tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56455654259755722992024-02-19T11:27:46.062-05:00Dropped StitchesDropped StitchesErin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.comBlogger585125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-34480897514220287282012-01-07T21:19:00.001-05:002012-01-07T21:43:20.762-05:00An amazing and FREE diet resourceSo in my quest to be a better example for my children, cook better for the family, and generally improve my health I found an absolutely Amazing site. <a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/">SparkPeople</a> was founded because there weren't any good free diet resources on the web. Millions have used it and it has become a comprehensive diet/fitness site with an incredible community of supportive members.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=nav_logo_v3.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/nav_logo_v3.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I have been using the site for a week now and every day someone has written to offer me encouragement and support. I have used the site to track the amount of calories I am consuming each day and the number of miles I have walked. I've also figured out the amount of calories that are in a serving of a number of my recipes using their recipe analyzer. There are endless recipes, free exercise videos (which are geared toward the new and intermediate exerciser), message boards, health and fitness articles, and many resources about healthier eating.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've used Weight Watchers Online in the past, and the Nutrition Tracker offered by SparkPeople is similar. I also am getting gobs more support than I got before (and even more support than I ever got at an actual Weight Watchers meeting). During the first phase of using the site you are encouraged to eat like you normally do to see where your calories are coming from; it's not until two weeks in that you actually start limiting your calories (though you can start early if you want). You are given goals to achieve each day, such as walking the dog, drinking 8 cups of water, getting 8 hours of sleep, etc. They are achievable and small; therefore, you don't feel like you are failing before you even begin. Goals are reviewed and added to over time so that you are continually adding more small steps which add up to more health and fitness.</div><div><br /></div><div>SO, it's a great site, it's free, and you can be my friend (I'm ktcwmom). Check it out and save some money on those other diet programs AND succeed at the weight loss/fitness game!</div></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-30040946247075451502011-12-29T23:20:00.000-05:002011-12-29T23:20:18.638-05:00I Got a Nook, Now I Have to Feed the Family BetterMy husband got me a Nook Tablet for Christmas! I asked for the Color, he got me the Tablet, and it is the shiz-ite. It comes with Hulu installed, and one morning when I couldn't sleep, I fired it up and watched "Supersize Me." Yes, I am a little behind the crowd here, having never seen it, and I've got to tell you, I found the movie horrifying.<br />
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Like the majority of Americans, I like fast food. I don't eat it every day, but I do eat it more than I should. A refresher for those of you who haven't seen the movie in a while: Spurlock ate McDonald's for every meal for a month. He had to have everything on the menu once. If they asked him, "would you like to supersize that?" he had to answer yes. In the process, he gained 24.5 lbs (11.1kg), his cholesterol went from a very healthy 168 to 240 (!), his liver profile showed signs of encroaching liver failure, he started spilling protein into his urine, and he experienced decreased energy, depression, lowered sex drive, and general ickiness.</div>
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Another disturbing part of the film was how fast food companies and lobbying groups grab our children's focus from the time they are wee ones so that fast food becomes a regular part of their lives and one they crave. In one scene, none of the children could identify a picture of Jesus, but all of them knew who Ronald McDonald was. Brand imprinting and loyalty lobbying is scary stuff and adversely affects the health of our families.<br />
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After watching "Supersize Me" I made a series of resolutions. <b>First</b>, when I take William out to eat I will look for restaurants with healthier food choices. The other day we went to Panera. On my little town, the only healthy fast food we have is Chipotle. Guess we'll be eating a lot of burritos.<br />
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<b>Second</b>, and I'm not sure how this is going to happen, meal toys have got to go. Rewarding a child for eating chicken nuggets and french fries has always seemed all higgeldy piggeldy to me. Instead, why don't we reward kids for trying new, healthy things? I gave William a Hot Wheels car when he tried apples. He didn't like them (it happened to be a REALLY sour apple), but he tried it. Then again, I can't bribe my kid to try all of his food, so again, I'll have to think this one out.</div>
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Why is it that we have to spend more money to eat well? Why is it that Panera is SO much more expensive than McDonald's? It's not that eating healthier is really all that more difficult, but it does cost more.<br />
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And all of this because I got a Nook.Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-60870812173848512192011-12-21T12:16:00.000-05:002011-12-21T12:16:47.863-05:00Joyeux Nöel (semi-wordless Wednesday)We are having a swampy Christmas in Central Ohio this year; it has left me dreaming of celebrating Christmas in a more picturesque setting. And what could be more lovely than Paris at Christmas?<br />
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But here's the thing about Christmas. The shops become overwhelmingly crowded. Everyone is out finding the perfect gift. Black Friday is positively frightening. The pace becomes more frenetic. Then there are the parties. If you are an extrovert it is important to understand that parties are a bit like putting a toe into the lake of hell for the introvert. We aren't especially good at the schmooze. We can't stand being interrupted, not because we are offended but because it makes us feel undervalued, and this happens quite frequently at gatherings. There are lots and lots of people, some who will probably be obnoxious and drunk. This is true even if you are friends with everyone who will be at the party. Parties are exhausting. I spend my time at the daydreaming about being at home knitting.<br />
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My daughter is the polar opposite of me in that she is the most extroverted extrovert in the world. She thrives on being surrounded by people and needs to be always busy. She can't be silent. And if she has to be, she texts. When Christmas rolls around and she gets to decorate she tends to go into overdrive. For the most introverted introvert this can be a bit overwhelming. This year, I let her do her thing with her boyfriend and William and hid in my bedroom.<br />
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Introverts need to take special care to make time for themselves during the holidays. This is a time of reflection, grace, love, and miracles; we introverts need to be still and quiet to appreciate the wonder of this season. The best Christmases I have ever had weren't rushed or over-scheduled, my shopping was done well in advance of the crowds, adequate time was spent in the morning opening presents and savoring the day before family visits were even considered, and, imagine this, I took a nap. <br />
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This time of year is too special to be dreaded. There was a time that I really didn't like Christmas because I was thrust into situations that are too much for any introvert. It wasn't until I realized how to be an introvert at Christmas and not compromise my needs that Christmas became alive for me.Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-26778189382534912022011-12-17T13:00:00.001-05:002011-12-17T13:00:05.242-05:00Knitterly Christmasy GoodnessI have been a knitting fool this Christmas season. I have finished a mystery project (can't speak of it as recipient reads the blog) and two hats that came out so fab! The first is the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/jacques-cousteau-hat">Jacques Cousteau hat</a>, chosen first because of the cool decrease pattern on the crown and second because the recipient will appreciate that it is the Jacques Cousteau hat.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=hat1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/hat1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">by </span><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/Hestia6" style="font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Hestia6</a></span></div><br />It was an easy knit and I love the crown so much that this may be my go to hat pattern from now on.<div><br /></div><div>I also made the <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/droppedstitches72/striped-hat">Striped Hat</a> from<i> Debbie Bliss Knitting, Fall/Winter 2011. </i>It is shown on a woman, but I made it for a boy. It is a slouchy hat and really on trend and a really quick knit. I didn't make it as long as the pattern called for because I didn't want it to look like Goofy's hat, and I'm happy with the way it came out.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=hat2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/hat2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span">© mahrle</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I used Knit Picks <a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/yarns/Wool_of_the_Andes_Worsted_Yarn__D5420103.html">Wool of the Andes</a> and I LOVE it! I am a total Knit Picks convert. Great low prices, quality yarns, fast shipping, a huge variety of colors, what's not to love? I find myself stroking the hats because they are so alpaca soft. I am in love.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I have cast on <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/somerset-vs-norway">Somerset vs. Norway</a>, a gorgeous set of Norwegian design mittens featuring hares. I am using some of the Knit Picks yarns that I bought with chocolate brown as the background color and avacado green as the pattern color. This is my first set of these mittens and I am excited.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=hat3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/hat3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">by </span><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/Nethya" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Nethya</a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=hat4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/hat4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">by </span><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/people/Nethya" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Nethya</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And some future project ideas:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If I get some cash for Christmas it is earmarked to go toward a Season 14 Doctor Who scarf (it's the shortest, at 8-10 feet long). From my elementary years, when I would run home to watch Dr. Who on PBS, I have coveted this scarf. It is the ENTIRE reason that I learned how to knit. I've been knitting around 10 years now, but do I have my cherished scarf to show for it? No, dear reader, I do not. It is time to remedy this situation. I will be using the <a href="http://doctorwhoscarf.com/season12.php">Original Pattern</a> from Chris Brimelow's <a href="http://doctorwhoscarf.com/">DrWhoScarf.com</a>. <a href="http://wittylittleknitter.com/">The Witty Little Knitter</a> also has a great database for knitters wishing to make The Scarf.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=drwhoscarfKP.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/drwhoscarfKP.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have some Brown Sheep Company chunky wool/nylon blend in a sunny yellow and black. It was earmarked for a new earflap hat for Will, but the hat is too tight and William has taken to wearing a prefab OSU hat that looks quite natty. So I have decided to make myself some slippers out of the frogged yarn. After searching and searching for a pattern that resembled moccasins I found these <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/non-felted-slippers">Non-Felted Slippers</a> done by Yuko Nakamura. I love Japanese knits. They tend to be so clean and streamlined. Again, I'm excited about these!</div><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/non-felted-slippers"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=hat5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/hat5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And finally, a Great stash-busting project!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is for all those bits and bobs of worsted weight wool that you have lying around OR the striped and solid color sweaters that you bought to frog but found that the yarn was too worn or itchy or lacy. It's <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/the-ron-weasley-blanket">The Ron Weasley Blanket</a> and you don't have to be a Harry Potter fan to understand it's glory. Composed of mismatched randomly striped and solid 7in squares attached 8 across and 10 down, it should fit any bed you wish to place it on. And think of how warm it would be if you backed it with flannel or velvet and did a tied quilt. I would truly be an heirloom piece.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=hat7-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/hat7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's Ron with his blanket at Hogwarts</div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=hat6.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/hat6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/Keri/the-ron-weasley-blanket">Keri's Won Won Blanket</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there you go. Happy knitting. I hope I've given you all some inspiration and the push to pick up the sticks!</div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-38094788955528006592011-12-15T18:08:00.005-05:002011-12-15T18:47:43.902-05:00I Love You All, Thank You So Much<div style="text-align: center;">I would like to offer a very heartfelt </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=white-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/white-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">to all of my readers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Your outpouring of condolences after Ellie's death made the adjustment to life without her easier.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How could I have thought for even a second that I would quit blogging?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It is moments like these that help me remember how wonderful this community is.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I truly love all of you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We got her back today. This poem, which has meant so much to me in the past, was given to me by the kind people at Rutherford Funeral home in Columbus, OH.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=white_flower.jpg" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=white_flower.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/white_flower.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-64224989639695303072011-12-13T14:29:00.001-05:002011-12-13T14:29:07.776-05:00Goodbye, Ellie Belly<div><p>This is going to be a difficult post.  Remember the puppy that I complained about having in our house because it was supposed to be my daughter's but I was the one taking care of it?  Well, she became my dog and despite being a bad dog I have never loved a dog so much in my life.  She just turned 18 months old.</p>
<p>She chewed up Everything she could get to.  She destroyed one of our chairs, countless shoes, many of William's toys, and anything else that seemed chewable to her.  She escaped from the house on many occasions and got into multiple neighbor's trash.  She domineered over our beagle, who completely gave up ever having a dog toy of her own.</p>
<p>But she would curl up in my lap and tilt her head just so.  She was a dachshund/cocker spaniel mix so was little, but I think she would have killed anyone who tried to do anything to any member of our family.  A few days ago when I was trying to get our beagle, Carly, to come to me, she looked at me, ran to Carly, chomped onto her ear and tried to drag her to me.  She was too smart for her own good.  She could jump up until her eyes were level with mine and was the fastest dog I have ever seen. She was soft and loved to have her belly scratched.  She loved to lick my nose.  I loved her.</p>
<p>On Sunday before church she made one of her escapes and ran right into the path of a van.  I saw the whole thing.  And there was nothing I could do.  She tried to pick up her head once and then she was dead.  The couple was so apologetic, but it wasn't their fault.  She just ran right in front of them.  I hugged the woman, who was horrified, and sent them on their way.  And then I wrapped up my Ellie in a towel and sat on the porch holding her and sobbing for about an hour.  A local funeral home took her to be cremated and the men who met me there held me while I pet and said goodbye to her.  My son sat on my lap and held me for hours while we both cried. He loved her, too. </p>
<p>I miss my bad dog.  I haven't been in this big of a funk about losing a pet in years and years.  Carly is confused and alternates between sniffing around for Ellie and looking at me like I can explain where Ellie went.  She wont leave my side.  She still won't go near the pet toys.  They were never hers.</p>
<p>I loved you so much, little Ellie.  Wait for me across the bridge.  I can't wait to scratch your belly again.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUnB1JGzfK1L4IhVMHHweLA2dMGyTpJegrYyT3VBDKycUavTIT0_S4kYvwrwaOF7vPgO_fR3ZjqeHYN-rqviVocSdTXOyWCw40iUYyOIB2Blv1yP5npoybVaM7UpCfCpbqmUW9uhc5BhU/' /></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-33449691417521496912011-12-07T17:05:00.004-05:002011-12-07T17:36:02.049-05:00Disenchanted with my BlogSo I am having a difficult time writing new posts. I am disenchanted. I started blogging with such zeal. Now, after four years, I feel stagnant and a bit tired of it all. About a year ago, I spent up to 12 hours a day working on the blog, commenting, doing blog hops, working with sponsors, etc. Back then, I got up to 30 comments with each post. I was on top of the blogging world. Except I was bitterly unhappy in MY world, my children made comments about mom never being off of the computer, my husband knew that in between cooking and cleaning I wouldn't be available to anything but the blog.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=blah2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/blah2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Then I got my head together and my priorities in order. I started spending lots of time with other people. I wasn't rolling in angst. Sure, there are worse days than other, but by and large I am able to manage my psyche pretty well. I quit responding to 50 blogs a day. I no longer participate in blog hops. Instead of writing posts about how difficult life can be, I write recipes and observations. And I've lost readers, comments are down, I have no sponsors. </div><div><br /></div><div>At some point I had to face the fact that blogging simply is not going to pay the bills. God bless those who have been able to turn it into a career, but just like any form of media blogging is competitive and the people with the money like other bloggers more than me. So then if blogging isn't going to be my job it is a hobby and it should be fun, enjoyable, something I look forward to doing.</div><div><br /></div><div>But lately it isn't. I realize I haven't posted for days and I don't have a problem with it mostly because it feels so "blah." I would like to get my blogging mojo back; I think I maintain a good space. So help me, my blogging friends. What do you do when you want to call it quits? How do you get the spark back? How do you banish the disenchantment and start with new vigor?</div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-14354626697386476162011-11-30T13:54:00.004-05:002011-11-30T14:22:01.644-05:00Save some Cash on Glasses - Buy them OnlineThis IS NOT a sponsored post. You see, I have the Medical Card, and while I am grateful for the medical care and eye care that it provides, one on the Medical Card rarely has much choice when it comes to glasses at the Optometrist. And while my Optometrist offers a discount on non-Medicaid approved frames for those that want to look a bit more stylish, glasses are still above $100 dollars and thus out of our price range.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=2011_10day_06_designer_sunglasses_50_off.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/2011_10day_06_designer_sunglasses_50_off.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Imagine my happiness when I learned that one can obtain glasses at steeply discounted prices online. All you need is your lens prescription and you are off to the races. I decided to go with <a href="http://www.eyebuydirect.com/">EyeBuyDirect</a>, but there are any number of places that you can buy from such as <a href="http://www.framesdirect.com/">Frames Direct</a> which has a huge selection of designer frames, <a href="http://www.39dollarglasses.com/">39 Dollar Glasses</a> where glasses start at, you guessed it, $39, and <a href="http://www.glassesmarket.com/">Glasses Market</a>.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>There were a TON of styles to choose from but the sites make the work easier by letting you narrow down choices by shape, size, color, plastic, metal, etc, fully rimmed, rimless, etc, and price. They all have a tool where you can upload a picture (or use one of their models, which doesn't seem all that helpful to me) and "try on" different glasses. Here's my photo of the glasses I chose:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=eyetry.jpg" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=eyetry.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/eyetry.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They are called "Cad" and with shipping and a new customer discount cost me just above $30.00. Thirty Dollars! You will have to add more for features like anti-glare, UV protection, transition lenses, ultra-thin, bifocals, etc., but the prices are still less that I have ever paid out of pocket for a pair of glasses (for the record, I had corrective eye surgery in 1998, when I was considered legally blind. I know how much ultra thin lenses with funky prisms, etc, cost. After I had William, my vision got blurry again, thus the new need for glasses).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=cad.png" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/cad.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm supposed to get the glasses in about 14 days. I'll let you know more about them when I actually get them. Thus far, however, the process has been easy and fun, and at prices like these, why not buy several different pairs and have an eye glasses wardrobe? More to come!</div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-53912707789851435362011-11-27T18:51:00.004-05:002011-11-27T20:22:43.442-05:00Some Quotes, Some Hymns<div align="center">I've always loved those stylized quotes that you find all over pinterest and decided to try my hand at a few of my own. This first one sits in front of my computer on a small plaque that was given to me by my mom during one of the darkest stages of my depression.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=sky-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/sky-1.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><br />The Little Prince is a book that amazes me every time I read it. As a child it was a cool adventure with a sad ending. As an adult it plumbs the depths of our souls and speaks truths that are difficult to put into words.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=heartrock.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/heartrock.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><p align="center">This is from my favorite prayer. If you are a long-time reader, you may have noticed that I admire Mother Teresa greatly.</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=love.gif" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/love.gif" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><br />This song just slays me. Right to the heart.</p><br /><p align="center"><br /><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=VincesCross2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/VincesCross2.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><br />I grew up Methodist. The doxology is part of me. It may be my favorite hymn (besides "In The Garden," which I like to sing with a country twang, and "The Old Rugged Cross," which I used to sing to William when I was nursing him).</p><br /><p align="center"><br /><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/?action=view&current=Warbler-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/Decorated%20images/Warbler-1.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="left">That's all I have for tonight. If you've never designed one of these, you crafty bloggers you, I encourage you to do so. It's lots of fun. What would your picture-quote say?</p>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-28268203358723534762011-11-25T17:11:00.006-05:002011-11-25T17:32:38.671-05:00Strawberry Bavarian Cream CakeThe leftover-day-after-Thanksgiving dinner is over; I made <a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/turkey-sloppy-joes/">turkey sloppy joes</a> and they were great. But that's not what you are here for, so here we go!<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=Strawberry_shortcake.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/Strawberry_shortcake.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Like I said in the last post, I saw a Strawberry Bavarian Cream Cake on <i>$40 a Day with Rachael Ray</i> and got the inspiration for this cake. It's sloppy but easy to make, and there are several ways that you can construct it.</div><div><br /></div><div>You will need:</div><div><br /></div><div>Butter cake mix</div><div>Butter cream frosting (optional, read recipe to help you decide)</div><div>2 packages of strawberries</div><div>1 can Thank You brand vanilla pudding</div><div>1 small container of Kool Whip</div><div>2 cups powdered sugar</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Bake cake as per package directions in round cake tins (this is a layer cake). Let cool completely.</div><div>2. While cake is cooling, combine entire can of pudding, an equal portion of Kool Whip, and the 2 cups of powdered sugar. This is your Bavarian Cream.</div><div>3. Also while cake is cooling slice one container of strawberries and cut off the leaves from the other package.</div><div>4. After cake has cooled, take one of your layers and remove a shallow bowl shaped section from the top of the cake. Pour about half of the cream mixture into this section. Then top with sliced strawberries</div><div>5. Place second layer on top of first.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's where your options come in. At this point you can either</div><div>A. Frost cake with butter cream frosting (messy but do-able; just make sure you fill in the entire space between the two layers with frosting) and top cake with remaining strawberries. Refrigerate if not serving immediately. This will help harden the cream a bit.</div><div>B. Pour the remaining cream mixture over the cake and top with strawberries (you will have to chill this cake until the cream is harder if you aren't going to serve the cake immediately).</div><div><br /></div><div>It is super good and drew rave reviews. My son ate close to 3/4 of the cake over the course of yesterday and today and everyone else ate the rest and was satisfied with their servings. Let me know what you think!</div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-33583739713806567422011-11-24T21:31:00.003-05:002011-11-24T21:54:32.645-05:00Thanksgiving Aftermath<p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=After-Dinner-istockphoto.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/After-Dinner-istockphoto.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;">istock photos</span></p>Thanksgiving dinner is over, my parents and aunt have gone home, all is well. We actually ended up eating with very little turkey as my turkey breast was quite on the pink side even though the meat thermometer said it was done. With all of the side dishes the lack of turkey wasn't missed.<br /><br />Which means that I have a huge amount of leftover turkey. This isn't a problem that I'm used to dealing with and I'll be trolling the recipe sites for leftover turkey suggestions that go beyone sandwiches, tetrazini, and hash. Anyone out there have any great recipes?<br /><br />The dessert was met with much enthusiasm. Yesterday was my mom's birthday and I decided that I would make her a strawberry bavarian cream cake. I saw one on <em>$40 a Day with Rachael Ray</em> and thought "I could make that" and the rest is culinary history. My son ate about half of it and everyone else raved. I'll share the recipe with you soon!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=after1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/after1.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;">istock photo</span></p>I also served blueberry cobbler, which my dad took home, kentucky derby pie (super recipes for this are available all over the web; I left out the bourbon), and pumpkin pie (which didn't get eaten at all). It was nice to sit at the table with my parents and aunt chatting for hours, watching everyone enjoy my cooking. I really do enjoy hosting Thanksgiving, even though it is a lot of cooking.<br /><br />I hope you all had wonderful holidays and to all of you braving Black Friday, Good Luck and Godspeed!<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=vo16_large.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/vo16_large.jpg" /></a></p>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-39744220987586598112011-11-20T00:15:00.001-05:002011-11-20T00:15:34.513-05:00Love<div><p>Love has a hem to her garment<br>
That reaches the very dust.<br>
It sweeps the stains<br>
From the streets and lanes, <br>
And because it can, it must.</p>
<p>-Mother Teresa</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFteKhbP8KZCAqH9m4XEI0L_NUQ9TFQAKqmDpMuPorOBAoBlLlyazOBZiYiFX31BTrpt_99wK9nbVQx9PEpKH43PG4efYpS7gHEJ4Xk_nA3rxsFuodfeV949aLWzP86S8SKxryVUMq248/' /></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-30077733112084448792011-11-16T18:38:00.001-05:002011-11-16T18:47:01.995-05:00Cassoulet a Faux-Faux<div><p>Alright.  So this isn't really a cassoulet.  You don't bake it, it's a one-skillet dish.  And there's no duck confit; instead smoked sausage and prosciutto add depth of flavor.  BUT it utilizes classic elements of French cooking such as a mirepoix (a blend of carrot, celery, and onion), thyme, bay leaves, there are beans, and so it's a sort of faux cassoulet.  A cassoulet a faux-faux!</p>
<p>You will need:</p>
<p>One length of smoked sausage, sliced in bite sized pieces<br>
8 oz of finely diced prosciutto<br>
1-8 oz can of tomato sauce (NOT Italian, plain tomatoes)<br>
1-8 oz can of cannellini or Great White Northern beans<br>
1-8 oz can of navy beans<br>
1 large carrot, peeled and sliced<br>
2 ribs of celery, sliced<br>
1 small red onion, diced<br>
2 cloves garlic, finely diced<br>
2 bay leaves<br>
1 tsp dried thyme<br>
1 tsp black pepper<br>
1 TBSP dried parsley<br>
Salt to taste </p>
<p>Make it:</p>
<p>1. Saute carrots, celery, onion, garlic, and prouscioutto in a dollop of olive oil until onion start to clear.</p>
<p>2. Add smoked sausage and continue to fry until the sausage starts to render its juices into the pan, about 5 minutes.</p>
<p>3.  Add everything else (except salt) to the pan, stir, cover, and simmer for about 15 minutes.</p>
<p>4. Remove the bay leaves and salt to taste.</p>
<p>I like to serve this with naan or a similar flat bread to sop up all of the delicious tomato sauce from the bowl.  Hope you enjoy it!</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzV9q8Oa374HO7oN49MnR2HUkZ9pkJoV_Le8Z_jmrX7qdbkSJQUKPzYxkZLCKVBbV54LRPTiH-QQDENadNGxEaSpjeE0B43RZn8siPgbIzcL_dl4MDtHOIhjxBKEG-KzpKOEpq7JxuUQ/' /></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-24583774319254249302011-11-14T15:33:00.001-05:002011-11-14T15:36:29.895-05:00Yarn shopping plans and a kitchen update<div><p>So the dishwasher and garbage disposal or in BUT the dishwasher was plugged into the same line as the garbage disposal and, therefore, the dishwasher cannot be run unless the disposal is on, too.  It will be fixed very soon, I am assured.  So today I had to do a HUGE load of dishes by hand.  I also have been engulfed in moving around everything in the kitchen since I lost a large cabinet and drawer and have to find a place to put all of the displaced bowls and mixing spoons.  The kitchen is still a bit typhoonish, so no picture yet.</p>
<p>I also was given the green light to go YARN SHOPPING(!) Hubs is letting me go buy expensive yarn store yarn for a few Christmas presents.  I am so excited!  I have a randomly striped scarf, ssimple pattern, in grey tones and a Jacques Cousteau hat in mind (but not in red, probably also in a coal or slate grey), but I can't say for whom.  I think I'm going to use Brown Sheep Company yarn, but of course I will have to check out all of my options!  I'm also involved in another project that I can't say a thing about but you can get details on Ravelry (I'm droppedstitches72, feel free to friend me!).  Will post some photos of YARN after I go shopping!</p>
<p>What are you knitting right now?  I'd love to know! </p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVCz6VD4CTRL_8q0MVOxTlaO_M3RFe2T5FlIzAzrPTmMkXzJWfiEidlGnpskepjo6BIgGi0peWIG7jEPh0YLsyJX8AYGqEkA6UX4j6SxLZp_MHS7Cd1vLB9PYzssR7meoJ4bHawm9Cvk/' /></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-35568647066452049982011-11-12T12:58:00.001-05:002011-11-12T12:58:39.149-05:00Marysville Horror Story<div><p>About 4 months ago a church friend of ours found a brand new FREE dishwasher and asked my husband if we were interested in it.  My 1961 kitchen wasn't built with a dishwasher in it so for the last 10 years we've been doing the dishes old school- by hand.  Things also tend to break in old homes and ours is no exception.  We haven't had a garbage disposal for about 7 months and have had to close off that side of the sink because there was a large leak below the dead disposal.  We've had a new disposal for several months but it hasn't been installed for one reason or another.</p>
<p>Today is installation day.  The sink and area where the dishwasher will go has been gutted.  The entire kitchen looks like a tornado went through it.  And it's dusty and dirty.  Just look at those pictures- I know, they are scary!</p>
<p>BUT, I will feel like I am living in the lap of luxury when the job is done.  No more hand washing the dishes!  A working garbage disposal!  Two sides of the sink to work with!  I'll make sure to share photos of the finished product.</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqw2LHYU2f2grOiWXiECno2D1kA7Ws0BzYAnxlsuy6du6ykAsI6QJOW6Lk0F6rLQfmFxJftpCcNC5qbYyz0udbI6jZSjcB8Ee-LkWtRvorLtJGaBNDXvHpousojjV0Xyd11GRwccwinDA/' /><br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Crga4WO4_N2OOJAB6GxUsr8JYb_YlX2X3ZzkDmgiLFf3vFN7E0QuRdZhUUQl0rcCWs1YIRYECWJAXCgyxYb6m3fFvXDyxO0z24VOhLObNILleNWeul9ajXqo74abCmmIw7_NrvbM104/' /></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-50031211131013853452011-11-11T16:52:00.003-05:002011-11-11T17:01:52.097-05:0011/11/11 wishes<p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=111-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/111-1.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">what have you wished for?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">An end to hunger?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">a happy child?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">a PS3?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">a college degree?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">someone to love?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">a Dodge Viper?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Happy Holidays?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">a writing gig?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Whatever you have wished for, </span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">may all your wishes come true</span></p>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-45862541382762693112011-11-08T09:37:00.003-05:002011-11-08T09:58:37.684-05:00Photographs of Beautiful Camp WilsonAt the beginning of October I attended a women's church retreat at Bellefountaine, Ohio's <a href="http://ymcacolumbus.org/willson/conferences-retreats.html">Camp Wilson</a>. I had heard a lot about the camp from my son who attended summer camp for a week there; he thought it was fantastic. I was excited to have a bit of time away from the homestead and a bit of time for contemplation and it turned out that this little patch of Ohio was the perfect spot for a mommy time out.<div><br /></div><div>We had our teaching, social times, and camp activities (I learned that with a bit of practice I might be a pretty fair archer), but what I loved the most was the time that I found to walk and wander the property, which was gorgeous. The lake was one of the most peaceful places I have been in a long time. Usually when I attend a retreat I am itching to get home. This time, though, I could have used a bit more time to enjoy this slice of heaven here on earth.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson7.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson8.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson8.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson5-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson5-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson10.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson12.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson13.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson13.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=campwilson4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/campwilson4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-90563479785589359532011-11-05T17:17:00.001-04:002011-11-05T17:17:04.596-04:00My Cowboy<div><p>I'm a little late on the Halloween post due to Dad Days, but here is my boy, all decked out in his cowboy gear.  He looks like he belongs in the 50s with Howdy Doody.  Do I have to tell you that I love it?</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5ccAxdQlOEGdjtfvc_r_EcAxPzFtQL_Dc8Vf_ZoqVzSDNeZra2fgkvAE0z_1zBjGDeA2n5FdkJeQViGFnxxnOlYcV2ricm7Exnsk6Mx0vg0UcCPuCEiLIz_rOBT5mmVaXNCKcCIl8XI/' /></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-89523906174921111922011-11-04T17:00:00.000-04:002011-11-04T17:00:00.889-04:00A Special Thanks to all Dad Days Bloggers!I'd like to take a moment to offer up a special "Thank You" to all of the fathers who were guest posters here on <span style="font-style: italic;">Dropped Stitches</span> during the month of October. The entire success of Dad Days is due to the blogging dads who were generous enough to contribute their work to the blog.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=weighty-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/weighty-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=DSC_3079.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/DSC_3079.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dustin Christian, author of <a href="http://www.daddygeek.org/">Daddy Geek: Raising the Dungeonmasters of Tomorrow</a><br /><br />Ben Moffat of <a href="http://the-angry-scot.blogspot.com/">The Angry Scot</a><br /><br />Justin Mannato, writer of <a href="http://daddyknowsless.blogspot.com/">Daddy Knows Less</a><br /><br />Barry Silver of <a href="http://alifewelllivedconcludeswithasmile.blogspot.com/">A Life Well Lived Concludes with a Smile</a><br /><br /><a href="http://nurturingfathers.com/index.php/92-2/about/">Mark Perlman</a> (not pictured), from an excerpt of the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Caring-Your-Newborn-Enjoy-First/dp/0982284128/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1318374169&sr=1-1">Caring For Your Newborn</a><br /><br />Richard Monroe, author of <a href="http://www.thebutterbottomblog.com/">The Butterbottom Blog</a><br /><br />Steve Birkett of <a href="http://riseabovethestatic.com/web-presence-development-blog/">Above The Static</a><br /><br />Matthew Peregoy, <a href="http://www.therealmattdaddy.com/">The Real Matt Daddy</a><br /><br />John Willey, writer of <a href="http://www.daddysincharge.com/">Daddy's in Charge?</a><br /><br />Alex Walsh, author of <a href="http://www.daddacool.co.uk/">Daddacool</a><br /><br />and<br /><br />Josh Solar of <a href="http://thehappyfamilymovement.com/">The Happy Family Movement</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">To all of you</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=thanks.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/thanks.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-54461005060254493902011-11-03T17:43:00.004-04:002011-11-03T18:21:46.627-04:00My Father Figures: My Step-Dad (but really my Dad), Mark SeelbachMy parents were divorced when I was 4. Bad divorce. That's all I'm going to say. After a few years we moved to the West side of Columbus, to the now super scary but then amazingly wonderful Lincoln Village, a huge apartment complex where my grandparents lived. Until I was 9 it was mom and me. I guess we were living hand to mouth, but I never knew it. My mom worked hard to provide for us and childhood was good.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=img012.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/img012.jpg" /></a></p>She liked to eat at Bob Evans and one day a waitress that she knew introduced her to another diner. They hit it off and started dating. Then one day he came over for dinner and I could not get over this wierd guy that mom had invited over. Then I went with mom to his bachelor apartment where I noticed he had <em>Omni</em> magazine, which, at the time, I thought was like <em>Playboy</em>, and I was mortified. But he turned out to be okay (and for those of you that don't know, Omni is a now defunct but iconic sci fi magazine, which said a lot about Mark Seelbach, though I didn't know it at the time) and one day in November 1981 they got married and I had a stepdad.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=img010.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/img010.jpg" /></a></p>Mark had no children. He wasn't used to shy, sensitive pre-adolescent girls but he did the best he could. In time, I figured out that he was pretty shy, too, and geeky. He liked jazz music, which I hadn't paid much attention to before then, and played the trumpet. We started going to the Methodist church because he grew up Methodist (in Youngstown, OH, which has an interesting population of Polish, German, and Italian people mostly, so I was introduced to Perogies, red cabbage, and all variety of German sausage). I now love good funky jazz, I still consider myself Methodist, and I LOVE brats and saurkraut.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=img011.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/img011.jpg" /></a></p>When computers came to the forefront in the late 80's he started working for the software industry, which began a lifelong love of computers and technology. Yes, my dad is a geek. A big one. He loves Star Trek and Dr. Who, collects vintage toys particularly GI Joes and those with a sci fi theme. My mom loves the geek stuff, too, and I was being molded, so when we went to the Dr. Who convention when I was in Middle School it was quite a moment. Did I mention he loves computers? He currently works as an auditor (he has a degree in accounting), but the computer love is not going away.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=011_11.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/011_11.jpg" /></a></p>He has been a wonderful father to me. He really would do anything for me. When I need him, he's there. I know that he's proud of me, even though he hasn't said it in so many words. He doesn't say things like that, those emotional type things, but with all of the caring and everything he's done for me over the years, I know. You know what I mean?Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-77039984498828840112011-10-28T21:00:00.005-04:002011-10-29T09:25:35.324-04:00Baseball, Dads, and Growing Up (A Guest Post from Josh Solar)Josh Solar is our guest today. He is one half of <a href="http://thehappyfamilymovement.com/">The Happy Family Movement</a>, an amazing website that aims to help families live a great life together. Fittingly, today he talks about the bonds formed through baseball.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=father-and-son-baseball-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/father-and-son-baseball-1.jpg" /></a></p>Memories. You know the ones. All the wonderful memories you created with Dad. All the baseball. The trips to the amusement park in Albuquerque when mom was in some sort of training. The soccer & basketball & swimming (yes, lots of sports). Sneaking food into your room when mom sent you to bed without dinner because you wouldn't quit talking back. I'm sure your memories of Dad vary from mine, but you get the point.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=JOS_1896.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/JOS_1896.jpg" /></a></p>For me, baseball with my dad was IT. The moment I could walk, I'm pretty sure my dad was throwing whiffle balls to me and teaching me how to properly field a ground ball. Watching the Dodgers on TV, eating all sorts of junk food. Most of my favorite memories of my dad involve baseball in some way or another. Especially the time we got to actually go to a Dodgers game and I got to try the world famous Dodger Dog for the first time (Note: It lived up to the hype!). I remember how excited I was when my dad took me to the Dodger store so I could buy all the World Series memorabilia after they won the World Series in 1988… you know, the year when Kirk Gibson hit that home run on one leg.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=father-and-son-baseball-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/father-and-son-baseball-2.jpg" /></a></p>Now that I'm a dad, I think back to all the things my dad did with me and how they influence the way I raise my son. He's 6 and he LOVES baseball. Every day after school, we either head to the ball park so I can pitch to him, or we just play baseball in the street (we live on a cul-de-sac so it's safe). I'd like to think that my time spent playing baseball with Max will lead to some of life's most important lessons. Patience. Teamwork. The importance of putting in hard work to master a certain skill set. Hustle. Never give up. Be ready for whatever may come your way. Pride (I feel a great deal of pride when he rips a line drive over my head and I see that big 'ol grin as he's proud of himself).<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=DSC_3079.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/DSC_3079.jpg" /></a></p>Playing baseball with my son brings me back to all the time spent with my dad. I'm constantly reminded of the impact we have on these young, beautiful little human beings. As a dad, just being there, being PRESENT for your kids, attentive, listening, laughing with them, LOVING them with your whole heart. That's a big deal. I know, at some point, he'll be out on his own. He'll fall in love. Have kids of his own. And when it comes time to play with his kids, I want him to remember all the wonderful things WE did together. To love his family with his whole heart, and pass those same life lessons on to his kiddos.Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-24455492016934768502011-10-26T14:04:00.004-04:002011-10-26T14:15:34.282-04:00Reconciling Beliefs or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Christ.(A Guest post from Dustin Christian)<a href="http://droppedstitches72.blogspot.com/2011/10/be-man-your-wife-wants-and-children.html">Another</a> post from Dustin Christian of <a href="http://www.daddygeek.org/">Daddy Geek: Raising the Dungeonmasters of Tomorrow</a>. Today he talks about reconciling the differences in his wife's and his faith and beliefs.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=69099_438547626923_503521923_5930812_6142919_n.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/69099_438547626923_503521923_5930812_6142919_n.jpg" /></a></p><strong>Reconciling Beliefs or: How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Christ</strong><br /><br />To me, “Christian” is nothing more than my last name. It's a last name that my wife loves because it's applied to her for as long as she can remember, but it's just a name to me.<br />Rhonda grew up with God as a constant presence in her life. I grew up unsure if God even exists.<br />I wasn't raised as an Atheist – most of my family considers themselves Christians (the church kind, not the last name kind) and would probably answer the classic question “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?” with an automatic, knee-jerk yes.<br />I've been to church, I even know the Lord's prayer by heart, but I've always been the type to question everything and forge my own path. Most church leaders I met didn't like it when a kid constantly questioned their faith, even if I was just trying to understand and reconcile what I saw as inconsistencies. Being constantly told to sit down and shut up, and seeing hypocrites like Jimmy Swaggart and Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker on the television (and hearing about the worst kept secret of pedophile priests) left me full of distrust and disdain for organized religion in general and evangelical Christians in particular.<br /><br />I went from being Christian by default to agnostic to atheist to... undefined. I've studied and dabbled in other religions, faiths, and philosophies, and developed my own spiritual ideas. I could write thousands of words on the subject, but I now call myself an open-minded agnostic, for the sake of simplicity. I tend to believe there is probably a higher power, but I don't think it matters what you call that higher power – or if you even decide to call that power anything at all – as long as you try to be the best person you can possibly be.<br /><br />I've never reconciled myself with closed-minded hypocrites of any faith, however. I doubt any one faith has all the answers, and they have to many commonalities to dismiss each other out of hand.<br /><br />I'd reached the open-minded agnostic, live-and-let-live stage by the time I met Rhonda. But people who were extremely vocal about their faith still made me nervous, and Rhonda definitely wears her faith on her sleeve. As someone with such strong faith, she had never even considered spending her life with somebody who didn't share that faith. And, since we both had kids, any relationship had to beviewed with a consideration towards long-term implications.<br /><br />While we were very interested in each other, religion was a potential deal-breaker.<br /><br />When we talked about what we really believed, though, we found that we actually agreed on most things. Rhonda was raised in a Christian family in a heavily Christian small town, but had her own ideas about what was right and what was wrong. While she was without a doubt a Christian, she could see the value in other belief systems and agreed that, as long as they were focused on trying to bethe best person you could be, they were on the right track.<br />I believe that we've come to the same point from different paths. If I had been raised going to church every Sunday, I'd probably have a lot more faith. If she was raised away from church, she'd probably be a lot more skeptical – though I hope not as cynical as I am. I know that we've influenced each other. I've made Rhonda question things more and consider life from perspectives other than the Christian viewpoint, and she has caused me to have more faith and become more spiritual.<br /><br />But I digress.<br /><br />No matter how much we might agree, there was still the big question – once we were sure that ours was a long-term relationship – of how we would raise our children. Rhonda had never considered anything other than raising her kids as Christians and, while I had moved past my issues with Christianity, I wasn't comfortable with my kids being taught that there was only one way. Besides, I'm still not comfortable with a lot of the “morals” that many Christians profess.<br />In the end, we decided that the boys will make up their own minds about faith and religion. It's inevitable that Christianity will be the first thing they're exposed to. In this country (and particularly this state), they'll also be exposed to Christianity most often. I'm not looking forward to the day when I have to contradict some of the things the boys will hear (especially from their grandfather who is born-again and thus insists there's no other way to be), but at least I can do that without getting angry. I'm sure there will be bigger fights over the racism and homophobia they'll eventually hear from Rhonda's uncles and other bigots.<br /><br />Rhonda had the idea of taking them to mosques, temples, and gatherings of other faiths, and I would love to do that – if they show interest. I'm not forcing anything on them. If and when they have questions, we'll answer them as openly and honestly as we know how. I hope it can wait long enough that they'll be able to grasp why Mommy and Daddy don't believe exactly the same things, but we'll do what we must.<br /><br />The most important thing I can teach my kids is that everyone is different, and different ideas are not only okay – they're essential.Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-3218594647788932092011-10-25T10:07:00.003-04:002011-10-25T10:19:31.004-04:00The Challenges of Fatherhood (A guest post by Alex Walsh)Today's contributor is Alex Walsh, the publisher of the blog <a href="http://www.daddacool.co.uk/">Daddacool</a> (which is listed #8 in <a href="http://uk.cision.com/Resources/Social-Media-Index/Top-UK-Social-Media/Top-10-UK-Daddy-Blogs/">Cision's Top 10 UK Daddy Blogs</a>). Today he touches on some of the challenges of fatherhood.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=weighty.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/weighty.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br />So this Daddy lark then. Has it changed me? Well I’m now capable of wiping someone elses bottom, which is something I never thought I’d be able to do. I barely enjoy wiping my own to be honest. The same goes for sick, I never thought I’d have a poorly toddler clasped to me when they chose to vomit down my back. To this day I remember the walk to the bathroom with chunks of sick worrying their way between my buttocks. And of course, there is the claim to fame I have in my twitter profile that elicits a lot of amusing chortles: Super powers include walking over Lego barefoot AND feeling NO pain!<br /><br />Of course the experiences are only a small part of it really, and even the rather unsavoury ones have their upside- having a poorly child cling to you because they find you reassuring is special, even if the acidic smell of sick is burning your nostrils.<br /><br />There are always challenges to being a Dad, and they’re not always the ones you’d expect. I always found little wriggly babies both incredibly delicate and incredibly strong at the same time. I clearly remember getting more frustrated than a newborn in my attempts to get a sleep suit on a baby. I also remember vividly the wrench at leaving my wife alone and confused after my two weeks paternity leave had finished. I even wrote about it for a <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/aug/04/fathers-view-genuinely-devastated">national newspaper here in England</a>.<br /><br />And the lack of sleep, oh my goodness the lack of sleep. The boy didn’t sleep through the night until he was one but his little sister Fifi, still doesn’t sleep properly and she’ll be three in January. She was still waking up twice in the night until she was two, and after that she insisted on getting up at around 5am. Enough to make you weep tears of exhaustion.<br /><br />I like to think that Claire and I are a team though. She might have been the one to carry the kids and give birth to them but I was the one who accidentally ensured that some heavy metal was playing during at least one of the deliveries. I try to do my fair share of the good stuff and the unpleasant stuff, be it bedtime routine and stories (which I always try to be home from work for) to taking them for their immunizations. The biggest challenge I have is not lowering myself to their level when it comes to playing games. I find it really easy to empathise with the children, particularly the boy.<br /><br />I think though, the thing for me that sums up being a Dad perfectly is one of those days I come home to be met at the front door by the boy. He has a worried look on his face, mingled with a slight trace of worry. He gives me something precious to him that’s been broken and has complete faith in me to make everything all right. It’s a fairly well placed faith as far as he’s concerned. When we were lucky enough to go on holiday to Lake Garda, Italy, we spent hours walking around a fortified walled city. When we got back to the hire car, he said, “Where’s bunny?” We had 20 minutes on the parking meter left and he had lost his most precious cuddly toy in a walled city. I ran off at speed and came back 17 minutes later with his bunny. He was unconcerned, because I was his Daddy and he had complete trust in me to make things okay. And that is what it means to me to be a Daddy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=bunny.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/bunny.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645565425975572299.post-45502438038486182682011-10-25T08:00:00.001-04:002011-10-25T08:00:01.713-04:00Time Sure Goes By Fast (A guest post by John Willey)John Willey is the author of <a href="http://www.daddysincharge.com/">Daddy's In Charge?</a> and one of this year's Parents.com Best Dad Blog Award Nominees. Check out his Lego movies (starring everyone from Chuck Norris to Spiderman) which record his singular views on fatherhood.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/?action=view&current=dadblog9John.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh128/ktcwmom/knitting%20blog/dadblog9John.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Time sure goes by fast, huh Daddy?" - my son Tyler</span><br /><br />Yeah Tyler, it sure does.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuz4sQoxfG29L4zX1vsYB32tbfLq7D-IV8C2xCMwWnEqZmzMgQQx25Iyim_guG0dB4c7pRdDtKCjjk1o6sYrX_moXv4_umlUSOonI39leyt26N0aNyOcwne-ZuR5Veu7FL8YD7_UhNzyq/s1600/Copy+of+P7130058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuz4sQoxfG29L4zX1vsYB32tbfLq7D-IV8C2xCMwWnEqZmzMgQQx25Iyim_guG0dB4c7pRdDtKCjjk1o6sYrX_moXv4_umlUSOonI39leyt26N0aNyOcwne-ZuR5Veu7FL8YD7_UhNzyq/s320/Copy+of+P7130058.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px;">It seems just like like yesterday I was sitting outside the operating room crying hysterically both scared to death and happy all in the same moment. Scared to death that your mother was having an emergency C section but also happy because it meant that you were on your way out. I was also scared to death because my life would change forever, I was now going to be a dad, and I had no idea what that was actually going to mean. Time sure does go by fast, I remember the first night you were home from the hospital, you were crying your little eyes out and we had no idea what the problem was. The only thing that we could think of was to put a binky in your mouth, it worked wonders. It still took you a long time until you slept through the night, but look at you now, you sleep like such a big kid, although you could go to bed on your own sometimes.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8OOkaXzR8Uh-wAUsNrLb_iGgGWJZ2mLyeTpOk8W14J91lplL3xfrJ3HV1kvMXEP4KKPY92t9b89WjinRKYB5zuufu3ByuL-3zhs4MUvhINiaKhR_h73S8QMc9dZ4Sioro_y82Vp2GG8E/s1600/12-14-04+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8OOkaXzR8Uh-wAUsNrLb_iGgGWJZ2mLyeTpOk8W14J91lplL3xfrJ3HV1kvMXEP4KKPY92t9b89WjinRKYB5zuufu3ByuL-3zhs4MUvhINiaKhR_h73S8QMc9dZ4Sioro_y82Vp2GG8E/s320/12-14-04+083.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="228" border="0" height="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FiVFzcZnR1zRMHbp5_QzQwQJkqmV0qetcpPkaJm6FHH8Xww2Fod7KBVA1JpPHzTn4LEOO8oMqAy987eOmRswdz4ShYL92rTKLn24KWNZaFfHIZFaKCzaGL0XQI9evoCOQfDOP5taxbG5/s1600/IMG_4559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FiVFzcZnR1zRMHbp5_QzQwQJkqmV0qetcpPkaJm6FHH8Xww2Fod7KBVA1JpPHzTn4LEOO8oMqAy987eOmRswdz4ShYL92rTKLn24KWNZaFfHIZFaKCzaGL0XQI9evoCOQfDOP5taxbG5/s320/IMG_4559.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="213" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><br />Time sure goes by fast, I can remember sitting in your bedroom late one night and you rolled yourself from your back to your front. It was just you and me and I thought that nothing could be better than that moment. Then you started to crawl, albeit like a wounded army man, and you could now get around on your own. You didn't need me to carry you everywhere. Look at you now, you are faster than a speeding bullet and you run everywhere you go. We have had a lot of nights like that one in your bedroom, a lot of great moments.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIPS0F6XC26FRFm0CJ6MZgYir6teShVYKgq-Ll1UZmmOc8EqS7nfgp3XPNcx6KgwvicZj8U-sgp3lrPFYIuJncW2PgjGSXvN4IHZ9cobN8vMX5aUIw2ogEPfX7OfEz8_F_jP21gbPcwbe/s1600/12-14-04+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOIPS0F6XC26FRFm0CJ6MZgYir6teShVYKgq-Ll1UZmmOc8EqS7nfgp3XPNcx6KgwvicZj8U-sgp3lrPFYIuJncW2PgjGSXvN4IHZ9cobN8vMX5aUIw2ogEPfX7OfEz8_F_jP21gbPcwbe/s320/12-14-04+037.jpg" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhgB9GVjfnLLUG6RR4D9aQZ2Q0_IhTGu2B00fmZTjPCQf9CM2x79nmt5PiOIMvklDgKqA8Hw16Eo0Z89UQKWRd-KsE6Rz0lcG8FUx3ii5MwH59AgWHpyEspP98MmuOUJ3NmOvuqxtu4yK/s1600/IMG_5357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNhgB9GVjfnLLUG6RR4D9aQZ2Q0_IhTGu2B00fmZTjPCQf9CM2x79nmt5PiOIMvklDgKqA8Hw16Eo0Z89UQKWRd-KsE6Rz0lcG8FUx3ii5MwH59AgWHpyEspP98MmuOUJ3NmOvuqxtu4yK/s320/IMG_5357.JPG" width="213" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIn6RMf_zhSoi_eGYJ41DLW6fxDUK4c_plmZLgueO8Qcpiek4qBjGqYvdRW-XQZ-0YEEjgP9zDwyweTCHEaW6ElJbOh0gdB42Z9JceM-i1U96B0odkNF5Jmow_2NN4NPu18k-mj7JEA3R9/s1600/P3010015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIn6RMf_zhSoi_eGYJ41DLW6fxDUK4c_plmZLgueO8Qcpiek4qBjGqYvdRW-XQZ-0YEEjgP9zDwyweTCHEaW6ElJbOh0gdB42Z9JceM-i1U96B0odkNF5Jmow_2NN4NPu18k-mj7JEA3R9/s320/P3010015.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAF1zT1ByALvlKBvjVVA45EQ0OQhO-Zwu69RqTlZUlZ6osIYKqaAYzEDalNIH6_obGIDtLpAw98qK3ozOPACUur5coQ8i83cAvAZqGPQLOhoZHCCvWjHNZqJPW9Yw_iRjJLo4NA3rQWhk8/s1600/IMG_3564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAF1zT1ByALvlKBvjVVA45EQ0OQhO-Zwu69RqTlZUlZ6osIYKqaAYzEDalNIH6_obGIDtLpAw98qK3ozOPACUur5coQ8i83cAvAZqGPQLOhoZHCCvWjHNZqJPW9Yw_iRjJLo4NA3rQWhk8/s320/IMG_3564.JPG" width="213" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px;">Time sure does go by fast, you used to need us to read everything to you. You didn't know your ABC's or how to count to ten. But you figured that all out, you turned into such a smart little kid. The smartest in fact! You used to just scribble everything, before you knew how to write or draw. But look at you now, look at what in incredible artist you are. You amaze me everyday with that little brain of yours.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogTouvYa1r-loEOqo6F5YACPMPmP6agFxDZem3e4AuN_Yvw5n3TKX0i4_Y4OavlGubnS85j2YKSx_Uew81K8RGsBBoCQIUTkduzxCFbzZcpgzk2ARSV_gJmFENNKw2t1USDPZGMDFnFBA/s1600/IMG_6228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogTouvYa1r-loEOqo6F5YACPMPmP6agFxDZem3e4AuN_Yvw5n3TKX0i4_Y4OavlGubnS85j2YKSx_Uew81K8RGsBBoCQIUTkduzxCFbzZcpgzk2ARSV_gJmFENNKw2t1USDPZGMDFnFBA/s320/IMG_6228.JPG" width="213" border="0" height="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB5Hcy135LQRJDU486wK9y6obTFa3GO9Kd-dNfS3ovVni8OGLzMN8q_GKzXKxQqLoiYAxgPyjkAadUHUcoXCJ_8LWdwks8tfLNhopvjgdIJ_PFsL4oMiymMXNHfgLFP3WaREt2VtB_1UZ/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFB5Hcy135LQRJDU486wK9y6obTFa3GO9Kd-dNfS3ovVni8OGLzMN8q_GKzXKxQqLoiYAxgPyjkAadUHUcoXCJ_8LWdwks8tfLNhopvjgdIJ_PFsL4oMiymMXNHfgLFP3WaREt2VtB_1UZ/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" width="238" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Pm0uBd-HMvQzPPNMKp0igs8s5sTZ0pr9pcK5qRXOosdnebLhyphenhyphent70fKlvL1vB-p5LAihHowkl0DdpeG76RNLQrGtiETW65Bcl6l0RQTn3aiXy4Y3Xyke_7Vcxz7sNkLFq_AABMiuAwwis/s1600/carter+born+089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Pm0uBd-HMvQzPPNMKp0igs8s5sTZ0pr9pcK5qRXOosdnebLhyphenhyphent70fKlvL1vB-p5LAihHowkl0DdpeG76RNLQrGtiETW65Bcl6l0RQTn3aiXy4Y3Xyke_7Vcxz7sNkLFq_AABMiuAwwis/s320/carter+born+089.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="228" border="0" height="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXM-P1vUflQl3YgPaJCO1nv0jDO-B90SB1DrwNHTqxrcY86BRoIZ0c1HVGNMXVwhvCrPf1EZixkxz9XjYwidnNe9K5m-yVHcU3FBJYdc8Fr6ITtKoKhwbrffj-VhUC7xoebsPyYDDLeztY/s1600/IMG_9267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXM-P1vUflQl3YgPaJCO1nv0jDO-B90SB1DrwNHTqxrcY86BRoIZ0c1HVGNMXVwhvCrPf1EZixkxz9XjYwidnNe9K5m-yVHcU3FBJYdc8Fr6ITtKoKhwbrffj-VhUC7xoebsPyYDDLeztY/s320/IMG_9267.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="213" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="margin: 0px;">Time does go by fast, you used to be the only baby that we had. It used to be only you, but then along came Carter. We had an idea that you would be a great big brother, but seeing how you are with him, you really turned into the best big brother in the whole world. He loves you so much! You have gotten to be such an awesome little kid in these past seven years and you grew up so fast, it makes me wonder sometimes where it all went.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9p0KRver2FRAhXDbNzmZfeO94ynYDPdd7oImO0WwSmgoB550ptCT5_weG5OzwpF3dJc_vzixBHCVfUwObhkOH5iOAcJhjUq5aBNhTxwBvPQJUxpWdkZo9P_jP8QP4rMTOBr-TU8wUrNW/s1600/P2180128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd9p0KRver2FRAhXDbNzmZfeO94ynYDPdd7oImO0WwSmgoB550ptCT5_weG5OzwpF3dJc_vzixBHCVfUwObhkOH5iOAcJhjUq5aBNhTxwBvPQJUxpWdkZo9P_jP8QP4rMTOBr-TU8wUrNW/s320/P2180128.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvFR8Gfu2xHsp1q2uWX0tr2vYXMA6-id_q5bNDtgiLTbgqbdVBlGz7BHj4WOA4ASe-RWw39cDjVm-FyJu2BYJeCQKcKBkqoWP8oZ75Wfbe0zytxQ9ywxGjvUiWX2kaFU_GbEG9jYzN6XY/s1600/IMG_4781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvFR8Gfu2xHsp1q2uWX0tr2vYXMA6-id_q5bNDtgiLTbgqbdVBlGz7BHj4WOA4ASe-RWw39cDjVm-FyJu2BYJeCQKcKBkqoWP8oZ75Wfbe0zytxQ9ywxGjvUiWX2kaFU_GbEG9jYzN6XY/s320/IMG_4781.JPG" width="213" border="0" height="320" /></a></div><blockquote><div style="margin: 0px;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Time sure goes by fast huh daddy? I came into your room at 6:30, (fell back asleep) and now its already 7:45. How did that happen?"</span></b></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I have no idea Tyler, I have no idea.<br /></div></blockquote>Erin Wallacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14740698417495064304noreply@blogger.com3