Outta here!

littlegreenbums has up and moved. See you there!

Keeping up with the Joneses (or whoever they are)

This morning, I opened the curtains to admire the view and was greeted by this unusual fellow on the Nameless (We’ll assume, for now, that their lack of neighborliness is due only to the chill in the air. I’m sure we’ll be fast friends come spring….) Neighbors’ front lawn: A challenge, plain as the nose on his (oddly misshapen) face. I gathered the troops and finessed them into their various items of cold-weather gear. Under the guidance of Thing One and Thing Two, the munchkins descended upon the snowy slope outside our front door and tackled the task at hand: reclaiming our snow-sculpting claim to fame. They left me with a sleeping baby (yes!) and a still-disastrous craft-room. I turned a deaf ear to the siren’s song of dirty dishes and a mountain of unwashed laundry, and made my way into my sanctuary. (See that scary-looking pile in the corner? That’s my fabric stash. I promise you, it self-propagates.) Despite the overwhelming amount of work to be done, there’s a happy little vibe in here. Itty-bitty corners of calm are emerging from the madness, and naturally, I’ll share. I went around whacking at things with a hammer (mostly nails, no children, I promise…) and that seems to have had a soothing effect. Meanwhile, the loin-fruit were busily building the coolest snowman on the block. Mission accomplished.

No more frozen fingers…

I drink my water ice cold. And I drink it from a stainless steel water bottle. Which adds up to trouble, when you live in Des Moines, and it’s January. I’ve been suffering for months with frostbitten fingers, and yesterday I had myself a little brainstorm. I made a dash for my felted sweater stash (What? You don’t have a felted sweater stash? You don’t know what you’re missing.) Thirty seconds later, My water bottle had a new sweater, and my frosty fingers were a thing of the past.

The Great Blizzard of ‘O9

Having spent a few years in Rochester, we knew we were prepared for Iowa winters. Our first snowstorm here in the midwest was uneventful, though admittedly copious. We did manage to lose power for a couple of hours, which certainly added to the impact of the overall experience Sitting around by cellphone-light, playing “My Aunt Sally” with the rugrats till we all drift off to sleep…these are fond childhood memories in the making, folks. I’m happy to report that the power outage lasted less than three hours, which means that those childhood memories will include neither hypothermia nor burst pipes. Small favors.