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Pooperdink!

Little Miss Pooperdink has been busy this week, meaning lots of laundry and just a few baths.

kick kick kick

When I was pregnant I had a hard time sleeping because Izzy was a kicker. It seems that now that she is an actual person, things have not changed.

Hooray Youtube!

Sometimes when Izzy is crying and I don't know why, I show her this video and she stops crying.



She goes from this:



to this:



We don't question why.

tiny evils

Food storage-wise, Matt and I have quite a few buckets of wheat. However, in the event of a catastrophe we would probably still starve because I don't really know much about turning raw wheat into food. So now I'm baking bread for practice. We'll see if it turns out delicious.

Anyway, so today I'm baking bread from wheat that we ground ourselves and have stored in an airtight plastic container awaiting use. I also have some bread flour from way back in the day when I used to make bread more often. Apparently that was a long long time ago because guess what I found? That's right! Weevils! A whole little pile of them had gnawed their way into the bottom of the sack, and I hadn't noticed because...I'm unobservant or something. So that's a (small) bag of flour wasted because even though my dad says bugs are a good source of protein, I probably won't be baking with it. Fortunately they can't (didn't?) eat through plastic.

Weevils must be magical wee beasties, though, because I don't know how they got there. One of life's littler mysteries, I suppose.

quilting and stories

Over Christmas I read "The Persian Pickle Club" and ever since I've been noticing fabrics. I would love to make a quilt of my own, but alas, I do not even own a sewing machine. However, I do own a laminator and a binding machine, so I could write a story about quilting and then turn it into a book. I won't, though. That's not something I feel like writing. Anyway, the point is that I would like to make a quilt but as of now I do not have the resources. This post is to serve as a reminder of that goal so that I don't welch on it. In the words of my ever-loving husband, welching is for sissies and little girls.

rawr!

So, this was Izzy's Christmas present. She seems to have noticed it. Basically, it's a giant, round T-Rex. It's extremely soft and huggable, which she will appreciate when she is older. In a little while, when she can hold on to the things she would also like to chew on, we will introduce her to Oh Henry the Brontosaurus. (At least, I think he's a brontosaurus.) He's been waiting on the bookshelf for her.