Month: December 2011
Princess Buttercup
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.