How I have been spending my time

This past weekend our family made a little trip to Bear Lake where we had the Moss Family Reunion.  The weather was perfect, company great, and pretty good food.  I however was not feeling the best (I guess that is what I get for playing racquetball two nights in a row - having not played for ten years prior to that), so I didn't get a ton of pictures.  But here is one of the boys taking a rest on the beach of Bear Lake.

For dinner the first night, we ate at a pizza place in Garden City. But this was no ordinary pizza place. They cater to large groups. They have the "Old Ephraim" pizza that seriously served all twenty something of us that were there. This is a picture of the pizza pan empty - it is 28"!
I think that it was by far the largest pizza I have ever seen. It was pretty tasty too. A big thanks to Grandma and Grandpa Moss for the fun dinner.

I have also been in a "project" mode lately.  I figure I don't get in the mood to do projects too often, so when I get the project bug, I usually try to do some sort of project.  Lately I have been making bags.  I guess you can call me the bag lady right now.  I have really enjoyed using cloth bags instead of plastic or paper when I go to the store (any kind of store).  At first it felt kind of weird to say "Oh, I already have a bag here", but I got use to it pretty quick - and it is much better for the environment.  I guess my friend "Sheri the tree hugger" is rubbing off on me (in a good way).  So, I heard about this website that sells different kinds of bags and I thought about buying one, but I was too cheap to pay for shipping, etc.  So I thought - hey I can probably sew one of those myself.  I went to the fabric store, bought a .99 pattern and then modified it to be like I wanted it.  I also found some inexpensive, cute fabric and I just keep on sewing.  It has been so much fun.  Here are a couple of samples:


As I was experimenting with different patterns, I decided to use some fabric left over from when I made my living room curtains. I made it after Samuel had gone to bed and it was sitting on the couch in my bedroom when Samuel woke up the next morning. He ran over to my side of the bed and with a very concerned tone in his voice said "Oh no mom. Someone cut the curtains!" It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. Once I figured it out, I assured him that no one had cut the curtains and that is was a bag that I had made out of extra fabric. I have a hard time looking at that bag now without thinking of curtains - even though I love the material!

Look what I can do

This morning I was getting George dressed for the day and Samuel was in the room playing around on his bed.  I turned my back to get something and Samuel said, "Hey mom, look at this!"  I turned around expecting to see that he had made a creation with his pillows and blankets, or had stacked the little stuffed animals up in a tall tower, or was showing me a picture in one of his cool books.  Nope.  I turned around to see that he had stuck his middle finger and pointer finger up into his nostrils as far as they would go.  Gross!  That was not what I was expecting.  He seems to have just figured out that his fingers are just the right size to fit in his nostrils.  I am not sure which is worse - him picking his nose or him carrying around a booger-infested hankie.  Hopefully it is just a phase.

Has it really been 5 months already?

George is five months today.

I decided to give him some rice cereal.  He wasn't quite sure what to think - it may take some getting use to.  

I also thought it would be fun to compare pictures of Samuel when he was five months old with George's pictures.  Similar, yet different.

Karma

Samuel is such a great helper!  He usually (with mild prodding) will get the changing pad, diaper, and wipes for me when I need to change George's diaper.  Today when I asked him to help me with this, he replied:

"Mom, do you see I'm doing something right now?"

I vaguely remember saying something similar to him last week.  I guess what goes around comes around.

"Happy Hour"

Some people call it "happy hour", but at the Moss home it isn't so much a happy hour.  I don't know about everyone else, but when 4:30-ish rolls around it seems that all H*$# breaks loose.  I think there is an internal clock in Samuel that tells him it is 4:30 PM.  I am trying to get some dinner cooked, George is usually not happy at this time - so he may or may not be screaming (especially if he is on "tummy time"), and Samuel decides it is a good time to practice his nursery rhyme/humming skills.  For a few weeks now he has chosen "Mary had a little lamb" as the nursery rhyme of choice.  He begins humming this rhyme "hmm mmm hmm mm m m mm m m mm m m mmmmm", etc.  He doesn't hum it only once - he hums it over and over and over - getting faster and louder each time through.  Now picture this:  as "Mary" is being hummed over and over, faster and faster, louder and louder, Samuel is running back and forth back and forth back and forth in the living room/kitchen area.  I feel myself getting very very anxious and am about ready to burst like this:

and then in walks Jim. "How was your day sweetie?" He asks.  Sometimes I have already exploded before he gets home.  Yesterday, however, it was very near explosion time when he entered our home and he got to see for himself our little Samuel in action.  It truly is amazing (in not such a happy way) to watch this transpire.  If I can ever get it on video it will be great to laugh at later.  However, I don't see myself stopping mid-explosion to get a camera.  Although maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea - it might diffuse the situation.  Oh well.  Bring it on 4:30!