January 31, 2012



If you want a serious dose of awesomeness then DO NOT FAIL to check out Dad’s are the Original Hipsters. I laugh so hard. It’s a recipe for comedic success....the way we take ourselves so damn serious these days, as if we were the first generation to ‘get it’. And the truth is plain as day. Our Dad’s were rocking it all, long before we came along. People send in old pictures of their old man and this guy adds the captions. Read it and weep.Some are better than others, and my brand of funny is probably a little off kilter, but I think it’s genius.  It’s in the sidebar over there.

January 27, 2012

{this moment}...my last baby


Taken this morning. It could go today. She is so excited. She is quite late in the tooth losing department. I joke with her that we’ll put her in the Guinness book for oldest child on earth with all her baby teeth. But I guess not. The tooth fairy will come with a few jangly quarters, and the tooth will live in my jewelry box with all the others. My most precious jewels for sure.

Oh we swell with love for this one. All of them, of course. But you know what I mean.

Happy weekend.

January 25, 2012

durango



Here we are.

If you’re thinking of moving any time soon
Here is some food for thought.

Last year Durango was voted....

+ Best Places to Live 2011 (Men's Journal)
+ Best Place to Put Your Outdoor Life First (Men's Journal)
+ Top Micropolitan Area in the US (Politicom)
+ Top Ten Western Towns (True West Magazine)
+ Top 200 Town in the US (Outdoor Life Magazine)
+ Top 10 "Life is Better Here" Town (Outside Magazine)
+ "Next Big Thing" (Outside Magazine)
+ Colorado's Secret Stash (Ski Magazine)



(Thank you Jamie Jo....I lifted this straight from you!)

January 23, 2012

Twinkle


If you haven’t gleaned it already, I’ll just go ahead and state it for the record. I like to hang things from the ceiling. It might go up for a special occasion, say a birthday or Christmas, and it just stays. Because more is better.

Matt has been an art machine lately. He should start a daddy craft blog. He’s actually just touching up a sign in this photo...he’s ski patrol here and the signs were just awful...so he pulled them down and gave them a serious face lift. He’s good that way. But hold on to your hats. When he gives me the go ahead, I’ll share his latest creation. Lots of late nights, lots of hot glue, and infinite patience....

He’s also close to finishing something with Lew that I can add to the ceiling collection. There’s something about winter and snow and a cozy wood stove burning ‘round the clock that is conducive to creativity.

Hope your firing on all cylinders these days!

January 20, 2012

the morning

from here

To say that I like coffee is like saying that I like my children. There aren’t enough words really. And I don’t want to bore you. The purpose of this post is to solicit help, as we have fallen into the coffee making doldrums. We’ve cycled through a french press, an espresso pot, a fancy coffee maker, and right now, a very cheap wal-mart pot. It’s leaving me a little low, but no lower than the aforementioned methods. Any hints, tips, or aha moments around the morning cuppa are welcome and wanted.

I love the picture above. I can almost smell that caffeinated mess!

Help me, please.

{I should say that I’m not capable of extremely anal details like the temperature of my water or the grind of my coffee, so don’t go there.....I am a simple gal who wants a decent cup of coffee without too much hooopla....}

snow

We woke up to the white stuff.


Within minutes this kid was on the sofa in the kitchen...fully dressed and ready to go. 


Here.


On a school day. 

Hooky is good.

Fixing this for dinner.

Be cozy.


January 18, 2012

the craft closet


Hello craft closet. I have a love/hate relationship with you. 

We are always up to something over here and I try to keep some semblance of order, but three kids can put a hurting on a craft closet. My primary goal is that they be able to get whatever they want, without my help.... that they can pull stuff out and go to town on a project, all by themselves, and put it away just as easily. There is quick potential for it to become a disaster area, but I have done some research and removed the offender. Read on for the secret.

There are two solid things I’ve learned as an art teacher and mother of prolific artists.

Less is more when it comes to art supplies.

AND

Don’t bother with cheap art supplies.

Let’s start with the cheap stuff. If you pay a quarter for a box of crayons, they are going to behave accordingly. Crayons should be bright and wonderful, not pale and waxy. The worst offenders in the cheap category are crayons, colored pencils, watercolors, and regular pencils. Rose Art? Don’t bother. I’m not saying that you have to buy the mega expensive German crayons, but don’t buy the cheapies. Your children will thank you. There’s a huge difference.

When it comes to art supplies, too much can be a curse. It’s distracting. The entire essence of a project can fall by the wayside if a kid has access to five thousand colors and feathers and glitter and sequins and felt stars and ...you get it, right?! Curate your collection of baubles and sparkles and put some of it aside for a rainy day.

OK. Let’s break it down now.

Drawing and Coloring:

More than anything, kids color and draw. When it comes to crayons, I actually prefer oil pastels. They are super saturated and glide nicely. You can buy one set and they will last a childhood. That’s a savings and they create a fantastic look. We have crayons, too, but they usually reach for these.


Kids also need colored pencils for journalling and more intricate projects. Again, buy good ones at the art supply store. They will get your kids through high school. And do yourself a huge favor and get a REAL pencil sharpener. The old fashioned kind that goes on the wall or an electric one. This will end your homework woes, too. Just do it.

I love magic markers, but hate that they’re so disposable. We have them anyway. Throw them away when they dry out.

Painting:


We have a jar full of brushes, a jar for water (so they don’t use every glass in the kitchen), a palette, and a bucket o’paints. In this case, cheap is good. I LOVE the $1 Apple Barrel craft paints {from wal-mart...sorry}. The colors are fun and they mix nicely. Remind your older kids to mix their own colors, not to use them straight up. They will be better artists for it. The best thing to paint on, in my opinion, is broken down boxes. Cereal, cracker, cookie, even heavier cardboard boxes make perfect canvases and are never in short supply.

Sewing:
{everyone should sew...boys and girls alike}

Hello thrift store. I buy everything sewing related at the thrift store. Never new. You could, but it won’t be as groovy and will cost more and you will have removed the siren song of chance from your creative endeavors. Here is a list of what I like to have on hand.

a small stack of vintage calico fabrics for making pillows and whatnot ~ balls of yarn for pom poms, finger knitting and tying stuff together ~ embroidery floss for braiding, sewing, and making friendship bracelets and a huge needle for little hands ~ felt, always felt ~ a tin full of buttons ~ and of course, my own project



The buttons are key. Kids love buttons. I love buttons. Everybody loves buttons. Buttons are stand alone fun. Della and Lewis will spend hours choosing buttons. They are always at the thrift store, old and unique. Buy them. Bottle caps are good clean fun, too, FYI. 


This is the caddy. A thrift score for sure. It has all the basics in it for a quick grab and go. Markers, pencils, scissors, watercolors, a little glitter, tape {the frog rocks}, modeling clay, glue sticks and regular glue. This is one stop shopping for Della. She grabs it and sits down and is ready for most anything. There is almost no clean-up, just put the whole she-bang back in the closet and your done. I will mention that you can’t have too many scissors. Not possible. We use them 3,000 times a day.

Have you noticed what’s missing?

It’s an integral item, really.

It  has given me fits for years, and I finally said no more and no one has even noticed.

No one asked. No one missed it.

It’s really a mystery to me. They turn out projects and drawings galore... 

I do not give them.....

paper. 

I used to have a stack of paper on the shelf, fresh and white or out of the recycling bin at school, and they would go through it like lightening. They used way too much, with no regard for filling a page and then the back....just more more more. And it would fall off the shelf, and pile up in the costume basket on the floor and stuffed all around. They would draw and toss. No good. It was everywhere and anonymous and I’m no clean freak, so it believe me when I say it was a problem. 

We have one sketch book that they share, and somehow or another, they can always come up with a sheet of paper. But it’s not around to be inhaled and swallowed whole. Every now and again, I go to the art store, and they sell huge pieces of paper, and I will buy three sheets and they are like gold. They inspire big ideas! They are rolled up and savored for special inspiration. 

In a large nutshell, that’s the craft closet. It shares space with the games and is in the center of all the action. When it’s tidy, we are more creative. Go figure.

I have some other tricks up my sleeve that I will share around kids and art.

Stay tuned.


January 14, 2012

12 years 7 months and 15 days


That’s how long it’s been since we have had two nights in a row without our children in the house. It feels weird and wonderful. They are happy as clams at Granne and Grandaddy’s house. 

Thank you. 

From way deep down. 

Seriously.

Thanks.

January 13, 2012

weekend craft projects

Della is 'little miss craft project’ of late and she always wants to get into it right before dinner. Does the universe have an answer for that one? We made these the other day and Lewis joined in. So easy. Egg cartons, paint, and whatever baubles you have lying around. Owls are trendy, you know.


And the next night it was a pillow for her doll bed. I usually end up with the bulk of the sewing, but that’s fine. We use a huge needle and embroidery floss to make the job go faster and be easier for little hands.



How stupid is this thing? it’s pure lewis. i call it the sock monkey boomerang, and it actually has a very nice heft to it...for throwing or bonking someone with. i know you want one. and i know you don’t need a tutorial.



And today I saw these beauties on the blessed internet and they’re next for sure! I envision a village and I think they’ll look cool in the boy’s room.

Go here for the tutorial!

This is made out of matchbox cars and I can hardly stand it. There was a time when we could have made this, when we had 10,000 or so of these cars, and now I’m wondering where on earth they could all have made off to. My mind pictures them driving off into the night, tiny headlights ablaze, to seek their fortunes in this great big world. I’m fully supportive of them, if that’s the case.

I have wrestled with my 'kids' closet for years. It’s where I keep all of our craft supplies and games and other child-centric miscellany. I think I have finally got the beast by the tail and will show you on Monday. As an art teacher, I have a love/hate relationship with arts and craft supplies and have finally whittled it down to the necessities. At least the very basics, that we should have around for the siren call of creativity. Sort of. It’s working for now and I’ll share. 

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

January 12, 2012

chocolate mousse is not photogenic


And I’ll just leave it at that.

But it dang sure tastes good. And I don’t know that I’ve ever made anything richer. When your kids push the bowl away and say they can’t do it, you know something is up. It’s an interesting problem to have. A decadent chocolatey dessert that is too much to eat....

The solution?



Easy. 

Use it as a filler between dark chocolate wafer cookies (those old fashioned ones by Nabisco).

Voila. Little chocolate mousse sandwiches.

Those got gone so fast that there are no photos.

Go figure? The mousse is ‘too much’ and then you add more chocolate and everything is just peachy again. 

Go here for the mousse recipe.

I’m into mousses (meese?) now. This weekend a lemon one. 

And I have a question that I’m curious about. Do you plan your meals for the week? Does it work? Is it easier? Do you stick with it? I’m willing to try, but am wondering what you guys do!


January 10, 2012

January 9, 2012

narwhal, why not?

We are enjoying all things Narwhal here at the Patton house these days. These bizarre creatures have captured the fascination of sweet Lewis and we have been inundated with images, songs, drawings, poems ....you name it. They hail from the whale family and I must admit that I’m smitten.



The song sealed their fate in our hearts. Because we all have a weird sense of cool.



Lew felt the need to strip down and sing it at our New Year’s Party. He taught it to cousin August and they improvised a John Travolta style horn.


Matt went out and got a tattoo of one.


I knitted some narwhal gloves.


and have started a foundation....


"Under water unicorn, they’ve got a kick-ass facial horn."

The least you can do is google the damn things and show your kids.

Do it for Lewis.

And have a nice week.

P.S. I can’t not add this, now can I? Thanks to Stacy and her comment we can now have Narwhal the Game! It works like so (and I quote)......The narwhal uses its tusk to impale the cute animals of the world, specifically baby seals, baby penguins and koalas.


get it here
And it has taken about 5 minutes, but OMG, we totally have had this game at some point in our child rearing lives and I’m not sure if that’s horrible or awesome! Oh wait, it’s awesome. What jogged my memory is the X in the koala’s heart, in the above picture. That guy is rattling around in a toy basket somewhere and we got it here, I worked there in college (among other places) and should you ever be in Athens, GA do not miss it! 

January 6, 2012

wash your hands....

Have you noticed that people are getting more and more compulsive about things that really don’t matter? In the name of thorough mothering or good parenting they are elevating odd things to high levels of importance. Let’s take a look at hand washing, for example.

I am going to just go ahead and rock the internet and say that I never wash my hands. Never is a strong word, and of course I’m exaggerating, but I only wash my hands when they are yucky or dirty. Here are some examples of when I might wash my hands. I wash them when I come in from the garden and have dirt/mud all up in my fingernails and I need to get a splinter out of someone’s eye. I wash my hands when I am dealing with raw meat excessively. Not because I think I’m going to die of a bacterial situation, but because it’s sticky and my phone is probably ringing. Back in the day, I might have washed after changing an explosive diaper. I think I might have washed them after this situation, but it was a symbolic washing. As in, ‘I have an unusual feeling in my gut right now and it’s time to move forward with a clean slate'.

I have never encouraged my children to wash their hands that much. I don’t believe that the invisible germ force is our worst enemy. I can’t cede them that much power. We are meant to live together harmoniously, because neither of us is going anywhere. I’m not stupid. I get how germs, viruses, and such are spread, but I don’t think we’re that fragile. I don’t want to become that fragile. Hand sanitizer is effective for two minutes (fact), and is recommended after contact with a foreign surface, which would make us all neurotic freaks if used as indicated. I touched a door knob, or a keyboard at the library, or that bag of groceries, or your welcoming hand, or a hug from a friend. No thanks. In the name of strengthening my immune system, I’ll politely decline.

These days, everything is ‘dirty’. I went on a field trip with Della and it was sweet, but at the same time a veritable minefield of impending doom. I wanted to bitch slap one of the other parents. (Never a good feeling, except that I can embrace the fantasy and run with it.) You’ve held a barn yard animal? God forbid! A darling yellow chick? #&*@&! WHERE IS THE HAND SANITIZER?!? Oh wait, it’s in a dispenser on that jack-wipes fanny pack. Kids line up for absolution. Because baby chicks are filthy? I herd my precious child away from the neurotic daddy so she can be mauled by baby goats with no associated guilt. This trip to the farm was brought to you by Purell, Germ-X, and the CDC.

When I was growing up, we didn’t talk much about hand washing. You washed them if they were dirty. I have had to write letters to teachers forbidding my child from using hand sanitizer because it was used so excessively. Just teach them how to use punctuation, alright already? I didn’t say that, but it’s what I was thinking.

Someone said that cleanliness is next to Godliness. I don’t think it’s biblical and I don’t care enough to google it, but what I think they meant was that we should be reasonably clean, that the plague was unpleasant and total squalor might contribute to your chances of contracting it. They weren’t giving permission for OCD behaviors.

I teach loads of children in many different arenas. They sniff and snuffle. I’m pretty darn healthy. Every now and then I get a bug. Same with my kids. I think we're average. I like to think that our immune systems are in cahoots with our environmental factors.

Which is to say, that me and my grubby little family are just fine, thanks.

January 3, 2012

happy new year!


Hello friends. I am not dead. I will be back. My friend, Bill said he was starting a blog called ‘Durango Mom’s Neighbor’ because I have been dropping the ball this holiday season. I do miss you guys. I am on the slopes....most every day. My hell shift comes to an end on Wednesday and I will return to a more normal life. And I’ll probably write about it.

We need some snow around here. It’s warm and sunny in Durango. But I’ll take a break where I can catch one!

This is short because I’m off again....to teach some poor, unsuspecting Texan how to shred. Chances are he’ll be four...or five...with a serious accent and separation anxiety. I run up and down the bunny slope with 20 lb. boots on about 200 times a day. I should be training for some sort of elite event involving whining, patience, and potty breaks.....connected with an uphill sprint.

It’s all good.

Back soon!