H’s growing so fast, it’s freaking me out. She’s actually asleep in her crib right now, our first attempt having her in there for the night. She went down immediately and is perfectly fine, I’m the one having a nervous breakdown.
We’ve spent some time at Holmdel Park this spring, and I love it. We went back the day before Mother’s Day to walk around on a beautiful day, and I took the opportunity to practice my photography skills.
I got the idea in the latest issue of Stitch magazine to make a beach blanket using laminated cotton for the back. This would keep water from soaking through the ground into the blanket you’re sitting on. Genius.
We took H to the beach for the first time today, and we tried out the beach blanket I just finished making yesterday. I’ll post more about that later this week, I’m kind of in love with it.
Today I was bawling over the Houla massacre in Syria. Absolutely bawling while I read about cowardly ax murders, shootings, and stabbings of women, children, and infants. That’s the word I kept seeing in my mind over and over again, “infants.” And I couldn’t look at H without getting hysterical, and I was Googling for the nearest protest I could go and join, and it was time for a dose of joy. So I went straight to bawling over pure awesome like this post on Boing Boing (thanks for the link, LAM). The internet is the great perspective leveler.