Every time I sit down to blog I get overwhelmed by two many posts.Too much is going on. I wanted to do a blog post about my trip to Dallas and how Davy was mad at me for leaving her. She stayed mad for a full week. It was no fun. It made me question everything from my parenting style, to attachment issues. I was assured by everyone it just means she is fine and was really pissed at me leaving her for 72 hours.
I was going to do a blog post about how much I am totally in love with my dear friend Marie who I visited when I was in Dallas. Marie is the best mother to the most well-adjusted teenager I know. She is raising a liberal-minded, artistic kid in suburban Texas- its not easy for either of them. I spent a lot of time with them when we all lived in Brooklyn moons and moons ago. It’s funny to say that 8 year old Madeline is exactly the same as 16- year old Madeline, but in her own way she is exactly the same. Just much much much much much taller. I am so proud of both of them. I love them. It makes my heart burst just talking about them. Also on March 6 Marie is going to give birth to a little boy. Her world is coming full circle. I can’t wait to meet Max. Also Madeline is now driving me around. Craziness.
I was going to do a blog post about how prolific my crafting has been and how proud of myself I am to have gotten a few big projects off my plate.
And finally I was going to do a blog post about Davy’s hair. How much fun both of us are having with adding beads and braids to it. When I first started to knit, I had the fervent need to learn everything about how to knit. I feel the same way about Davy’s hair. It blends my love of crafts, fiber and MY DAUGHTER. Holy shit. I might have to open a salon, but first I have to learn how to braid under-handed. Apparently there is a difference between braiding overhanded (which is how I learned) and underhanded which is somehow totally different and yet completely the same. You need to do underhanded braiding to do cornrows. I even made my self a fake hair practice board. I have lost my mind.
We are navigating temper tantrums and emotional highs and lows Davy’s new nickname is Sybil. Sybil with fabulous hair.
Also after 4 years I got my Oregon Drivers License (don’t I look really happy) and a new car. So yeah. It’s been busy.