Max got his Tiny Tiger Yellow Belt tonight!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Surprise!
Well, I came home last night from work, and what did I see? I saw a finished roof on my chicken coop! And it was all balanced and stuff too! Ron and Cory (the neighbor) had done it during the day as a surprise for me!
That's some fine work there!
Looks inviting!
This coop has the Anne Seal of Approval(tm)
In other news, I was finally able to secure the impossible to find toddler galoshes...and they are cows...because what the world needs more cow boots.
Also, they have little tails in the back.
This coop has the Anne Seal of Approval(tm)
In other news, I was finally able to secure the impossible to find toddler galoshes...and they are cows...because what the world needs more cow boots.
Also, they have little tails in the back.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Moving along
Now that the chicken coop is moved, we can start roofing and painting it. I've already had the neighborhood kids paint 16 "tiles" for the bottom and I'm trying not to get all anal-retentive on the colors.
I really wanted the backgrounds to be all solid primary colors, but apparently the kids had other ideas so my primary color tiles have turned into green, brown, red, mint and vomit colored tiles (thanks Max). I'm just telling myself "kid directed Anne, kid directed." I really want the kids to feel some ownership of the coop and the chicken, and I hope when they see the tiles they did, they will feel a part of it.
I tried this last year when the kids were picking the flowers in my front yard, I bought flowers for each neighbor and told them those were "their" flowers and they could destroy them or let them grow. I would like to say it was successful...it was for the season anyway.
This year they started picking the flowers again and I had to have an "all hands" neighborhood kids meeting about how flowers were living things and if we picked a flower today it would be gone for the whole year (and I swept my hand to the patch of picked daffodils for effect). I promised them all flower beds of their own and all the roses they could endure in the fall if they would leave the spring flowers be. So far, it's working...I still have flowers in my front yard.
In other news, Max damaged the apple tree by hitting it with a stick. Then he tried to blame the neighbor girl. WTF is up with that?
I really wanted the backgrounds to be all solid primary colors, but apparently the kids had other ideas so my primary color tiles have turned into green, brown, red, mint and vomit colored tiles (thanks Max). I'm just telling myself "kid directed Anne, kid directed." I really want the kids to feel some ownership of the coop and the chicken, and I hope when they see the tiles they did, they will feel a part of it.
I tried this last year when the kids were picking the flowers in my front yard, I bought flowers for each neighbor and told them those were "their" flowers and they could destroy them or let them grow. I would like to say it was successful...it was for the season anyway.
This year they started picking the flowers again and I had to have an "all hands" neighborhood kids meeting about how flowers were living things and if we picked a flower today it would be gone for the whole year (and I swept my hand to the patch of picked daffodils for effect). I promised them all flower beds of their own and all the roses they could endure in the fall if they would leave the spring flowers be. So far, it's working...I still have flowers in my front yard.
In other news, Max damaged the apple tree by hitting it with a stick. Then he tried to blame the neighbor girl. WTF is up with that?
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Coop is moved
Look at this lovely picture of the view from my back door.
Notice the giant white area where there is no coop.
Notice the giant white area where there is no coop.
Here it is, actually out in the yard.
Here is a different view. I would also like to remind everyone that chickens don't care if it leans on the outside...
Here is a different view. I would also like to remind everyone that chickens don't care if it leans on the outside...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
paving...good
So, I had a "consult" with my super awesome neighbor about the chicken coop this morning and I've basically decided to put shake shingling on the sides and stain the shingling. This should a) make it look much better and b) provide some insulation during the summer and winter. I'm feeling like this could actually happen now.
In other news...I finally got around to paving the area from my back door to the winter compost pile. I know I should have done this last fall before the ground got soggy, but better late than never, right?
In other news...I finally got around to paving the area from my back door to the winter compost pile. I know I should have done this last fall before the ground got soggy, but better late than never, right?
The backyard pre-path.
With the path!
And here is a bonus corgi picture with my filthy kitchen.
And here is a bonus corgi picture with my filthy kitchen.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Feeling Dishy
Well, school, not to mention freak roller rink accidents have been kicking my booty, but I still had time to do a couple of dishcloths.
The first one is just your standard, increase one, then decrease one diamond shape:
The second one was my own creation, and if you can figure out what it is I will give you ONE MILLION DOLLARS....(ok, I really won't, but you get it, right?)
The first one is in true color, the second is with no flash so the color is off, but you can see the design better:
(If anyone wants the pattern, let me know and I'll post it to this blog)
The first one is just your standard, increase one, then decrease one diamond shape:
The second one was my own creation, and if you can figure out what it is I will give you ONE MILLION DOLLARS....(ok, I really won't, but you get it, right?)
The first one is in true color, the second is with no flash so the color is off, but you can see the design better:
(If anyone wants the pattern, let me know and I'll post it to this blog)
Friday, March 6, 2009
oooooowww
Today we went to a friend's 7 year old Birthday party at Mt. Scott Community Center.
It was was at the roller rink and my son had been roller skating, well I think this was his second time. He was pretty tentative on the rink but after about the 7th time around the rink he was feeling confident, so we rolled six year old style, which is to have mommy hold one hand and hold the rail with other. This worked really well until he wanted me to push him in front of me so he could go faster.
You know, before you have kids, skidding across a poorly maintained wood floor on your knees in only your work pants to cushion the fall would make you scream in agony, demand an escort to your car and martini to calm your nerves, but when you're a mom and you hurt yourself in front of your kids, there is sudden calm stoicism that tells you "I may have just sawed my arm off, but I am so not crying in front of my kid. If I cry, he'll never want to go roller skating again." So, I gathered him in my arms and said "oh, it's ok, let's skate some more!" and then slowly limped around the rink, blood dripping down my leg.
Good times.
It was was at the roller rink and my son had been roller skating, well I think this was his second time. He was pretty tentative on the rink but after about the 7th time around the rink he was feeling confident, so we rolled six year old style, which is to have mommy hold one hand and hold the rail with other. This worked really well until he wanted me to push him in front of me so he could go faster.
You know, before you have kids, skidding across a poorly maintained wood floor on your knees in only your work pants to cushion the fall would make you scream in agony, demand an escort to your car and martini to calm your nerves, but when you're a mom and you hurt yourself in front of your kids, there is sudden calm stoicism that tells you "I may have just sawed my arm off, but I am so not crying in front of my kid. If I cry, he'll never want to go roller skating again." So, I gathered him in my arms and said "oh, it's ok, let's skate some more!" and then slowly limped around the rink, blood dripping down my leg.
Good times.
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