Oh, mama. I wrote this...February 15th? Yeah. I promise I'll be a better blogger after my old house is all renovated and on the market. I go there a few hours every day to paint, fix grout, scrub burn marks from Ben sanding the bathroom ceiling two years ago (the burn marks are on the tile from the rubber on the side of those rotating sanding disks, and NO, they aren't scrubbing away...), etc. My poor mom usually puts in more hours in at the house doing the same kind of stuff. I'd stay longer every day, but I have ninos to attend to, etc. I feel really badly for her. She's been so great to do that for me.
I'll show some pictures when we're all done - it looks so nice!!! I wish we could have done all this stuff to the house when we lived there...but I still love our new house, the neighborhood it's in, and the room we have to spread out.
Valentine's Day. Kay. So. Gage's teacher sent a note home that he needed to help me make a box to put his valentines in on the 14th. I totally forgot about it until the night before at like 9. And Gage was long asleep by then. So, um, I made it myself. I'm a bad mom. I'm sure the judgie ladies at his preschool were judging me. They always give me these looks.
We made and ate Valentine's cookies a couple of days before. As usual, it was a horrible experience for me and a fun experience for the kids. And, also as usual, I ate like half of them and probably gained ten pounds. The recipe I like to use has lemon zest in the cookie dough, and dude, that is the secret to really yummy sugar cookies.
Micah kept accidentally flipping them over when he transferred his finished ones on the cookie sheet:
So in December, I decided to head to this guy's rock shop. I thought it would be, you know, in a shop. Nope. It's in the shed behind this guy's house. You go into the front shed, and he's usually tooling around in there. There is a huge pot-bellied stove to give the shed heat, and he has two little dogs that attend to the visitors. He's just this old dude who always wears a baseball hat, flannel shirts, jeans with suspenders, and a big silver moustache. And he loves rocks. He goes to rock shows (didn't know there was such a thing) and trades/buys with other rock hounds. He has his own tumbler thingey to polish the rocks, and he has a stone cutter.
So after you greet the dogs and avoid the pot-bellied stove (Micah was wearing my hoodie when we first went there, brushed up too close to it, and totally singed a huge hole in the elbow. I mourned that hoodie. I loved that hoodie.), the Old Dude opens up an adjoining shed. This one is where his rocks are. And there is NO heat in that part. You can pick a pound of random, larger polished rocks for $10, or if you want the pretty, cut ones, they're $5 a piece. I wanted the pretty, small, cut ones, because they would fit better in the kids' collection boxes.
Old Dude is so funny. I'm always like, "What is this rock called?" And he's like, "Uhhhhhh....maybe some kind of agate?" So I usually have to do my own investigation after I buy the stones.
So I got Sadie quartz and sodalite, I believe...
And dang it, I bought myself two stones!! I'm sick of being jealous of my kids' rock collections! So I am starting mine. I got myself a banded carnelian and a brecciated jasper. I think.
True to my word, I made Ben a little bit more of a manly card for Valentine's Day:
So phew! That was our v-day. I hope I get to talk to you sooner next time. I'm so sorry... if you saw my February calendar, you would have been like, "Whoa." It was totally blacked out with events. Every day. Busy, busy, busy.