Jaci Dawn

Today was my oldest grandson’s third birthday. And what a birthday it was! I wish I could share lots of photos but I discovered (too late) that I had a dying battery in my camera.

We drove over to celebrate with Zephan and his little brothers. Several friends came over, too. Zephan told me that pung-ung (soft ‘g’ sound) was there and I am so proud that I figured out he meant “Sponge Bob”. (This is funny: Javan actually says “Sponge Bob” but when Zephan says it, it comes out in toddler-ese.)

I love toddler-ese: hekilopper (helicopter), lalamowah (lawn mower or water melon, depends on the context of the sentence), gammapa (grandma & poppa run together).

The summary of Zephan’s birthday is this:

Unadulterated joy.

It was a baby-fest: three babies under 1, two under 2, and Zephan’s friend, Titus, plus the Z-Man himself.

We left around 4. The clouds were low, the wind was up, and the air had the feel of possible tornadoes. We watched several dust-devils and down-drafts come at us: the branches of tall firs swirled downward and leaves on the grass swirled upward, then the steering wheel bucked in my hands. One such down-draft hit us pretty hard and must have scared the driver in the small car next to us: he slowed to 55MPH. Speed limit is 65 & I didn’t slow, but I paid a lot more attention to that steering wheel the rest of the way home. It was a beautiful sky (I love storms) and I wished we could have filmed the down-drafts. You just have to take my word for it.

No tornadoes, though. Just rain, and that came after we got home and had dinner.

The mail was here when we got home and there were two special items in the mail-box for me. (I can hear Zephan: “for ME!!” as he ripped into his presents…)

For ME!!

A Shibori Stitched-Resist Heart from my friend, Karyn. I didn’t photograph the other side, but the whole thing was stitched together as a cloth postcard. My husband was very impressed.

There was also a little white box in the mail. I told Don it was “my stove”.

Terry sent me the stove. He can’t remember how he came to own it, but it reminded him of the Dead Fly Pub. Guess now I have to make a faerie house to put the stove it… 🙂 I’m loving the challenge! And yes, it is cast iron (for the most part). 3.5×3.5″

I think I’ve already decided on some of the fabric to use on the next faerie house:

No, not the Man-in-the-Moon, but the fabric I planted him against. Really cool material.

The Man-in-the-Moon is a little project I did tonight. You can read about him here.