Brought to you by: The Letter C

C is for CRAFTS

I could spend hours in a certain craft store that begins with Mi and ends with chaels.

I love paper crafts, wood crafts, paint crafts--but it has to be something where I dont have to read a lot of directions--part of a craft is learning by doing, in my opinion.

So I may have bit off more than I can chew with this craft....



I knew a long time ago that I wanted to make O-man's stocking--my mom made all of ours, and I still love being at home for the holidays and seeing that very special stocking hanging on the mantel. And it's just my luck that the manufacturer of my stocking pattern has started making the kits again! Yippee!

But oooohhh, wow. There are a lot of directions, a lot of dotted lines and pieces of sequins and string, and on and on and on...

Let's just hope that Santa will still leave a treat for O-man if my crafty ambitions don't pan out before Christmas Eve!

Brought to you by: The Letter B

B is for BOTTLE




And no, not these kind....






THESE kind....

I can't say for sure when I started liking wine. But I'm in love now. Our relationship matured quickly.

I know that the wine coolers I had in college made me think I knew what wine was like, but thank goodness there were better options after Zima (ever add a jolly rancher to it?!), Mikes Hard Lemonade*, and Boone's Farm!

I definitely don't consider myself a wine snob. I don't do well with pairing my food with what wine I drink--I just like what tastes good! However, I seem to go through phases with my red and white-up until recently, when LJ reintroduced me to a great red, I was strictly drinking white and blush--and now I'm back to enjoying a good Shiraz/Cabernet/Merlot every now and then.

I'm also lucky to live in a state where you can't go ten miles and not see a sign for a vineyard. We definitely enjoy supporting the local economy :)

BUT, I feel there is huge void in my wine relationship.

I have yet to enjoy Two Buck Chuck from Trader Joe's. GASP! I know...its terrible and I feel ashamed to admit this. But, we don't have a TJ's near me--so I'm determined to map out the nearest location, and make sure I take a road trip in the very near future.

What is your favorite wine? Is there one that should be occupying a slot in my wine fridge?





*I do know some people who still enjoy this beverage, and if I'm honest, I still reach for one every now and then...

Brought to you by: The Letter A

So I wont admit to you how many times I had to count the number of days in the calendar to match up with the letters in the alphabet.

See, Ive had this plan for 30 posts in 30 days since I remembered it was NaBloPo month--but, of course....there are 30 days in the month, and there are only 26 letters in the alphabet.

Like I said, I wont tell you how long it took me to work it all out.

Anyway!

And in honor of my most favoritest childhood show, Sesame Street, I wanted to do my part in honoring the 40th anniversary. I dont know what I would have done with out Big Bird and Grover...but much as Sesame Street was a fantastic influence on my childhood, it also caused me to have some issues...

I cant look at a letter (or number, for that matter) without thinking of its puppet version--and whether its female or male. Really.

It's a total OCD thing. Like, when we were deciding on the O-man's name, I had to figure out if the letters in his name were balanced enough--I didnt want too many female puppet letters since he was a he.

Still with me, or have you called the loony-bin? Dont tell me Im the only one....

So I hope you enjoy this homage to the the educational show that was such a great influence, no matter how you spell it out :0)

A is for ACTIVE

Oh man, is he ever!

It's like a light switch just turned on one day not long ago...he was rolling, sometimes scooting, and content to just sit and play with toys in front of him. And then: BAM.

Crawling, waving, pulling up to stand. And now throw swimming like a fish into the mix. He is not afraid of the water--which is great--just man, I am zonked by the end of class. Forgot it might be a good workout for dear old mom.

I knew this phase was coming--I just didnt know how FAST it would happen. He's really becoming a little boy. A fantastic, ACTIVE, little boy....

Look, Ma! I can sit!


Look, Ma! I can crawl!


Look, Ma! I can stand!

Wordless Wednesday: Best Buds

Professor O-man

A philosophical break down of my day:

I started the day by proving to my dear mother, that no matter how many
extra ribbons she adds to my bumper pad, I will still pull it down
during my early morning pilates.

I was bored with my noise makers, so I decided to crawl after a lovely cord hanging
out of the wall, thus causing my mother to spill her morning coffee. Delightful!

I practiced my aquatic exercises with ease--I quite enjoy being in the water,
and look forward to going back to our next class on Thursday.

I did some light afternoon reading--Wall Street Journal to start,
and finished with The Cat in the Hat.

Dinner time conversation was splendid--told Daddy all about my swim class and
how Mommy did not become too alarmed when I swallowed half the pool.

I so enjoyed bath time tonight--I was able to practice my splish-splash and told my bath
toy friends all about the BIG tub I played in earlier today.

My nightcap was so delicious--and just what I needed before tucking my slippers
under the bed, and snuggling in for a good night's rest.