Quilt on Hold

The girls reading together sweetly, next to Wren's new old quilt. Grandma heard about Wren's bigger bed and offered this incredibly beautiful wedding chain quilt. I would take a better picture but so far it's always in use. Wren has loved looking at all the different blocks and picking out her favorites. I am dreading having to wash it- any tips on washing imminent bed wetting out of delicate antique quilts? It's a glamorous life I lead.

Since I'm not slip-shodding my way through a fast quilt for Wren, I got inspired by Rachel and made a batch of cute baby wipes. We usually just use washcloths and a spray bottle, but I cut up one of the gazillion flannel receiving blankets in the house (I swear they reproduce in the closets) and backed it with Ikea washcloths and ta-da! We are wiping baby asses in style! The Rodens are nothing if not chic.

Backpack Weekend

So much for my couch potato plans. We ended up spending most of Saturday on a picnic at some land Chase's family owns in Bastrop (and then driving around bustling downtown Bastrop looking for someone selling pumpkins. No luck- we'll go to the grocery store I guess).


It was piney and remote and we had all kinds of cobb house/straw bale house/Roden commune daydreams.

And Sunday, in a consumerism backlash, we decided to organize all our closets- which necessitated a trip to Ikea. We discovered THE BEST shortcut EVER, and Chase was spared the dreaded Ikea Fatigue Syndrome. We did forget the enormous and shitty picture frame we've been meaning to return for months. It broke as I was unwrapping it. THANKS SWEDES. It is still propped all wonky against our bedroom wall, waiting to crush a child. Anyway...


Yea for cinnamon rolls! And yea for getting our tiny-ish house in order, finally. We took mountains of computer cords and ugly clothes and all sorts of things to Goodwill. And now we can open all our closets without shame (for about a week anyway...)

Neti Pot Fail

Sinus Infection Win-

As diagnosed by my new doctor and his friendly tag-along med student this afternoon. Sinus infections are NOT FUN. Also they make you throw up. Who knew?

So no camping, obviously. I'm currently fighting back against the disgusting lingering antibiotic taste in my mouth with a bowl of ice cream. Take that sinuses! You're not the boss of me.

In other news, my dad is attending his 45th class reunion this weekend. Quote: "Well I paid the money so I might as well show up..." Indeed. I think he's looking forward to it, and I hope he has a nice time.

I will spend this weekend moaning weakly, with my head slightly elevated on the couch. I plan to knit when I'm feeling up to it, demand beverages from my helpers, watch an entire DVD of Gossip Girl episodes, and wean Jane. No antibiotics for baby. I've been putting it off for a while because it's so permanent, but she only nurses once a day now, and it's such a sweet quiet moment in the afternoon. Time to let that go, I guess. I suppose this also means I have to join a gym or something...?

Obviously after I feel better, oh and after I make Wren's quilt, and that other quilt, and do my homework. Okay maybe I'll just try to walk the dog more.

Desperate Times

So I've heard a lot about this thing, and due to a week of congestion and the threat of a cancelled camping trip this weekend if I still can't breathe through my nose, I'm going to give it a shot.

If I don't drown myself in the attempt, I will report back on how it works.

Hat! And Contagion!

I wrapped up this hat last night on double pointed needles, staying up late listening to This American Life. It was the one where the baby girls are switched at birth- so bizarre. The hat is not quite that muddy green, more olive- difficult to get a representative picture of that color. It's the free Soule Mama pattern, and it's going to be wrapped up and put away for someone until Christmas. I predict that I will forget it and scrounge around desperately for a present, only to discover it at the last minute and be happily relieved.

Chase fell asleep putting Wren to bed at 8:15 last night. He -finally- caught the hell virus that has laid the rest of our family low for weeks. He had a fever and chills after dinner, and then when I checked on him "helping" Wren brush her teeth, he was stretched out fully clothed in the empty bath tub, resting his face on the cool tiles. Poor poor Chase. I am sad to see him suffer. However, I would not be human if I weren't feeling just a tiny bit vindicated. A tiny bit.