Baby blankets

Most anyone who would read this will already know that Carolyn Jane Madsen (Jane) was born on March 11th.  You can see more pictures at my Picassa Web Album or WebAlbum2 or check out Carol's blog.

After we brought her home, we realized that we had given our well-used flannel baby blankets away after Grace grew out of them.  Neighbors had kindly taken Rachel and Kimmer to a high school play, so Lindsey, Grace, and I went to the fabric store.  Gracie chose out some pink "letter fabric" she liked, and Lindsey and I picked out the brown/green fabric.  I knew Carol would love it.

That night, after Gracie had gone to bed, I sewed two little baby blankets.  Sewing is a skill I taught myself while trying to get two girls who worked at Carol's Bernina in Price to pay attention to me.  The homemade shorts I made that summer tore open in a tragically embarrassing incident, but these blankets are first class.  Pretty impressive, huh?  

 

 Apparently, it is still not considered manly to sew, as I was teased today in Priesthood meeting (by a member of the neighbor family that took the girls to the play and saw me sewing when they came back).  But I guess it's always been (and can only be) about the girls for me. . . .

The local cats

Along with the javelina that have made our house part of their routine stops, we've been seeing this bobcat frequently making trips along our back wall. I'm sure he's well fed with all of the bunnies roaming the neighborhood. The latest sighting was on Martin Luther King weekend when I got this picture. I was talking to Carol while she was making breakfast and noticed it moving along the wall. Doug (who was staying with us for the weekend) told us we could get $359 for the pelt. I'm pretty sure the gunshot would raise a few eyebrows among our neighbors though.

Our Backyard Friends

This is a continuation of Carol's post.

So last night I watched the end of the new Indiana Jones movie after everyone else had gone to bed. There is an awful lot of stupid fighting in the show (like you would really continue to drive your Jeep just as fast as the bad guys and jump back and forth between vehicles for no reason). During one of those extraneous fight scenes, I thought the surround sound was a little too good for our TV and paused the show while I took a look for the cause of some extra noises from the back patio. Mother and baby Javalina were enjoying a little snack on some forgotten garbage. They stuck around licking an empty ice cream container long enough for me to go find the camera and get this shot. Seems our yard is coming back on their list of regularly scheduled stops. It's true we do have food stuff (discarded suckers, fallen bits and pieces) strewn around the yard pretty regularly, so I imagine they don't go hungry much. I wonder if garbage fed pig is as good as corn fed beef.

Birthday Trauma

This picture may be worth a thousand words. For any parent who has ever had a three year-old, this may remind you of about 365 days in addition to those 1000 words. Grace was really happy until we sang Happy Birthday and lit 3 candles--she only wanted to be two, not three. And a three year-old wants to choose EVERYTHING!