lunar eclipse

Did you see the lunar eclipse tonight/this morning? We went out on our roof and watched the moon go from full to completely shadowed. 
View from our rooftop — a warm 75 degree evening that was perfect for moon watching. 

I’ve never seen a lunar eclipse before (that I remember anyway). It seems like all the good astronomy sightings are crack-of-dawn early and I’ve never wanted to see anything badly enough to get up for it. Not since Halley’s comet when I got up by myself at 4 am and sat on the front porch of our house in Oakland and to this day I still don’t know if I was looking at a far away airplane or a comet. Oh well. 
Anyway, this one was perfect for me since it started around 5:30 pm, right as the sun was setting. Pretty nifty and we got a good science lesson out of it. 

Princess Buttercup

She may look like a princess, but she’s a fighter. The situation: Carter has a candy cane — she wants some and loudly lets him know it. He tries to give her a piece of it. She takes the entire thing. Chaos ensues. 

tutu

It turns out that there is a whole other world of crafting and sewing that I haven’t explored because I’ve had boys until now. Who knew that it was ridiculously easy to make a tutu with some tulle and elastic? Obviously the entire entire internet, judging from the thousands of results that come up when you search for “tutu tutorial,” but I was in the dark until a friend pointed out the glittery tulle in the fabric store and said, “you could make a tutu today.” So I did.

A pair of scissors, a length of elastic, and the only sewing required is stitching the ends of elastic together to make the waistband of the skirt. The tulle is cut into 4 inch wide strips and then looped around the elastic as if you were adding fringe to the edge of a knitted or crocheted blanket. Easy-peasy.

This smart girl realizes this is where the magic happens. Someday you’ll get your own machine and together we’ll make tutus and capes for your babies. 
This isn’t the black and sparkly craft project that I thought I’d be sharing on my blog today. This is where I got side-tracked when I went to the fabric/notions store to buy supplies for my other project. I’m about 1/2 finished with the original idea and I’m hoping to finish it in the next day or two — unless I get caught up in tutus again. I have 3 different colors of tulle sitting on my dining room table calling my name. They want to be a pink, purple, and magenta skirt. I never thought I’d be a tutu mom . . .

Phase 3: Paper Chains

First we had the naked tree. Then the musical lights with the store bought, “unusual” ornaments. Then came the homemade construction paper glitter ornaments, followed by another wave of lights — this time flashing LEDs and an “interesting” lighted tube of lights (the blue glowing thing on the tree). We have a power strip tucked up inside the tree to hold all the plugs since none of the strands here plug into each other. Since we have 5 different types of lights on our tree, the non-connecting part didn’t matter anyway.

The final phase of tree decorating this year is the paper chain. I went out and bought a pack of colored construction paper and Carter, Caleb, and I put together a long paper chain tonight to wrap around 2/3s of our tree. The bottom third we’re leaving pretty bare, since Camille already ate several candy canes that turned out to be within her reach. We had to readjust and shuffle everything a few feet up.

Look at this little girl — she holds a pencil correctly. No one ever showed her, she just does it that way naturally. I would wonder if this is one of those “girl things,” but she didn’t get it from me . . . I can barely hold a pencil correctly as an adult.

She is dangerous with the scissors — trying to open and close the blades as fast as she can before mom steps in to ruin her fun. 

The finished labor of love. 

A friend crocheted this cute little santa for me when she heard we didn’t have any ornaments. Isn’t he awesome?
I’m not big on Christmas decorations (really, holiday decorations in general), but this turned out to be really fun. I didn’t think that putting up a tree would be worth the time and energy and I knew we didn’t need a tree to celebrate Christmas, so I thought this year we would go for the “minimalist” approach. I’m a fan of minimalism because it’s a fancy label to throw out when I don’t feel like trying to impress anyone or when I’m feeling too lazy to drag a 7 foot tree out of the closet under the stairs. 
But this minimalist turned out a tree that made all the kids happy and we even got a little crafty in the process. I’m actually considering making stockings this coming week, just for fun. I was going to try and whip some knitted ones out, but I only have sock weight yarn (for those non-knitters that means I have very thin yarn that would take a million stitches to make a stocking-size sock and that would take months, not days) so my alternate plan involves black fabric and something sparkly. Stay tuned for “minimalist Christmas,” part 2. 

want some yogurt?

I end up going to the grocery store almost every day here. In America I tried to go to the store as infrequently as possible, but in Oman I love walking up to Al Fair. I usually take the stroller and buy what we can comfortably carry home, but sometimes I get a little ambitious in my shopping and Camille ends up surrounded by piles of food that I then pack into our reusable bags and wedge them in around her — and usually I have to sling a few over my shoulder too. Good thing the walk home isn’t too far.

Today was a mountain of food day and my little eater managed to bite a hole in the bag of carrots and start gnawing on one while I was busy picking out onions. So I gave it to her. Then, while I was getting (very expensive) turkey for the boys’ lunches, she snaked one of the small yogurts and poked a small hole in the foil lid. When I saw that she was sucking the yogurt out through the top I thought, “How clever! My girly is a genius!” and I let her continue. Since I am not a genius, I failed to anticipate the small hole would eventually become a giant crevasse as curious fingers explored the foil and the yogurt. By the time I saw the mess, it was too late to salvage it.

I got a few curious looks as I walked home, but people look at us everywhere we go, so I’m pretty used to it. It was hard to tell if the one group of ladies we passed was horrified by the toddler with a carrot (choking hazard), the huge mess down her face and front, or the fact that she was squished in between bags of potatoes and eggs.

Right before we got out the hose to wash everything down. Cheers!