tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777027599207705902024-03-12T19:03:02.902-07:00Narrating LifeMirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.comBlogger528125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-21037467212793021942013-04-19T08:39:00.000-07:002013-04-19T08:39:14.403-07:00Cedar Cedar Pumpkin EaterLast week our little Cedar Cedar turned six months old.<left></left><br />
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I sat down to write about this milestone on the actual day that he turned six months old but was so upset about the whole situation that I had to walk away from the computer. I mean, I literally had him two blog posts ago! And now? Well now just look at him. He's up on all fours <i>all the time</i>. Trying to crawl! What? He gets up on his knees and moves his legs as if he's crawling but his arms refuse to budge. This makes him furious. He looks at me for help and I'm like, "Nuh-uh, Mr. Kid. You're not getting any help with that from me. You'll have to ask your sister." Like I would actually help him crawl. Pfffsh.<br />
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If you haven't met Cedar in person you might not know that he is a very screechy baby. You also might not know that he drools like crazy (if you ever lose him I would advise you to follow the slug-trail of drool he has left behind as he scoots around...I would also say that he's probably under the table. That is where I would check first) and that's only when he's not spitting up on you. If you meet Cedar in person he is going to spit up on you. These are the facts. Of course he's also going to smile at you with those dimples and push his chin into his chest like he is shy. After that you'll forgive him for the spit up. Again, I'm merely stating facts here.</div>
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As far as we can tell there are a few things that Cedar really loves. First of all, he loves us. Which, duh, is rad. He gets all bouncy and giggly when one of us walks in the room. Second, he loves his sister. Boy howdy. I honestly had no idea that the two of them would be interacting so much when Cedar was still so young. He will watch his sister's every move, craning his neck as far as he can to watch her skid back and forth across the floor. And then he laaaaaaaughs. At pretty much nothing other than her presence as far as I can tell. I'm not sure he's a fan of her picking him up though. Have you ever seen those pictures of little kids packing around grumpy cats? Yeah. It's like that.<br />
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He and Tigger are either BFF or mortal enemies; it's hard to tell. Oh yeah, and he likes avocado.<br />
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When Nate lost his job I thought that our timing for having a baby couldn't have been worse. We had to worry about suddenly having no income and no insurance. Then when that crisis was averted I had to spend the late months of my pregnancy packing and cleaning our house. I had to move to a place where I had no friends and no doctor. I was scared that I was going to have my baby right before the rainy winter weather hit and spend the next six months lonely, depressed, and completely overwhelmed. Man, was I ever wrong. This little boy is pure sunshine. Rainy days be damned when Cedar is happy. Plus, I've heard that the best way to stop feeling sorry for yourself all the time is to provide some love and attention to another human being. You may have heard this advice at some other point in your life and I am here to tell you, it really works.<br />
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In summation to what is possibly the least cohesive post I have ever written, I guess maybe it isn't so bad that Mr. Kid is six months old. And if this little boy absolutely has to grow up, at least I get the privileged of being around for it. </div>
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Cedar is taking a nap. Azalea is playing quietly in her room recovering from strep throat. I'm sitting in my sun-lit (thank the heavens!) living room. I remember how I used to blog to connect with people and update my family. I remember adding narration to our life. I remember how blogging helped me heal from postpartum depression. I think about how it made me a better baker, a better writer, and a better mom.</div>
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In the past I would have used blogging to give you details about moving from Idaho to Oregon. I would have told you about our tiny dark apartment. I would have included stories about crying while I packed millions of boxes with the help of dear friends. You would have known that Nate moved to Oregon a month earlier than Azalea and me to start his job. I might have even told you that I was in a rotten/pouting mood from about July to two days before Cedar was born in October; though, you probably would have guessed that from my writing.</div>
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And now that I'm writing this post I can tell you that our holidays were fabulous. Really. Filled with love, and warmth, and pretty much every Seattle tourist attraction I could have wished for. And last weekend we moved out of our dark apartment and into a rental house that has a giant window in every. single. room. And I wander around the house following the sunlight like a lazy cat. No joke. And I have a decent kitchen again that I can spend the next three months setting up to be exactly the way I want it to be. And it occurs to me that I could probably get a job organizing other people's kitchens to the height of efficiency except that <i>they probably couldn't pay me enough.</i> I can also tell you that Cedar is 100% delightful. We can't get enough of him. The same goes for Azalea. I can tell you that we're doing pretty well. And that someday I might like it here too. Those are the kinds of things that I can blog about.</div>
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{With proud daddy and smitten big sister, Azalea.}</div>
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{Hello, beautiful.}</div>
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Little Cedar joined our family on October 11, 2012, and you know what? He fits right in. <br />
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I've been spending the last three weeks writing blog posts in my head about what it is like to have Cedar around. Trying to come up with the words to describe the feel of a newborn's head against your cheek. Composing lines about the crazy cycle of feeding, changing, swaddling, napping, eating, showering, and repeating. Considering complaining about how nursing hurts <i>like the dickens</i> but is somehow bearable and seems to be getting better. And wondering how to explain this weird thing that Cedar does where he eats, gets swaddled, and then falls asleep? Can you even imagine? Honestly sometimes it has me stumped. You should also hear about the way Azalea loves her little brother; especially the way she talks to him as if he is the same age as her, and the way she rushes over to show him something important whenever he opens his eyes. <br />
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Happy October friends!</div>
Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-4969045992507841512012-09-28T05:00:00.000-07:002012-09-28T05:00:13.078-07:00Lest you think I've gone and had a baby<div>
So the other day I thought to myself, "Oh! Diapers!" As in, "Oh! There is not a single damn diaper in this entire house! What is the matter with you? How could you have not thought of diapers yet?" And then my other self said to me, "Oh! You wanna know why I haven't purchased diapers yet? Maybe it is because I spent my entire summer packing my house up by myself? Or maybe it is because after I moved to a new state after living apart from my husband for a month he had to leave on a business trip for three more weeks? " And really, the conversation just continued to degrade from there. My initial self decided to give my other self a break and acknowledged that, yes, we've been a little preoccupied. Then we drove ourselves to Target and bought some stupid diapers.<br />
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And if you were wondering the same thing I was wondering...no...buying diapers didn't make the baby come.<br />
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So...no. I haven't had the baby yet. But I really want to make some kind of drastic change to my hair which has to count as a sign of impending labor right? Right? Well, that and the rumors that gestation typically lasts about 40 weeks...and it has been 39...plus a little. <br />
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But, you know, I'm staying positive. And knitting. And taking naps and thinking about how Z can watch a movie and will need little to no direct care while I sleep. So that's cool. And I knit. I actually have a whole mess of knitting to show you but for now, I'm just going to show you my favorite.<br />
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And that's pretty much all I've got. Pathetic excuse for a post if you ask me but I suppose it will do for now. Especially since I know all you people really want to see is pictures of a newborn baby. Don't try to pretend. I can see right through you.</div>
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Oh one more thing. I have come to the conclusion that there is not a single comfortable place to sit in our apartment. Please be advised that if you too are 39 weeks pregnant and you decide to come over I will be unable to offer you a comfortable place to sit. Don't say I didn't warn you.</div>
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We spent the weekend in Portland visiting Nate's brother and (soon-to-be!) sister-in-law. Z has become quite proficient at packing for long car rides this summer. Go figure.</div>
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We had dinner on Friday night at a place called <a href="http://hopworksbeer.com/">Hopworks</a>, which I kept reading as Hogwarts so, that was cool. I ate myself a giant steak sandwich and took note of how Portlandian my family looked with their top knots and scruffy beards.</div>
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Our final stop of the weekend was a trip to Ikea! Because we have no chairs! Yay! We entered Ikea at 7:00 PM with our exhausted time bomb of a child and we tore that place up. Seriously, if there is one thing we are good at it is hitting that big box Scandinavian store with speed and efficiency. Not possible you say? I'll tell you right now it is all about the pre-planning. It is also about the having previously bought things without thinking them through and then having buyers remorse but living four hours away from an Ikea. It's about saying "no" to Ikea, you guys. Also, not stopping in the kitchen supplies section. It's about that too.</div>
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In case it isn't obvious, we spent our weekend wandering/driving around Portland and eating all of the things (I didn't even mention the street crepes or the protein heavy brunch). It's basically how we Walkers like to roll. It was exactly the kind of weekend our family has been needing because the fact is, we spent way too much time away from each other this summer. Here's to no more of that.</div>
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Last year instead of sending Z to a traditional preschool I participated in a co-op with a bunch of other moms in our neighborhood. As a result I spent an entire school year listening to her ask me if she could go to "real school...you know, with like, teachers at a school and stuff?" So yeah, no fooling her with fake preschool anymore apparently.</div>
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Despite having just moved here, the search for Z's preschool was a rigorous one. First I went to church and found a woman who had a four-year-old. Then, I asked her where she sent her kids to preschool. The next day I called that school and upon learning that they had openings enrolled my Z. No questions. The end. <br />
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Me: Oh yeah? That one is really nice but I'm going to get you this owl one.<br />
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So here's the deal: This morning I started writing a post about what's happening with us lately. But about half an hour into writing I was exhausted. There's so much to say. There's way too many words to edit, and it's definitely an emotionally loaded topic. I realized that mostly what I wanted to do is say hello and check in with all of you, and to somehow break the ice again with this blogging thing. Here's the quick version of what has been going on with details to come when I have the energy. </div>
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In May Nate lost his job.</div>
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We rented out our house in Pocatello.</div>
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We packed up our belongings and put a lot of them in my dad's shop in Burley.</div>
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I have not been happy about any part of this.</div>
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Wait. Except for the part where Nate quickly got a new job. I was happy about that.</div>
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But the rest of it? No. Heartbroken would be a better word for it.</div>
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See what I mean about emotionally loaded? I mean, I started writing this post as a shortened version and it is still taking me forever! I miss Pocatello fiercely, but I'm doing my best to make this our new home. Sometimes I succeed. </div>
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On a happy note we'll be welcoming a new baby into our family in a few short weeks! See?</div>
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Per a dear friend's request, photographic evidence that I am indeed having a baby. Of course this picture was taken in July but let's just pretend this is still what I look like, okay? Okay.</div>
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Also, see that large body of water behind us? That's the ocean. Our new home is about 40 minutes away from the coast which apparently a lot of people are into. So, you know, there's that.</div>
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Okay so, this has been fun! Writing a blog again that is. Please take a second to say hello if you're still here and thanks for your emails and facebook notes reminding me exactly why I write on this silly little space. You dudes are the best.</div>
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Behold. The first completed project in a constantly growing queue of sweaters that I plan to make for this little man joining our family. I love how soft the yarn is and I can't believe how tiny the sweater is. I'm thinking this might be perfect for him to wear home from the hospital and I'm very tempted to make the 12 month size as well so that I can relive the magic of knitting this sweater all over again.<left></left><br />
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The pattern is called Baby Sophisticate and you can find the details for this particular sweater on <a href="http://ravel.me/Mirmandy/tsr9w">Ravelry</a>. I'm off to cast on my next itty bitty woolen item. Wish me luck!</div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-73397315275335378442012-06-04T06:00:00.000-07:002012-06-04T06:00:08.991-07:00Happy NewsHappy Monday friends! This morning I have some news for you that honestly, I should have told you weeks ago. I hope you'll forgive me for the delay considering how totally rad this news is:<left></left><br />
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I'm here because I've reeeeeeally been wanting to tell you about a couple of fun things happening around here these days. So let's get started, shall we?</div>
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Back in January I made what I would consider one of the most impulsive purchases of my life. I bought a letterpress.</div>
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I say the purchase was impulsive because it wasn't something I really talked about buying for more than a few months. If you know me at all, you know that I discuss possible large purchases for a year at minimum. Preferably longer. So when I told some of my friends that I really wanted to buy a letterpress in October and then actually owned one in January? Well, that is akin to grabbing Tic-Tacs at the checkout line for me.</div>
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Here's what made buying this press possible: </div>
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<i>An amazingly supportive husband</i>. When Nate figured out that I was serious about buying a press he was nothing but positive every step of the way. He never told me I was crazy, even though I asked him multiple times. He helped me with research and made suggestions. When we got the press he transformed our shed into an actual workshop complete with electricity, insulation, a heater, and a fan. He repeatedly told me that he just wanted to do what he could to support my dream. Amazing, yes. Thank you, Nate.</div>
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<i>A supportive and flexible family</i>. To buy this press we crashed Nate's family's after-Christmas-vacation. Okay, that's not true, they totally wanted us to come. But what we did do was make them drive a couple hours out of their way to come and inspect the press with us. My dad let me keep the press in his shop for a few weeks, built me a treadle, and helped Nate haul it from our driveway to our shed (presses are really, really, ridiculously heavy). I was in constant awe every step of the way as my family helped in any way they could. Although, I shouldn't have been surprised. That's just the way they are. Thank you, family.</div>
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<i>Online friends and acquaintances</i> who replied to my incessant, long winded, and possibly frenetic emails. I'm talking especially of <a href="http://www.martawrites.com/">Marta </a>and <a href="http://www.amandajanejonesblog.com/">Amanda</a>. Thank you both for your reassurance, advice,and well wishes.</div>
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I feel like there is a million things to tell you about and I don't even know where to start. How about you tell me what you'd like to know? Are you wondering, why a letterpress? What are my plans from here? Feel free to ask away my friends. I'll happily answer any of your questions. In fact, chances are good that I won't be shutting up about this press any time soon. Plus I have a billion more iPod pictures to post. No, seriously there's a lot. And maybe I could even take some pictures with my real camera? Possibly?</div>
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I'm curious. Have you made any impulsive large purchases lately? Also, do you need anything pressed?</div>
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It has taken me a full week to recover from our two weeks of vacation but I think I finally have my act together. The beds are made, the chickens are fed (not before I heard them screeching in hunger), and there is <a href="http://mirandawalker.blogspot.com/2010/03/pizza-night.html">pizza dough</a> rising on the counter for dinner. Speaking of pizza, remember when I asked if anybody has the <a href="http://mirandawalker.blogspot.com/2010/07/food-favor.html">perfect red sauce recipe</a>? Turns out that the Fred Meyer brand pizza sauce (<i>pizza parlor style</i>) is de-freakin-licious, so that is what we use now. Sorry if you don't live by a Fred Meyer. Perhaps I could mail you some?<left></left><br />
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We have a pretty low-key weekend planned. A birthday barbecue for my sister-in-law, some super exciting work out in the shed, and church on Sunday. Any exciting weekend plans for you?</div>
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Right now I'm looking at the mostly dying tulips on my table and thinking it is probably time to put them to rest. After that it is off to the pediatrician for Z's 4yr. well-child check. I may have skipped her 3yr entirely. She may have to get some shots this time. I may not have warned her about that possibly. I may have to make it up to her with fro-yo for lunch.</div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-80009584515561255432012-03-19T08:19:00.000-07:002012-03-19T08:34:42.910-07:00March 19th<div style="text-align: center;">
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You know, March is full of this kind of day. The kind of day that breaks your heart. You may try to tell yourself that this is going to happen. You've lived in Idaho for 24 years of your life, you know this is going to happen. And even though it was spring-y last week, and even though you've been watching the tulips sprout in your front yard, <i>this is going to happen. It is going to get cold again.</i><left></left><br />
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<left><br /></left></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-6182225500350676352012-02-03T12:00:00.000-08:002012-02-03T12:00:05.336-08:00Jet-PuffedYou know those giant marshmallows? The really big ones that are approximately the size of your fist? Or two of your kid's fists? So, would I qualify as a bad mother if my child ate one (perhaps two) of said marshmallows everyday?<div><br /><div> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6810364979/" title="I shouldn't tell you how fast she can polish one of these marshmallows off. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6810364979_7e2c79e22d.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="I shouldn't tell you how fast she can polish one of these marshmallows off." /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, I thought so.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6810365983/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6810365983_a6bf7521e9.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I could tell you that I think marshmallows are gross and that I can't stand eating all of the puffy sugar. Nope. I love 'em. I would probably finish the bag of them before Z could get her hands on them if I hadn't recently turned 30 and started practicing being an adult and showing a little restraint. </div><div><br /></div><div>Incidentally, it takes approximately NO pleading from Z at the grocery store to get me to buy a bag:</div><div><br /></div><div>Z: Whoa. Those marshmallows are really big mommy! </div><div>Me: Oh, okay <i>fine</i>. We can get them.</div><div>Me: Do you want the giant ones or the heart shaped one?</div><div>Me: Or both?</div><div>Z: Both!</div><div>Me: Okay!</div><div><br /></div><div>And then one day Z was trying to fall asleep waaaay later than is acceptable for her to fall asleep if bedtime isn't going to be <i>the worst </i>so I tried to keep her awake by <i>offering her a marshmallow</i>! What kind of mom does that? A desperate one who knows the power of a big freakin' mallow that's who. It didn't matter anyway. She just ate it with her eyes closed and went back to sleep. A feat I decided was a possibly useful talent.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6803926295/" title="Don't fall asleep! You're eating a marshmallow! by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6803926295_0afa520192.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Don't fall asleep! You're eating a marshmallow!" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>On a related note</i>: Z-cakes has recently started saying "dude" much to her parent's approval. She demonstrates excellent inflection and consistently appropriate use. For example:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Z-cakes: Dude, mom! Look at those marshmallows!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Me: Dude, Z. They're peppermint!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Z-cakes: Dude. We should buy those.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Me: Okay!</div></div></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-39068639320115352122012-02-02T20:28:00.000-08:002012-02-02T21:02:40.066-08:00BetterIt's been a busy few weeks. First there was the church talk. Then preschool was at my house. And then I decorated for a big church meeting. That pretty much wiped me out for the month of January.<div><br /></div><div>Sure it may look like I only had three things going on but I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm not a fan of being busy. I very much enjoy having one major task at a time that I can plan and execute at a reasonable pace. This is a luxury I have been granted since graduate school and I'm not about to take it for granted. My ability to multi-task diminishes significantly in the winter. Because my brain slows down? Also I'm prone to Seasonal Affective Disorder. Shocking, I know. All of the previously mentioned events happened pretty much simultaneously. Well, at least within three days of each other. Which is why my mind was a mess trying to organize my thoughts and pull everything together. Fortunately everything went swimmingly. </div><div><br /></div><div>I made <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/269341/crepe-paper-roses?center=0&gallery=274777&slide=269341">giant crepe paper roses</a>! And tissue paper pom-poms!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6762390753/" title="#photoaday I made this giant rose out of crepe paper. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6762390753_f30fece26f.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="#photoaday I made this giant rose out of crepe paper." /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6761954417/" title="Tissue paper bliss. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6761954417_7eb479dfc3.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Tissue paper bliss." /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I had lots of help with the pom-poms, thank goodness.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6773003449/" title="Much better at making these roses after the sixth try. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6773003449_06c83734e2.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Much better at making these roses after the sixth try." /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was much better at the roses after I had made about six of them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6773860397/" title="Used all of the flowers to decorate for a church activity. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6773860397_5868b4db8c.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="Used all of the flowers to decorate for a church activity." /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And I thought the end result was quite lovely. What do you think?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now that I have all of that behind me I can focus on the major MAJOR event of the month: Z-cakes's birthday. My time for planning grows lean, my friends. Her birthday is less than <i>two weeks away</i>! Now I'm wondering if I should do a family party or a friend party. Or both? Cupcakes or layer cake? New birthday crown? (<i>yes</i>) But as I have said, I am running out of time! Decisions must be made! Any and all input is welcome!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, while I'm here, I might as well make a list of the things I've been doing <i>instead </i>of blogging lately. Who knows when I'll be back after all.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Watching <a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/downtonabbey/">Downton Abbey</a> while working on my embroidery calendar.</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Knitting</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Playing Words With Friends</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Thinking about blogging</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Going to bed at 10:00</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Instagraming </div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Helping Z-cakes change in and out of her ballet clothes 12 times a day</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Making dinner every night, yo! Except on leftover night</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: That's pretty much all I can think of right now.</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: XO to you all</div><div style="text-align: left;">:: Happy 6 more weeks of winter</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-66248391321150089802012-01-21T14:18:00.000-08:002012-01-23T12:31:13.070-08:00Quiet<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">This is what I do when my mind is racing. And it has been, recently.</div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6738419967/" title="Current embroidery #curiousdoodles by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6738419967_5e65fc437b.jpg" alt="Current embroidery #curiousdoodles" width="500" height="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6738411683/" title="Never ending knitting. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6738411683_c5fe0aa351.jpg" alt="Never ending knitting." width="500" height="500" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div>I can't seem to find a better way to quiet my mind while the rest of me feels like being silent.<br /><br /></div>In related news this quote that I spotted on my <a href="http://katherinetreeoflife.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-periods-of-our-growth-are-so.html">Kat's blog</a> has been speaking to me lately:<br /><div style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"> <div> <h2 class="the-quote" style="font-weight: bold; margin: 5px 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 14px;"><br /></h2> <h2 class="the-quote" style="margin: 5px 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:14px;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:12px;" >Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening[…]Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.</span></span></span></h2> <div style="margin: 0px; outline-style: none; padding: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; text-align: justify; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;font-size:14px;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:12px;">- Alice Walker<br /><br /></span></span></span><div><br /></div> <span style="font-size:100%;">Amazing, right? Right.</span><br /><br />(Apologies for the unreadability of that quote. I can't seem to figure out what is going on with the type and I have embroidery to get back to)<br /></div></div> </div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-80373699323674130082012-01-11T05:00:00.000-08:002012-01-11T05:00:01.717-08:00Made<div style="text-align: left;">This Christmas definitely helped nudge me out of the crafting slump I've been in for, what, a year now? My handmade gifts weren't as varied as previous years and I'm okay with that. Perhaps I'll narrow my focus and start to actually excel in one or two crafts rather than doing a bazillion sub par crafts? Yeah, you're right. Probably not.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I started the month by adding to my needle felted ornament collection after I panicked thinking we didn't have enough ornaments for our tree. Update: We had plenty. Anyway, the fox and mushroom are the new guys and only took me an evening. Ah needle felted animals, you would think I would make more of you considering how much I love you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6450204965/" title="The beginnings of my needle felted ornament collection. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6450204965_5c041e69ed.jpg" alt="The beginnings of my needle felted ornament collection." height="500" width="500" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Also for the tree, super duper glittery ornaments. I made these while Nate was not home (nor did I mention to him that they had been made...he found the glitter trail all by himself) and nobody was allowed to touch them. Their sparkliness was totally worth the mess.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6505216685/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6505216685_f38ab83ccf.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="500" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6556888273/" title="This has been my view all day. So close! by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6556888273_7f0b5c987e.jpg" alt="This has been my view all day. So close!" height="500" width="500" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I decided to make tent for Z-cakes to replace a completely unacceptable pup tent I made for her this summer. I made this decision around the time that a rational person would decide that there wasn't time before Christmas. <span style="font-style: italic;">Pshaw</span>. I used the pattern from Meg's <i><a href="http://sewliberated.com/products/growing-up-sew-liberated">Growing Up Sew Liberated</a>. </i>I made it with the giant roll of canvas that I had tucked away in my basement. What's that? You don't have a giant roll of canvas in your basement? Huh. Weird.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6671411573/" title="I made this. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6671411573_e879b8138d.jpg" alt="I made this." height="500" width="500" /></a><br /></div><br /><s>It turns out that tents were a super hip gift this year.</s> Ahem. I mean, I totally knew tents were the raddest so I made one because I'm hip like that. Also, Z-cakes loves it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6671416115/" title="She likes it. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6671416115_5a3778e67b.jpg" alt="She likes it." height="500" width="500" /></a><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And now: The Knits.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">An adorable hat for my sister-in-law. This is the kind of hat that I would only make for a fellow knitter, which she is.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6623931943/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7028/6623931943_2a606b8a5c.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="500" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/Mirmandy/orchids--fairy-lights"><span style="font-size:78%;">{details on Ravelry}</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I also made these fingerless gloves for the same sister-in-law, because she lives in Portland and it can get cold there.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6623937847/" title="I made these by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6623937847_284f81667b.jpg" alt="I made these" height="500" width="500" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/Mirmandy/welted-fingerless-gloves-2"><span style="font-size:78%;">{details on Ravelry}</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I made a hat for my Nate. I figured after watching me knit for nearly <i>seven years</i>, he probably deserves something hand knit for himself, right?<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6668898473/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7012/6668898473_ecbf72ebdb.jpg" alt="" height="500" width="375" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/Mirmandy/davids-hat"><span style="font-size:78%;">{details on Ravelry}</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">P.S. I recently updated my <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/Mirmandy">Ravelry project page</a> with photos and words and everything. It took a lot longer than I wanted it to so if you're a Ravelry user you should probably check it out if only to make me feel better. <br /></div></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-66004244234700867712012-01-09T05:00:00.000-08:002012-01-09T05:00:15.499-08:00Basically<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6663426583/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6663426583_236bca21dd.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span >{photo by Z-cakes}</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's what's been happening lately when I sit down to blog. I log in to blogger. I write a title. I write a couple of sentences. I erase them. I write new sentences. I erase them. I write three sentences in a row that are all related to each other. I take a break to sing the intro song to <i>Super Why!</i> with Z-cakes. I reread the sentences. I hate the sentences. I wonder if I have a picture to post. I realize I don't. I decide that I don't feel like blogging. I close the laptop. I knit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Later in the day I post a picture on Instagram and decide that<i> totally</i> counts as blogging. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that, my friends, is my in-depth explanation of why I haven't been blogging lately. It's pretty much the best I can do especially since I hate writing blogs about blogging. It feels redundant. Meta? And just downright awkward. </div><div><br /></div><div>Whew. Glad that's out of the way. Now I can tell you that, no, I am not dead. I have not quit blogging. I don't know if I'll ever go back to blogging every day but I do know I'll be blogging more frequently. I don't have a blog series planned, no big ideas, no Friday features. Just me. And some <a href="http://ink361.com/#/users/2999703/photos">Instagram</a> pictures. And my family. And lots of narration.</div><div><br /></div><div>So basically, I'm back. Get excited.</div><div><br /></div><div>xxoo</div><div><br /><br /></div><left></left>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-56401118264741765532011-12-02T09:57:00.000-08:002011-12-02T10:21:40.928-08:00December 01 (aka: Yesterday)<div>Hello friends! Happy December to you. Did you remember to say <a href="http://mirandawalker.blogspot.com/2009/09/rabbit-rabbit-rabbit.html">Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit</a> yesterday? Woe be unto you if you didn't! (I'm just kidding.) (I think.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Last night I declared our December 1st to be one of the best ones yet. Here's what went down:</div><div><br /></div><div>Since I had to work the first half of the day was pretty uneventful. Just me sitting in the coldest corner of our basement talking to a computer. Glamorous? Yes. Of course when Nate (did I mention I'm sick of calling him N8tr0n on here? Because I am. His name is Nate. Actually, Nathan. But I call him Nate.) and Z-cakes got home the party started.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6442539703/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6442539703_53604134c0_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Z whipped up a quick dinner for us. I must say she is becoming quite the help in the kitchen these days. After that it was off to....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6441774925/" title="Tree shopping last night! by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6441774925_062659c5e1_z.jpg" width="612" height="612" alt="Tree shopping last night!" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">buy a Christmas tree! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is the first time we've purchased a real tree. The first time! I'm sure you can imagine that I was soaking up every second. The man at the tree lot gave Z-cakes a candy cane which basically made her life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6442534225/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7024/6442534225_05db4abae8_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We put our tree up as soon as we got home; that is, after we carried a billion pound water softener down our stairs with our new hand truck and I suppressed my severe anxiety that Nate and I were both going to die trying to get it down the stairs. Anyway, we got the tree up and I've been sitting and admiring it ever since. And also breathing in its intoxicating smell. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6441789053/" title="Tree is up. Now could somebody please come put lights on it? by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7152/6441789053_df10f20428_z.jpg" width="612" height="612" alt="Tree is up. Now could somebody please come put lights on it?" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6442533561/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6442533561_e82fd74605_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I also bought a wreath at Costco for our front door because I've wanted one for like SEVEN YEARS.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The end.</div><div><br /></div><left><a href="http://simplyyoursdesings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo169/simplyyoursdesign/mirandasig.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></left>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-88576050392206503462011-11-22T06:00:00.000-08:002011-11-22T06:00:12.514-08:0030th Birthday Party<left>Over a month after the fact and I still can't stop thinking about my 30th birthday party. That, to me, is the sign of a great party. I am one very spoiled girl.<br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329414654/" title="DSC_5298 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6038/6329414654_125d39b52b_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5298" height="426" width="640" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><left><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329412430/" title="DSC_5296 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6224/6329412430_f5eb09a520_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5296" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329413540/" title="DSC_5297 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6110/6329413540_56b9d49611_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5297" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329417472/" title="DSC_5301 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6043/6329417472_e1264336ae_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5301" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6328683205/" title="DSC_5333 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6057/6328683205_a170efbbe6_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5333" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329444656/" title="DSC_5343 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6229/6329444656_deeb3bfbd0_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5343" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: left;"><left><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Details:</span><br />The party was in <a href="http://spenceandkim.blogspot.com/">Kim's</a> gorgeous backyard which was dressed to the nines (Thank you, Kim!). We started off the evening with a six foot sammie + mingling. Two more of my friends from Denver showed up (Thank you, Ben + Rachel!)—once again, a <span style="font-style: italic;">complete surprise</span>!<br /><br />As the evening grew chilly we passed out scarves, coats, and hats (we were crazy enough to plan an outdoor party, <span style="font-style: italic;">in Idaho, in October</span>) and we started the entertainment—TRIVIA! Some of you may know that N8tr0n and I loved going to trivia with friends while we were living in Denver. We were able to purchase trivia questions from the same company for our event! The questions were mainly 80's/90's themed (too bad for the 20-25 year old crowd) and my brother in law Kevan was our fantastic quiz master.<br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329459516/" title="DSC_5361 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6091/6329459516_e707f2c90a_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5361" height="426" width="640" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329458552/" title="DSC_5360 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6225/6329458552_7466b7bd26_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5360" height="426" width="640" /></a></left><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329461682/" title="DSC_5363 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6232/6329461682_8d4d91420b_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5363" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">As the evening progressed (and got colder!) we broke out the hot chocolate and munched on fried food (think jalapeno poppers, fried pickles, tater tots, you know, bar food). <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6328708629/" title="DSC_5364 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6050/6328708629_ee720b7e98_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5364" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">In lieu of a cake, we ate homemade doughnuts (Thank you, April + Sarah!) which were the perfect end to the night. <br /></div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6328712697/" title="DSC_5368 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6045/6328712697_3c6db4cc0b_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5368" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6329474028/" title="DSC_5388 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6211/6329474028_a4b81bfb6a_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5388" height="640" width="426" /></a><br /></div></div><left></left></div><left></left></div><left><br /></left><div style="text-align: left;"><left>At the end of the night we sent everyone home with a homemade caramel apple favor (Thank you, Mom!)</left>. <br /><br />I honestly can't think of a single thing that would have made this party better. Being surrounded by the people I love, eating good food on a chilly October evening in a town that I love. What's better than that? Nothing.<br /><left></left></div><left></left></div><left><br /><a href="http://simplyyoursdesings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo169/simplyyoursdesign/mirandasig.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></left>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-58762795570285028732011-11-21T06:00:00.000-08:002011-11-21T06:00:12.050-08:00Oops. Been gone a while.<left>Two weeks? Dudes. I did not mean to be gone for two weeks. I must apologize for that. Although, you should understand that I really don't have time to blog. Because I'm knitting.<br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6351910384/" title="This is pretty much all I've been up to. by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6043/6351910384_1f70823f00_z.jpg" alt="This is pretty much all I've been up to." height="612" width="612" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><left><br />No, really. I mean, I'm working. I'm feeding Z-cakes. I'm running the dishwasher. But otherwise? Knitting. <br /><br />You should also know that I have a bundle of blog posts written in my head and there is a good chance that they'll actually be published in the near future. <span style="font-style: italic;">Fingers crossed</span>. It's just that you can't type and knit at the same time, you know? Unless you have someone to dictate to and N8tr0n is at work right now. And Z-cakes? Well Z-cakes is downright horrible at dictation. Trust me.<br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6373605139/" title="Family game night by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6059/6373605139_196f8f7c1a_z.jpg" alt="Family game night" height="612" width="612" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><left><br />Last night we had a family game night. N8tr0n and I sat there marveling at how much we love Z-cakes and how amazing her attention span was and how hilarious it was when she said, "whoa, I am <span style="font-style: italic;">way too fast</span> for you!" And just now I realized that in a few short months that girl will be <span style="font-style: italic;">four years old</span>. And I'm going to put that thought out of my mind just as quickly as it entered.<br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6373610861/" title="The winner! by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6222/6373610861_22e69fda92_z.jpg" alt="The winner!" height="612" width="612" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><left><br />If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this I will have been to an aerobics class at the gym with Emmylou and will probably be considering a mid-morning nap. I hope your Monday goes according to plan to friends.<br /><br />XO<br /><br /><a href="http://simplyyoursdesings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo169/simplyyoursdesign/mirandasig.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></left>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-65323833754746138562011-11-06T22:03:00.000-08:002011-11-07T07:29:22.587-08:00Weekending<div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6321508336/" title="DSC_5586 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6240/6321508336_5ec513185e_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5586" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6321497454/" title="DSC_5595 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6213/6321497454_799504118d_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5595" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6320984035/" title="DSC_5585 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6043/6320984035_a7def52d70_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5585" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6321500682/" title="DSC_5599 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6048/6321500682_e4e8b29fb2_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5599" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6320971613/" title="DSC_5592 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6112/6320971613_7eb23e1646_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5592" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6321511674/" title="DSC_5590 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/6321511674_bb46888e88_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5590" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6321499694/" title="DSC_5598 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6098/6321499694_0bc705926d_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5598" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6320979259/" title="DSC_5604 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6223/6320979259_6b988cfe4c_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5604" height="640" width="426" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6320973249/" title="DSC_5594 by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6320973249_2da996b3dc_z.jpg" alt="DSC_5594" height="426" width="640" /></a><br /></left><left></left></div><left><br />To say that I had fun at our first ever letterpress class this weekend would be a devastating understatement. I was positively giddy the entire time. I could have spent hours at the <a href="http://www.idahoposterandletterpress.com/">Idaho Poster and Letterpress</a> studio searching every drawer and fingering all of the gorgeous type. But since our time was limited, I pulled a few cards and then busied myself with picture taking and question asking. Good luck getting me to shut-up about letterpress from here on out.<br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6321087857/" title="Untitled by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6105/6321087857_b52aa9b102_z.jpg" alt="" height="640" width="640" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><left><br />But that wasn't all that made our weekend so fantastic. We also went to see Ira Glass speak at BSU! I figured seeing this show was as close as I was going to get to having him over for dinner. Of course I loved every second and wish I had it all on tape so that I could listen to the entire thing again. If he is on his way to your town, I would highly recommend attending. And if you do, let's chat about what it is like to tell people about your weekend plans. For example, I had this conversation several times in the last two weeks:<br /><br />"Any plans for the weekend?"<br />"Yeah! We're going to see Ira Glass!"<br />"Blink...blink. To see what?"<br />"Oh. He's the host of <span style="font-style: italic;">This American Life</span>. A...radio program?....on...NPR?"<br />"Ah."<br />"Yeah. Anyway..."<br /><br />I hope your weekend was equally as wonderful. Today Z-cakes and I both have coughs so we're going to be wearing flannels and watching a lot of movies. I can't say I'm complaining.<br /><br /><a href="http://simplyyoursdesings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo169/simplyyoursdesign/mirandasig.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></left>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177702759920770590.post-23458211933112685142011-11-04T14:17:00.000-07:002011-11-04T15:00:11.310-07:00Random Friday<div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6312891895/" title="list by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6312891895_d7f26af52d_z.jpg" alt="list" height="426" width="640" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><left><br />:: Sometimes I like to pretend that I am the kind of person who has personalized stationary for which to write to-do lists on. This leads to me drawing headers on the top of all of my post-it notes. Do you do that too? No? Just me?<br /><br />:: N8tr0n and I have big plans for the weekend that I have been looking forward to for a few weeks. I can't wait to tell you about it in a Weekending post. What are your plans for the weekend?<br /><br />:: I just painted my fingernails gold.<br /><br />:: N8tr0n fixed our water heater (thank you, N8tr0n!) and slightly flooded the basement in the process. Fortunately no damage was done and truthfully I'm kind of glad it happened. I've been meaning to organize that side of the basement for a year and now I have no choice. Wish me luck.<br /><br />:: We are supposed to get snow this weekend.<br /><br /></left><div style="text-align: center;"><left><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nateandmiranda/6313412756/" title="leaves by N8tr0n, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6120/6313412756_6ac10d8b28_z.jpg" alt="leaves" height="640" width="426" /></a></left><br /><left></left></div><left><br />:: I can't think of another time in my life when I have been happier.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://simplyyoursdesings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i372.photobucket.com/albums/oo169/simplyyoursdesign/mirandasig.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></left>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888264290380513746noreply@blogger.com4