When I saw the cape over at Woodcraft, I knew I had to make one for Bodhi. He likes to tie random pieces of fabric to his neck and use it as a cape. So far, he’s tied blankets and towels, which make sense, but once he started using pants and paper (really, son?), I knew he needed a bonafide cape. So Wood’s project was fairly timely.

Problem? I really don’t take direction well. So I used her project as aesthetic inspiration and made a cape for Super-Bodhi. I did originally plan on having a lining. I even cut one out. But then got impatient. So I hemmed the edges instead. I did, however, cut out the “B” and hand sew it to the red circle (well, the outside anyways), which I then sewed onto the cape. I even hand sewed the snaps since I thought a tie would be too easy for him to choke on (not like the paper-capes were dangerous or anything).

And so now while he’s playing Flight Simulator, he has his own cape. The cape looks much better than the pants and doesn’t leave any paper cuts.

Filed under: Sewing on April 10, 2009
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I now have three children. We are a family of five and I’ll be darned if I can’t keep track of the real names of everyone. Or days of the week.

No more pseudonyms because I now have three children. We are a family of five and I regularly call out the wrong names. I also repeat myself. Often.

Filed under: Dust on April 4, 2009
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I’ve always done everything backwards and out of order.  So, then, of course this should also apply to a website, right? Most people go from a free-hosted server (blogger, livejournal, etc), to paying for a dot-com.  But, no, not me.  We are thinking of maybe moving the website to a free-hosted service rather than pay for a dot-com (thank you, economy).  We’re not sure how much time we’d have to do this, so you may show up and *poof!* we’re gone.  If I can figure everything out in the right order, I’ll post here with news.  If you come and we are missing, email trainsandboats (at) gmail (dot) com for the new website address. Since we will very soon be more than just a train and a boat, the name may change.

Also, baby likes to roll over and under and up and down.  That is all.

Filed under: Dust on November 3, 2008
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We had a very nice, easy Halloween today. Elle had some friends over, we had pizza and movies, and then went trick or treating. Elle and her friends were vampires while Bodhi was a robot. After each house, he’d come down the walk clutching my or Ryan’s hand and say “Let’s go get some more.” He was very matter-of-fact about it. I remember he was this way last year and with almost anything we think he’ll be very excited about - he is methodical and quiet and contemplative. Well, until he sees a cement mixer, that is.

I remember when I was pregnant with Bodhi, counting the days down until I had two children to care for, hoping that some sort of creative energy would hit me. It never did although by the time he was a year I had completed a book, which is to say it hit afterwards rather than during gestation. Which is to say that I had more to do, not less, and somehow? I don’t know, did more, I s’pose. With this one, I keep waiting as well and yet…I’m still waiting. Other than getting through the day with our regular routines in tact, I haven’t had much desire to write or photograph anything or make anything really. Maybe once this as yet no-named baby arrives.

Yes, that’s right. We still have no name. We aren’t even close. I’m sure there is a perfect name out there. But. Even though I know this, I still am a bit unnerved that we don’t have it yet. I’d like to call baby by his name rather than “baby brother” all the time. Sigh. I guess I can chalk this up to not feeling very creative or productive, too.

So, then, let me count the ways this post matches most posts here — nothing to say today, thank you for stopping by (Brian).

Filed under: Daily on October 31, 2008
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We are at the halfway mark for this little cooking baby.  And we just found out today that our little bundle will be a boy.  Another blur of boy and we are all so, so excited.  I’m still walking on air a little bit, so excited am I.

Now I need to go chase the little boy who is already here and running around the house without any pants.

Filed under: On family on October 17, 2008
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Bodhi:: I don’t wan’a wear my diapurr.

Mom :: Oh, good! You can go pee-pee in the pot-ty!

Bodhi:: No.

Mom :: Oh, but honey, we can put Cheerios in the toilet and you can shoot at them!

Bodhi, disgusted :: Mom, that’s gross. Cheerios are for eating, not for the toilet.

Filed under: Daily on September 27, 2008
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Elle had a volleyball game yesterday afternoon. Now, she tells us all the time that basketball is her sport and during warm-ups before volleyball games, you’ll often find her dribbling her volleyball around the court in between spikes and serves. She says she’s not very good at volleyball, “especially serving,” she said last week. Well.

Yesterday, during the first game, the score sat at 4-2 with El’s team leading. It’s her turn to serve, so she goes to the back, grabs the ball, dribbles for a bit, concentrates for two minutes, and serves. The other team can’t hit it.

She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it. She serves again and the other team can’t hit it.

That’s right. She made it 18-4 and won the game. The girl who told me afterwards that about halfway through she was actually trying to serve poorly because she felt so bad for her teammates who weren’t able to play because of her serving. The girl who sat down after the game, had her coach come over to pat her on the back and tell her how fabulous she did (ok, maybe he didn’t say fabulous), and she grinned and looked at her hands cupped in her lap instead and didn’t say a word. The girl who shushed her mother from across the court with a stern look and a hissed “MOM!” The girl who said she couldn’t serve.

That’s my girl.

Filed under: Daily on September 26, 2008
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