Ahhhhhhh!!!! And that’s a scream of terror not joy, not happiness. Do you see what I’m talking about? Aaaaccccckkkk!!!

It’s broken!! BROKEN!!! Waaaaah!!!! Waaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Many months ago Isabelle leaned on my laptop screen and pushed it all the way flat back. It is not meant to do that!! The screen went dark, I screamed and raised the screen and adjusted the brightness. I noticed the hinge area looked a little wonky but it opened and closed and it worked just fine. Just an occasional squeak. Well last night when I opened it there was a very loud creak. Isabelle was sleeping, it was dark, and I didn’t think much except wow that was loud, hope it won’t disturb Isabelle. Then this morning when I opened it I saw it right away! WAAAAHHHHH!!! And now the lid is a little crooked and won’t stay shut. Aaaahhhh!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! Do you think it’s fixable?

Last weekend Alan brought me to the quilt store to look for some piggy fabric. They didn’t have any. Oh woe! So as consolation we went to Joann’s and I bought some new fabric even though I have a lot of $1 fabric leftover still. Ahhh I can’t stop myself. It’s my new obsession! Instead of yarn it’s fabric. I have been knitting though, believe it or not. A row here, a row there on Miss Muffet.

But fabric…aaaahhhh fabric…my new joy. Here is some, just some of the new fabric I bought. One of these fabrics (I haven’t decided which one yet) will be this next dress for Isabelle. I have no idea how to make it though.

Here’s page 1 and page 2 of the directions. I don’t know how they made the scrunchy top part of the dress. Anyone have any ideas?

Oh and I called Apple. It may cost anywhere from $250 and up to fix my poor computer.

We had a quiet relaxing weekend with a trip to the park on Sunday. I love watching Isabelle play.

Isabelle doesn’t like the swing. She always has this frantic look on her face when we put her in and she wants OUT, OUT, OUT!

She did like this fake drive through window. It had fake buttons and she was happily pushing them.

Buckets! So fun! Some little girl threw them down and went playing with something else for a bit. And Isabelle picked them up. She had so much fun standing there shaking them. When the little girl came back I had to pry her little fingers off. She DID NOT want to let go.

Out within minutes once we got in the car.

Did you know that I am sort of a weird hermit? A recluse of sorts, and not a spiced cookie made with molasses, raisins, and nuts. (Sorry just had to throw that in there. It’s funny. I didn’t know a hermit was also a cookie). And Olinda would probably say yes on the nuts part. Yeah so did you know that? Does that come across when you read my blog?

I would be happy staying at home all the time. Well not all the time. I’m not a total freak. I go out on weekends with Alan. And Tuesdays have become grocery and video store days. (No more going out to movies for us since Isbelle.) But beyond that except for the occasional trip to buy something fun, like fabric or yarn, or to go to the post office I am quite content to be at home during the week. And plus I’m a vampire (ok not really. We are just night owls and sleep late and I don’t like being in the sun.)

In other blogs, people are out and about. And I feel well…weird for staying at home. Well not weird about staying home because actually I like it. But feeling weird about the fact that I like it. If I were normal and not a hermit would I would feel cagey and be itching to go out?

Well anyhoo…the reason for this post. I want to crawl into my little hermit shell and be happy and snuggly at home but Isabelle. Now that she is getting older I feel obligated to do outside stuff with her and other people. Not just the little two of us or three of us when Alan joins us. Meet other moms. GULP. It’s just too weird for me.

I’m not a mom group person. Well how would I know? I’ve never done that before. Maybe I am a mom group person! I guess I will have to try to find out. How do I find other moms in my area? The only other stay at home mom I know is Alan’s sister and well she doesn’t live very near and we’re not that close.

I guess I need to get out of my comfort zone and try something new, meet new people. Find some other stay at home moms. Yikes! How to go about that? Wow posting about what a hermit I am makes me feel like even more of a freak. The rare times that I bring Isabelle to the park up the street from us it is usually empty. And then the times we’ve gone to other parks where there are other moms there I smile at them but what do I say? Hey I have no friends. Want to be a weird hermit’s friend?

I still haven’t gone to get elastic thread but I wanted to sew something so this is what I tackled:

As I was getting close to finishing it I saw Isabelle near my laptop. But I just kept going. I didn’t even stop when she picked up my precious wacom pen. I was that determined to finish. When I finished the hem I looked over and saw this:

Do you see what she is sitting on? MY LAPTOP! My broken laptop. She climbed on top of the tiny little table to SIT ON IT, my poor battered computer. She is determined to destroy it.

Anyhoo back to the dress. Are you sick of seeing little dresses for Isabelle? Because I am not sick of making them! I used more $1 a yard fabric. The pattern is from this book again of course, dress S. It has little cap sleeves.

And did you notice the pockets? There are two of them. I wish I had chosen a different color for the pockets. You can barely see them after the work I put into making them.

I did the larger size again, 110. It’s very very big. It goes down to Isabelle’s ankles. I thought well the smock fit so well but of course the smock that is supposed to be shirt length is dress length on Isabelle so I shouldn’t have been so surprised that this looked so big on her. She is a giant but I guess her giantness is over exaggerated in my mind.

After Isabelle eats I tell her to wipe her face and her mouth. She will do this sometimes. But most of the time she wipes the table. She’s just following my example. She feels me wipe her face and hands but she sees me wipe the table. My little copycat.

Go read cute baby #6, still hates carrots.

This man: this wonderful father, husband, provider, my best friend, is turning thirty three today. Alan has the whole week off so I may be taking a blogging break. I leave you with pictures of Isabelle rolling in tanbark at the park yesterday.

Ok not really. She fell down so I laughed and took pictures. She wasn’t hurt otherwise of course there would be no pictures or laughing. But see she was fine so you get to share in the funniness. Enjoy the rest of your week everyone!