Life As We Know It!

It's September and in the world of parents that means one thing...BACK TO SCHOOL!

It was a biggie this year.  Hayden started grade one and as of day two, he loves it!

We have not had any problem with him going off to the big yard and the last two mornings have been tear-free, which is a HUGE deal for me, it hasn't been that way since about March.  He apparently just loves me so much that it made him cry at every drop off, school or daycare.

I did take some pictures of the first day, but Abby took my camera today and then while I was trying to get it from her, she ran into the desk, fell to the floor and dropped the camera.  It broke the shutter and now the camera won't turn on!  Crap-ola!

Anyway, that has been the big deal on the family front.

On a personal front...my mom and I are trying our hand at a new craft venture.  I just love to be crafty and last year, we did a craft sale.  I had wanted to do one for so long.  We took both crafts and baking.  The baking sold very well, but on the craft front...we didn't sell very much at all.  My aunt actually took the majority of the crafts and sold them at her office, so we did fine in recouping our costs, but not in the format we wanted.

This year, I suggested to her, we start trying to sell our items through our friends and groups on Facebook.

We are not doing it because we HAVE to in order to support our family.  For me, it's about wanting to take something fun and share it with others.

This is the craft we are starting with!

Tom The Turkey

Isn't he cute?!?  I sure think so!  He's perfect for Thanksgiving and it's a bit closer than I give it credit for.

I am working on a couple other crafts too, but don't have any complete to share yet.

I am also going to work on starting a website to have all of the craft items available in one place to view.  Like I said, we are not doing this to make millions by any means...just share our passion. I say "we", it's my passion, but mom has gotten roped in because she is better at the detail painting than I am and she can't resist her darling daughter!!  We decided to name ourselves LyAmy Krafts (pronounced Lame-e).  That is just another sign that we are in this for fun, I mean...who calls their crafts LAME? 

I also thought, this format will let us do the crafts as an order in comparison to having 20 on hand and no homes for them.

So, dear friends...if you are reading this, I would REALLY appreciate it if you shared this with your friends.  I also have a "poster" on my Facebook page with the details.  Stay tuned for more crafts shortly, both for the fall and winter!

That Which Creeps Me Out!

So, in my last post, I let you in on a little secret….my fear of frogs.

I wish my list stopped there, but it doesn’t. 

This post is inspired by something Abby said to me Monday morning, and I will fill you on those details in a bit, but first, I thought I would summarize a list of other non-important/real things that scare me and what I have self-diagnosed as the root of it.

1. Frogs…ok, so you already knew that but the root…I blame my Aunt….as a young kid, she enticed me into looking at the one she had and then continued to throw it in my face!  Thank you for that!  Guess that is what happens when you are her “little sister” type niece!
2. Open Closets at nighttime – as a child, my parents let me watch Poltergeist on Beta tape!  Probably not one of their stellar parenting moves…but they paid for it with countless nights of nightmares and waking up to me sleeping on the floor next to their bed…..but because of this movie…I am afraid that I will get sucked into the closet.
3. Creepy Crawlies under the bed – probably because of the reason listed above…not sure…but some nights when it is dark and I go to bed by myself…I hop into bed as fast as I can…it’s the same reason I MUST sleep with my feet covered.
4. Swimming in the river – let me be a bit more specific….river in that I cannot wade into….I used to all the time as a little kid, I was PRACTICALLY an Olympic swimmer….but then I got older and put some careful thought into everything that is swimming in there with me…you know, like Frogs, snakes, fish and turtles big enough to take off a foot!  You can’t blame a girl!

This last one is what I will end my list with.  My list could go on for many more pages of stupid little things, but this one brings me back to my point earlier with Abby.

Dolls!

And doll-like clowns!

As I got past the age of playing with them and being their “mommy”…around the same time I watched “Child’s Play” and “Dolls” I realized there are some creepy-ass dolls out there...a number of them in being in my closet!

Suddenly, I began to imagine that their eyes followed me or if I didn’t treat them with the utmost care, they would attack while I slept!  I remember buying at a yard sale, this wind up clown that sat on a shelf and played “send in the clowns”…his head moved back and forth to the music.  I had him on the shelf in my room until I was convinced that he kept looking at me.  He got moved to mom and dad’s room shortly after that to haunt them instead.

My last doll haunting was early spring of this year.  I walked out the back porch and sitting in Abby’s baby swing in the backyard was a doll!  I didn’t really recognize it and it was dirty and ugly.  The swing sort of moved back and forth in the breeze and I had no idea how it got there.  Strange and creepy!  I didn’t go near it by the way!

I later learned that the neighbour snuck it there.  They found it in their yard and assumed that their dog took one of Abby’s dolls and tried to bury it…but to this over active imagination, this doll just hiked itself up into the swing to keep an ever creepy eye on me.  In all fairness, my lovely neighbour had no idea of my “phobia” of dolls that come to life!

Anyhoo, back to the link to Abby!

When we cleaned out my grandfather’s house, there was a brand new music box type toy.   A little statue of a clown that you wind up and it spins in a circle.  It has been on her shelf for months now, but I went in to wake her up Monday morning and she says to me while pointing in it’s direction.

“momma I don’t like him”

“ don’t like what, Abby?” (already guessing what she was pointing to)

“that man…he scare me…please move it!”

I didn’t push the issue, just said sure thing and put him in the living room.  I mean, this momma can understand the fear of the clown that moves!  Funny thing is though…I have NEVER pointed him out to her, NEVER wound it up…nothing, just took it out of the box and set it on the shelf!.

Don’t fear though…she is still a baby-aholic.  That girl loves her baby dolls, I just won’t tell her they can come to life and kill you if you are not nice to them!