Category Archives: Logan

How do you like it?

New site design!!! I’m so thankful I have a computer genius husband, because it would take me a long time to figure all the programming jargon out. All I have to do is show him how I want it to look, make a graphic or two, and WALA! It’s on the internet. Well, maybe not quite as fast as WALA, but close.

I even made an “about me” blurb, but we’re having a hard time figuring out static pages in Word Press.

Also coming soon– shop seedpod! I have “learn to spin” drop spindle kits ready to post, and also some niddy-noddy-nostepinnes for anyone out there that wants to learn how to spin their own yarn. I’ve got some good journal ideas rolling around in my brain too, so hopefully this fall I’ll have some up for your Christmas shopping pleasure.

Also, I’m venturing into flickr. There are lots of cool things it can do. I just need to sit down and figure them out. I want to have a handspun yarn gallery. If anyone out there has bought a spindle from me and made some yarn, e-mail me (jessica AT seedpodbooksandart DOT com) a picture of it and I’ll post it. I just think it would be cool to amass a bunch of pictures of handspun yarn, you know, because pictures are cool.

On a totally unrelated note, but noteworthy nonetheless:
It is a good thing that my boys have nicely shaped heads. Because you can see them very well now. Because they have no hair–well, next to no hair. They were pretty shaggy and I just never got around to giving them haircuts, so, when I went to a meeting Tuesday night, Barry gave them haircuts. Logan’s blond wispy softeness is now about 3 mm long. I had quite a shock, but today I think he is the cutest thing ever again and I love his fuzzy head. I am very thankful to have a husband to helps so much–even if he doesn’t do things quite the way I would. (Stay tuned to Barry’s site for pictures.)

*UPDATE*
There are some glitches with the categories over on the left. If you’d like to look at the posts in a category and get a file not found error, try clicking on “home” first, then going to the category you’re interested in. Not that anyone really cares that much, but I’m just trying to figure out this new layout 😉

Did you know?

Did you know that if your mom takes the jam out of the fridge and sets it on the counter while waiting for a bagel to pop out of the toaster, but you wanted to get the jam out yourself, the world may come to an end and you must scream “Mom you don’t do very nice fings” and “You make me feel really, really mad.” and “DON’T SAY THE WORD!!” over and over again?

Did you know that the prospect of making your bed all by yourself while the rest of the family goes downstairs can cause your stomach to ache, your legs to shrivel up in pain, your fingers to tingle too much to move, and your back to itch, all while you melt into a heap and wail like the boogey-man is after you?

Did you know that if you’re ten months old your high chair is a torture chamber that causes ear splitting screaming?

Well, I discovered all of these things at once this morning and had three kids screaming hysterically for a good solid 45 minutes while I begged and pleaded for them to just let me eat half a bowl of Cheerios so that I could see straight and maybe even think a little bit.

Barry has decided he wants to go into work earlier so that he can come home earlier, so i get mornings to myself again. And my mom was also here visiting for the past week and a half and has sadly returned to her regular life. And we stayed up late last night and watched the BYU-idaho dance teams perform… anyway, it was a crazy morning I momentarily thought I might not survive.

And, there’s more i have to process. A family in our ward lost most of their worldly possesions in a house fire last night. So, I spent the day on the phone tracking them down, finding what they need, answering phone call after phone call of questions and offers for help…

It feels good to be busy serving and knowing that my efforts are really needed…

Anyway, so much to do… so little time. Imagine not having underwear or shoes, or even a toothbrush.

Check out these guys:

First, here’s Super Fluff

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What can I say more? Logan’s hair is awesome; especially right after a tubby! And look at those hands. Their huge!! This kid is a monster. He has no fear. Oh, and I must mention, razor sharp claws.

And now for my crowning achievement of the last few weeks. Meet Rupert (or Ruby if it ends up being a girl when I get it dressed).

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He’s a “rug bear.” I hooked his body pieces with ramboulet (some kind of sheep) and angora yarn I spun on one of my drop spindles on a linen foundation. He’s fully jointed with glass eyes, regular DMC floss nose and stuffed with poly fill. His paws are made of merino wool felt I made all by myself.

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Anyway, I’m super-duper excited about him. I’m working on a little friend, so stay tuned…

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Easter Greetings! (a little late)

Logan has 6 teeth

SIX!!! His first two came while we were in Boise for Christmas. He was drooling and drenching and chewing on everything. Both of my grandmas went on about how he must be teething. “No,” I said, “my kids don’t get teeth until they’re older. Brenna didn’t get teeth until she was almost one.” Well, Logan is not Brenna. Two days after Christmas my mom was holding Logan on her lap reading stories and called, “Jess!! He has teeth!! There are two teeth here on the bottom!” Oh, so that explained the uncharacteristic sleepless night of ear-splitting screaming. I was just in denial. Logan is not Brenna. He got teeth at 5 1/2 months.

Well, last week his two top teeth broke through–after weeks of agonizing swollen gums and snotty nose and moans of pain. (I totally empathize with the mouth pain, since my mouth is full of metal “appliances” to straighten out my jaw.) Then today, while Logan was squirming around on Barry’s lap hanging partially upside down, Barry discovered two tiny points breaking through on either side of the middle ones. Poor baby. I hope he gets a bit of a break before more sharp pointy white things try to cut through his tender baby gums. Barry and Brenna decided growing teeth must feel like Skele-grow. You know, the stuff Madame Pomfrey gives Harry Potter when Gilderoy Lockhart makes the bones in his arm disappear.

Logan has also become mobile. On Thursday he actually started getting somewhere when he tried to scoot on his tummy–instead of just going in circles. Today he is a pro. He’s my first commando crawler. Every once in a while he gets up on his hands and knees and rocks a little, but just ends up face planting. He’ll do it over and over sometimes and scoot along like a little inch worm. Oh, he is so cute I can hardly stand it.

He’s fluffy. His hair is almost an inch long and just stands straight up all over. Even if we get it wet and try to get it to lay down, as soon as it’s dry–poof–it’s straight up again. He’s like a little downy chick. And with the toothy grin and the wiggle crawling. HE IS SO CUTE I CAN HARDLY STAND IT!

Oh, and before I completely forget, here’s his stats. At 7 months old he’s 21 lbs. and 29 1/2 inches long. Lighter than Jonah, but longer. Babies grow way too fast.