
Spring
since my brain will inevitably bury all the memories under a layer of everyday worries I must preserve them elsewhere

Spring

Is it spring yet?
So the long awaited toy is here. Now the Mac learning curve begins. For starters I’m no typer, but this virtual keyboard is quite fun and surprisingly fast to type on. The clarity of the display is just amazing, actually it’s too good, because it shows how sh… My photos are 😉 I mean not sharp at all. I haven’t checked our vacation pics on this display yet, but I already tried couple tricks with the journal and I can tell it will be fun to finish the vacation journal on this toy.
My husband commented on my previous post and praised my use of words. Strangely it got me thinking that I didn’t or couldn’t have this kind of pouring of my heart out conversation with him. It turns out that by reading my blog my husband can know what is going on inside my head, one might ask what happen to talking to each other 🙂 ? We do talk, but conversations tend to be filled with the everyday stuff, so we don’t go all philosophical on each other, for going deep I have my journal, aka blog.
I haven’t been in touch with my fabric designers’ blogs lately, all preoccupied with the doll house. Today I popped in on Heather on http://www.heatherbailey.typepad.com/
and she got me thinking. In my new year’s post I promised myself post about Sara. In last few months she turned into a super cuddles and she loves when you rub her arm. As a baby she hated when you touched her hair, but now she lets me play with her hair a bit, which I love, her hair is so soft and fine.
She will be 3 and ¾ tomorrow 🙂 and I already have her birthday party half planned and all her presents are hiding in the garage. The doll house still needs a bit of work, but considering that I have 3 months to do it I’m in no hurry.
But back to what Heather was talking about. I have a huge box under my bed filled with Sara’s art work from school, most of them are sheer “products”, but she brought some tracing sheets home the other day and I realised that she truly is a preschooler. I know she works on her workbook at school with Miss Lindsay and she does her Montessori work with Miss Elizabeth. Her counting still sucks ;), her brain is not 4 yet for sure, I’m still waiting for the leap, for the light bulb to go off and she will get the quantitative properties of numbers, so far nada :)))
She is quite interested in human body. We have a bunch of books about how body works and she loves her ToCa BoCa doctor game. I try to explain as much as I can and she is really into it. Couple days ago she got a little paper cut on her finger and she ask J if it will affect her oxygen? How funny is that? She also makes sure she “gets her exercise” meaning she runs the laps in the house :))))
Heather wrote some “essays to my daughter”, I don’t think I want to go that far just yet, but looking back on my own mom I wish to know her better. Luckily I have the luxury of being able to ask her that very question. I would like to write down for my daughter (in case she never gets to ask) what makes me happy. There is no particular order to that list, so here we go
25 things that make me happy (2012)
1 sunshine
2 cuddles with Sara
3 great meal that I cooked
4 my own freshly baked bread
5 digging in the dirt
6 admiring the results of work in the garden or my lovely flower planters
7 new shoes
8 bike rides
9 great music
10 vacations with my family
11 my iPhone and iPad
12 making the doll house
13 clean counter top when I wake up in the morning
14 good coffee
15 letters from my mom
16 swimming in warm ocean
17 snorkeling
18 skiing
19 tidy house
20 ironing
21 ironed pillow case and freshly made bed
22 friends
23 my husband
24 flower arangments
25 sleep
This is my today’s version of happiness list, what is on your list?
Strange times…
Last few days have been very trying and eye opening.
While we are as happy as we can possibly be, other people’s lives crumble in front of our eyes. That leaves me with a strange feeling of having the duty to reach out, where I would possibly choose to stay out of it just a few weeks ago.
I don’t want to speak in code, so I will leave this topic alone.
I want to dedicate this post to mourning the loss of John. We had good times, we had falling apart times, all we are left with is wondering what would be if…
Ones life is a product of past experiences and interactions with all the random and less random people in our lives. Why is it we choose one path over another? I would love to know, then maybe I would know the secret of life itself.
Right now all I can offer is an “invisible hug”.
I feel a bit strange talking about my life and kitchen redecorating when person I knew was reduced to just memories, but life itself is strange, so I guess I just go on.
We took a little family day today and took Sara sledding on Cypress. I realized that I managed to just be and enjoy the precious time with my wonderful family. I always rush and have the running schedule in my head, but for the very first time I just was, was there for my daughter (who might not appreciate it now, maybe one day) and for my amazing husband.
So so long John, rest in peace.
A huge stack of boxes was waiting for us at The Palomino Estates 🙂
The furniture for Sara’s house is just so awesome, the chairs from CB2 are so well made. I was expecting some flimsy tree ornament, after all I paid $0.90 for each. But they are awesome and very sturdy, even ok for little hands. One problem arose thou, I built the house and didn’t really cared for the scale. Now that I bought real furniture made in the 1:12 scale, I can’t wait to put it in and see how it works out. I know already the bathroom is too small for all the furniture, so there is a possible extension of the floorspace. I still haven’t made the last wall so I might make a little nook for the fab free standing tub.
The front entry door is just neat, but I’ll have to built the frame, which means two wonderful new tools, little saw and a tiny mater saw guide. That means I can not only built perfect frames, but the table for the patio, oh my :))))

High on paint fumes, but happy about the sparkling white ceiling in my kitchen 🙂
I went a bit crazy and painted the window sills as well, must be the fumes.
Seven weeks to go at the office and my beautiful new toy is on it’s way, oh boy.
This morning when we left the house we saw a grandma dragging her grand daughter to the preschool. The old lady was Chinese and she was talking partially in English and part Mandarin. So all together it just sounded like angry shouting by this tiny lady. To my horror my kid decided to walk right behind them on the side walk laughing her head off!!!! When I asked her what is so funny she said that it makes her laugh when other kids are crying. Am I raising a psychopath? Well she went on to explain to me that it makes her feel good when she sees somebody crying, because she knows that she is not feeling as sad as them…
I of course gave her a lecture about compassion and empathy, but I felt that she was so right (in her little bit over the top preschooler kinda way). When I see somebody being miserable it makes me fell good knowing I’m not them 😉

This pretty morning surprised us today, the sun was baking into our kitchen windows and with Sara at school there was only one thing to do, bake.
I tried another adjustment to the apple brownie recipe. Less sugar (half a cup), apple sauce for moisture and just spelt flour. The cake turned out kinda crumbly for some reason (well, it has something to do with the gluten content, more like the lack of it). I still have lots to learn, but at least Jason like this version.
No, unfortunately. Office is just nuts.
I’m counting weekends down, just 8 weeks to go…
Well, right now I’m just burned out, it was very busy in the last two weeks and this week will be equal to mental. The long awaited kitchen ceiling painting is here. After that trip to Palomino Estates and I swear it’s my Christmas this time, all the goodies for Sara’s doll house. I’m afraid it will be hard to give the house to Sara 🙂 but I will be brave and will not whine about it too much.