Chapter 45, finishing things

After finishing the second sock, I decided it was time to finish up a few other WIP's/UFO's. So my knew resolve for the next 6 months is that I have to finish one old project before i can start a new one. In theory that means I should cut my new project starts in half, and my WIP's/UFO's in half. We shall see. So after finishing the socks, I decided to finish up the granny square baby blanket. I found I had 30 squares done, which is enough to make a baby blanket, so I am slowly sewing them into rows and hopefully will have them finished soon. Once it is done I am going to start on my "year of the wiener" embroidery (and to be honest, I will probably cast on another pair of socks. LOL)

Chapter 44, A pair of socks!

I finished the other sock! I now have a pair. I am so stupid proud of myself. LOL it is early and the only ones up are me and the dogs. (Who are not that impressed with the socks, and would rather know more about what I am eating) I am ready to start another pair. I know it sounds silly, but I feel so smart. I can knit socks and baby sweaters, I can crochet granny squares and simple things, I can make quilt top, I can embroider, I can create a crazy quilt square, and I can almost tat! I am woman, hear me roar!!!! I can all the things that are considered old fashioned, or at least some of the things! Now if I could just find the perfect recipes for mac-n-cheese and rice pudding.

Chapter 43 What makes you a mom?

If anyone asked me if I was a mom, I would probably say no. and yet, the events of the past few weeks has really made me stop and think. I have the two step-children that I love to pieces, worry over, and at times argue with. But for whatever reason I was sure I wasn't a mom cuz no one calls me mom. Oh i think of myself of mom to my furrbabies, but that was it. Then Saturday, Nicholas was up all night with an earache. I sat up with him, not because I had to, but because it felt right, if that makes any sense. I sat at the desk, making sure the hot water compress stayed warm, that he was okay, and watching him sleep. I am the one who washes sheets when some one has an accident, cleans up throw-up when someone is sick, worries about fevers, and stresses about to much junk food. I am the one the kids want to sit next to and they tend to curl up with me and offer hugs. I am the one who takes pride in what they do, and gets on them to do better, the whole time trying to support what their mom and dad are telling them, yet making them realize that they can talk to me if they need someone to talk to. So I wonder, does all this make me a mom? How do I define a mother?