Couch Potato

My kid is parked on the couch.

He has split his time between there and my lap for the last four hours.

He has no fever, but he didn’t sleep well last night and now he’s out of energy.

He went to bed okay, but woke up at 2:00 a.m. with a tickling throat.

He was so frustrated by it that he shrieked until his upset overwhelmed him and he spit up on the carpet in his room.

Oh joy.

It reminded me of those horrendous midnight tantrums of the not-so-distant past.

Husband cleaned up the floor while I tried to calm down the boy.

Thank you, husband.  For that, and for going downstairs in that wee hour to get him some water and goldfish crackers.

I know my son. I think the dramatic weather changes in the last few weeks, leading up to Halloween excitement, chaos and candy overload just did him in.

His nose is on a different schedule.  He feels scratchy and uncomfortable.  I do too.  Can’t stand this fickle desert climate.  Either of us.  I spent the rest of the night in his uncomfortable bed.

Now he’s on the couch and uninterested in leaving the house.  Certainly there is nothing out in the world that can’t wait for us another day, but we stayed in yesterday too and I’m starting to get cabin fever.

Honestly, Mom, I don’t know how you kept your sanity when we three were young and you had no car all day.  I couldn’t do it.  Thank you for that, truly.

Back to the boy.

I have that bit of gnawing, ever-present guilt creeping into the sides of my brain.  He misses a lot of school.  A LOT.

But it can’t be helped.  I’m not going to make him go when he’s like this.  And what if he actually is a bit sick instead of just weather whipped?

Yesterday I had no creeping guilt.  It was a good day, all things considered.  It was a learning day, a doing day, a brain stretching day.

Because yesterday, he made himself a book.  Yep, a book.

Actually, he made two books.

He took stacks of white paper, stapled them together, drew pictures on the pages and then came to me for help in spelling the words he wanted to add.

The books are very primitive for a neurotypical kid of his age, but for him, they’re amazing.

Just the fact that he thought to do them at all is amazing.

And asking me for help with word choice and spelling?  Geez.  Triple whammy!  Writing words is his least preferred activity during homework hour.

So, I was impressed and I felt like a good mom because my kid was learning something on his own, outside of school.  Somehow, that made his staying home seem appropriate.

But today, he’s home because he doesn’t want to do anything.  Anything.  Except sit on the couch.  Or my lap.

So there’s that guilt for not facilitating a brain stretch of some sort and for leaving his aide to wonder why she couldn’t have had the day off.  Oy.  The guilt.

Okay, well, now you know my kid is sitting like a lump across the room from me.  I don’t suppose there’s much more to say about that.

Moving on.

My cousins April and Gary were in town on Halloween.

April made yummy lasagna and brought me this fabulous quilted Halloween table runner.

I love it!

Thank you, April!

I love it even more because you enjoyed making it on your new sewing machine.  Woohoo!  I need one of those too!

My sewing machine is still in the back of the van, waiting for a drop off at the repair shop.  My best friend’s sewing machine is the one on my table, getting used everyday.  I’d like to have both of them set up, you know?  Maybe with different colored threads in them.  And a new one too.  😀  Greed.

But seriously, April, your visit has me thinking I might take a sewing class!  What fun it would be to learn more about something I already love.  ♥  Thanks for the inspiration – you and your quilting sister!

Okay, the couch is swallowing up the child.  Gotta go, but wanted to leave you with the day two 2010 Pumpkin Demise photos.

It’s early in the game, they still look pretty good.  😀

Happy Tuesday!

P.S.  What did you do with your pumpkins?


Can’t Collect My Thoughts

Well, that’s not really accurate.  I seem to be collecting thoughts at an alarming rate.  Organizing them is another thing.  I can’t get that done for you, so here are a few of them in random order.

I feel immense sadness this week over the death of a dear family friend.  Sam was 92 and he lived a long, happy, generous life.  He was sweet and kind and the best neighbor I’ve ever known.  I cannot imagine the future of my childhood street without him on it.

Sam was there 43 years ago, when my family moved in, and he has stood by our sides as a fixture of unwavering support and friendship in every moment since.  He was a dear man whom my family will remember and love forever.  My mom is so accustomed to Sam’s cheery smile and casual hellos from across their quiet street, that I know she will miss him the most of all of us.  They were wonderful friends.

My little boy needs to look, happily and regularly, at the light bulb aisle.  I’ve mentioned this before, but it impresses me everyday.

Our first stop at the grocery store is always the light bulb section.  He needs to study and touch and hug and label every globe and tube and “twisty” that he sees.

He understands their fragile structure and he has practiced a light and careful touch.

He says “blue clear” and “white clear” and “mommy bathroom light” and “orange nightlight” and “yellow is a circle light” and “all the lights are white” and then he can move on.

And no matter what transpires before or after our light bulb viewing, I am in that moment, a completely happy, adoring, and even tranquil mom.

It’s magic.  Everyday.

Yesterday, I was surprised and delighted by a small package in the mail.  My sweet and stylish cousin sent me a pincushion.  I don’t even know how to describe to you what a marvelous gift this is!

I have two other pincushions, but neither is totally functional for the real nitty gritty of sewing.

The first of them is sweet and pretty and came from my dear mom-in-law with a matching thimble, hand stitched pouch and attached magnet for picking up the pins.  I cherish the set and keep it separate from the chaos of my everyday sewing tools.  It’s just so stinking cute, I can’t bear to spear it all willy nilly, you know?

My other pincushion is really just a small pillow that I whipped together in desperation one day, but I neglected to weight it, so it’s really not useful.  You can stick the pins in, but good luck pulling them out with your free hand as you hold your fabric in the other.

If you sew, you are likely quite familiar with the standard tomato pincushions available anywhere you see a rack of sewing notions.  They’re very cute and I’ve even thought about collecting them.  I’ve yet to buy one though because they’re usually too hard.  It’s awkward to stick your pins in them.  The green stems and leaves at the top are usually attached with hot glue.  Getting your pins through, once the glue has hardened, is more than difficult.  I keep forgetting to look for a tomato with stitched on leaves.

So (Sew!) you can see then why this handcrafted, perfectly weighted, not-too-hard, beautifully blue, made-with-love pincushion from the cousin is the perfect gift for me.

Cousin crafted it herself with a heavy ceramic tumbler as its base.

She used a bright blue thread to tuft (??) the fun Japanese lantern print fabric.

Best of all, cousin wrote a note confessing her plan to encourage my craft making.  Apparently, the pincushion is her secret not-so-subliminal message.  That is support I can use, my friend!  I mean cousin!  😀

I love it.  Love it!

Thank you, from the bottom of my ♥.

To pay you back, I think I’ll remind everybody right this second that you are the voice behind the amazingly informative, stupendously stylish, educational and quirky, intensely spectacular FIDM Museum blog.

Go.  Read.  Now.  Use the link.  Enjoy.

More in the next few days, but right now I gotta get some ice cream.

Happy Friday!

P.S.  If you like music, treat yourself to my latest girl crush and then treat yourself to more.