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Tobin's getting more mobile - he saw his keys lying several feet away, and managed to scoot and roll until he got them (an accomplishment of which he was inordinately pleased). He's also starting to push up with his hands, looking around from his new vantage point, to see what he's been missing.

We've been trying to make the most of the time while Adam's gone, alternating adventure days with jammy days. Brooklyn was delighted to sit in a real chair at a real table to eat a cookie one morning, while Tobin just wondered how all of the people working at the bakery knew his name.

I grew and ate an entire jar of sprouts over the course of the week. I'm on {slightly} better terms with veggies than Adam is, and he's not terribly interested in eating raw baby plants. Oh well - all the more for me!

Tobin stayed up late most evenings, but I still managed a couple of projects (one secret, pics later). I got a little jar of chalkboard paint at Target for the round table that sits on our balcony, and had so much fun with it that I also painted the shelves on my two bookcases (among other things).

There was some relaxing done, too. A couple of books read, a few inches of knitting accomplished, and Tobin and I watched a movie one night - he was happy to stand in for Adam, leaning back on a pillow, looking up at me whenever something especially exciting happened, and snacking on his toes (since I wouldn't share my popcorn).

Brooklyn will be two in just a few more days (!!!) - I've been attempting to teach her how to respond when asked how old she is, and periodically she'll say "On my birthday I'll be two!" I think she'll be more excited about it when we turn her carseat around to face forward (I know I'll be happy to be able to adjust my seat a little further away from the steering wheel!)

Being solo is fun for about a week - after that, I run out of ideas and I'm just waiting for Adam to get back. I've officially hit that point, so I'm really glad that my Mum is coming today. We're planning to spend this week in Fayetteville, to break it up a little - fresh scenery, fresh adventures, and fresh people!


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It's that time of year again... the 31 Days writing challenge starts today! Bloggers from all over will be writing every day of the month of October on the topic of their choosing. This will be my fourth year participating - the first year I did 7 for 31, and spent a month going through Jen Hatmaker's book 7. The second year I did 31 Days of Sustainable Dwelling, and wrote about local and fair trade living. Last year I was busy but still wanted to participate, so I went the easy route with 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful.

This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

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Hogwarts House Tie
Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
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Unfortunately, this also applies to my own knitting. For years, I was apparently unaffected by the shifts and turmoils in my own life, so I assumed that I was exempt from the rule - when the reality was, in fact, that I wasn't really experiencing any of those on anything deeper than a surface level because everything was deadened by depression. When I finally started to really…


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I've never chosen the word. It's always presented itself to me - and last year was no different. Pacific was very insistent, even though I tried to argue with it. Pacific? What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with that?
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