty to store in the freezer for the next several weeks.
Chicken Nuggets
1 – 1.25 lbs chicken, cut into 2″ squares or rectangles
Italian salad dressing or other marinade*
Flour
2-3 eggs
Panko or regular breadcrumbs
Pour about 1 cup or so of marinade into a large zipper bag. Add the chicken pieces, close the zipper and allow to rest 15 minutes. Take out three plates or shallow bowls. In one, put 3 or 4 tablespoons flour, in the next, beat the eggs together, in the third, put about 1 cup breadcrumbs. Make an assembly line. Once the chicken has fully marinaded, dip pieces in the flour, then the egg, then the breadcrumbs. Place them on a cookie sheet sprayed with nonstick spray. Do this until all the nuggets are nicely breaded. Bake at 450 for 8-10 minutes. Once cooled, the nuggets can be frozen and reheated in the microwave for about 60-90 seconds.
*Here’s a Japanese style marinade
1/2 cup soy sauce
1/4 cup white wine
3 T sugar
You can also add 1/2 teaspoon ginger if you like
When I was a teenager, my parents had this couple friend, Mike and Katie. They were super nice people and they had a really sweet dog named Sparky. I can remember that Katie was older than Mike by two years and at the time, I thought that was different, against the norm, weird. Somewhere along the way I had picked up the social programming that the husband was to be older than the wife. I don’t think it was explicit or from any one source. Maybe just through observation I knew that in my family the husband was older than the wife. Years later, I am the one two years older than my husband so clearly this bit of social programming did not sink in very deeply. Really, you love who you love.
But I got to thinking about social programming recently, and examining where we collect our views and biases from. Everyone knows that the kid who is a bully at school is probably bullied at home. Racism, elitism, and so many other -isms are all learned behaviors, and most often the teacher is a parent. This is one of those “everyone knows it” bits of knowledge, but I had a first hand experience with this at – of all places – the birthday party for a five year old.
There were a lot of kids and the family had gotten a…what would you call this…makeup artist? The lady painted on tattoo-like pictures in glitter paint. So, I guess she is a temporary tattoo artist. Anyway, they had gotten this lady to come and put glittery flowers, crowns, butterflies, skulls, snakes and dragons on the kids’ arms. Lots of parents got them too, she was pretty good. One little boy, maybe 1 1/2 was at the display with his dad and they were looking at the various stencils. The little boy wanted a cute little puppy. His dad pointed at a snake. The little boy pointed at the puppy. His dad pointed at a dragon. The little boy pointed at the puppy. I laughed and said to the dad – in that conspiratorial voice of parents everywhere – “well, I guess he wants the puppy” ha ha ha, expecting the dad to give in and let his little guy get the puppy.
The dad said rather crossly, “he’s not getting a dumb puppy. You’ll get the skull.” Then proceeded to get a red and silver flaming skull for the little guy.
His son was in tears.
To say I was shocked would be overstating the matter. I was disgusted. Why force a little kid still in diapers to have a flaming skull painted on his arm? What was accomplished other than teaching the boy that his father will not listen to what he wants, will force him to accept things he doesn’t want, and is probably severely homophobic. Is there some inadequecy that the father was unconciously trying to overcome by making his tot more “manly”?
Before Melody’s birthday party I polled a large group of moms I know, asking “if their boy was invited to a party where feathers were offered, would they be upset, offended, not care, etc.” Overwhelmingly, the moms said that if their boy wanted a feather they would let them get it but some were more cautious, saying their husbands might not like it. I think in particular with kids who aren’t in grade school yet, this is a time to let kids just explore. I tell people that Melody is an equal opportunity “player” meaning that she loves Cars as much as she loves My Little Pony. Buzz Lightyear has married every one of the Disney princesses several times and Evel Knevel pops up in the Barbie world from time to time.
Little boys like many of the same things little girls like. It is parents who teach them that rainbows and puppies are gay, that flaming skulls and dragons are acceptable, and that sports are the only way to express themselves. Certainly I am generalizing here, but work with me. Similar things happen with girls, only having to do with self confidence, body image and “knowing their place” in society. We parents are the ones who teach our children how to approach situations in an appropriate manner and if “appropriate” to us means to put down others who happen to like rainbows and puppies, well we reap what we sow.
I’m not advocating that children should be raised genderless like the two families recently in the news. Personally I think that is pretty stupid. But, when you look at the gear that is available for children, the stereotypes are there before the little peanut even has a gender – boys in blue and girls in pink. I’m lucky my daughter likes pink. I always tell people that prior to the 20th century, boys were more often dressed in pink because pink is a derivitive of red and is a stronger color; girls were in blue because it was the weaker color.
All this social programming can be confusing for children as they get into preschool and gradeschool. They learn one set of acceptable behaviors from their family and all of a sudden they are thrown into the melting pot with all sorts of kids with all sorts of behaviors. I feel bad for the teachers, honestly. That little boy who wanted the puppy opened my eyes to what an enormous impact everything I say and do can have on my child.
So please, if you find yourself at some function where little kids are getting temporary tattoos or whatever, let the boys get puppies and let the girls get skulls. It won’t harm their psyche if they get something less manly or less girly, but it will boost their self confidence and trust in you, their parent because you love them just the way they are.
It is already early November, I can’t believe it! Yet again the year has flown by while I have been watching.
I never did tell you about my ankle surgery, which you don’t really need to hear about, but suffice it to say that two months off during sumemr was not the idylic summer of years gone by that I remembered from grade school. Sure, there was lots of sleeping and TV involved, but doing all that while you are in pain and wearing a cast just isn’t as fun as the carefree days of yore. Oh well. I am in physical therapy and maybe someday I will be recovered fully from this injury.
To add insult to ingury, I don’t need to describe it more than to say “bang.” We will be getting a new car a few years earlier than originally planned.
You saw the pictures of Melody at the pumpkin patch. We carved our pumpkins on the 30th and they turned out great! On Halloween, her school had a little carnival geared at preschoolers – tic tac toe, magnet fishing, stuff like that – and a costume parade. Our little princess very much enjoyed the parade part. She definitely likes being in the spotlight!
Melody went out trick or treating with her Daddy and the neighbors. This
Please, please, please do not send your kids to school sick. We have just made it through our second bout of stomach flu and I am done with that, thank you very much! I realize that we can’t always be sure whether little Susie is sick or just cranky, and there are definitely those times when Bobby feels fine in the morning and is projectile vomiting by naptime. I get it; I really, really do. But I also realize that we all feel the pressures from work to be on time and the pressures from home to “bring home the bacon,” and that may lead some to think that it’s no big deal to drop their kids off at school knowing they will be heading home early to pick up the sick one.
Dear parents, if you find yourself tempted to do that, know this. I will hunt you down and lather you in Lysol, make you come over to my house and clean up the carpets which have absorbed liquids that do not belong on them, and then I will make you drink syrup of ipecac so you can feel my pain.
Love,
Me
PS if your kids don’t go to my kid’s preschool, heed the aforementioned warning but realize the punishment may be much harsher coming from someone else.
PPS DON’T TAKE YOUR KIDS TO SCHOOL SICK!!