Thursday, May 28, 2015
You guys . . . I totally MADE this wreath. With my hands. And no help.
Well . . . let's be honest. Me and Pinterest are like this (crosses fingers). It had every potential to turn into a Pinterest fail, but turned out pretty cute, right?!
I am certainly not a crafter—but when I saw how simple this wreath was to make, I thought I'd give it a shot. If you like it, and want to make one of your own, you'll find some very helpful tutorials here and here and also here from people who officially kick ass at crafts. If I can do it, you can, too!
Note: I'm thinking about making these for a Russia Mission fundraiser. Let me know if you'd be interested in one and we can work out price/colors, etc. I'll even let you take credit for the "craftiness"!
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
I was holding Bennett's little hands in mine the other day, and the realization that his pudgy wrists and fingers are thinning hit me. Hard. It won't be long until his deliciously fat little thighs officially grow into long, lanky legs. Months maybe.
Elegy for Bennett’s Baby Fat
The fat sausage feet I’ve snacked on
for months help you flee from my nibbles.
You say, Don’t get me and run circles
around our ottoman, dripping
baby fat from your thighs and giggles
from your mouth. I fattened that face
with milk from my breasts, and now
it’s been swallowed up by a boy
I don’t recognize. I scoop you up
and chomp on thinning forearms
that used to double over like rubber
bands encircled your wrists.
You say, Eat food, Mama,
and wriggle from my grasp
the same way the boy sneaks out
from the baby you used to be.