Oh, how I miss old sick days where I would lay on the coach and indulge myself with bad lifetime movies, delicious soup, and complete "to-do shutdown". In other words, every thing besides my recovery went on hold.
And then there was Amelia. I came down with a heck of a bug this weekend. Joe offered to stay home from work, but I assured him that the two of us could handle it. We would make do.
For Amelia, that meant eating her meals next to me on the couch, rather than her highchair. It meant playing inside all day long (for two days straight), staying in her pjs, and entirely too much tv in the background.
For me, it meant reading the same books (to Amelia) over and over again, and finding the strength to still make her meals, give her milk, and attend to her needs. And catching a good old movie on tv (or parts of it, at least). Oh, and napping!
Amelia was surprisingly easy during these two days. She didn't complain, except when I no longer had the energy to read her "Say Good Night" for the 43rd time. She stayed close to me, and was content to play with her toys nearby. She didn't even make a run for the stairs, or try to grab Phoebe the Cat's food. I wondered if she sensed my sickness.
Today, still feeling rather under the weather, I napped in the morning with Amelia, and then summoned the energy to take us food shopping. Amelia was hysterical. Literally. She was in deep giggles in the grocery cart, happy as a clam to be out of the house.
And then we returned home. I decided it was time to attend to some baking for our Halloween party on Friday, finish some laundry, and send some e-mails.
Soon enough, Amelia was at my feet, climbing up my pants, pleading to be held. She wanted me. All of me.
I think that Amelia liked our sick days. A little time-out together with not much to do except be together. I liked it, too.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
The Veronica's Tradition
The "Veronica's" have a tradition. And it's good. Let me first introduce the Veronica's. We are a group of coaches, all women, who went through the last part of coaching certification together. We would meet weekly via phone from all over the US (and Canada) and coach each other, with insight and feedback from our leader. We did this for months... 9 maybe? I can't remember. And we forged friendships, even though I have only met one Veronica in person. These women are classy. Strong, courageous, funny, loving, kind. They are life coaches. What else can I say??
As the group was disbanding, and we all successfully passed our certification exams, a most exuberant Veronica suggested that we begin a tradition called "Grateful Heart Friday". Every Friday, we take a few minutes and write down what we feel grateful for in our lives. And so we began...
We have had struggles amongst us. Big struggles like deaths in the family, illnesses, miscarriage, empty nest; And big joys, like marriages, births, love, and new beginnings. And, still, Friday arrives, and the GHF lists begin to trickle in. Sometimes they continue to come on Saturday, or Sunday, or even Monday. And sometimes they arrive early on Thursday. And sometimes we don't hear from someone for a few weeks. No matter. Eventually, they show up again and we catch a glimpse of the beauty of their life in that moment. Or, sometimes, its often the beauty of their perspective. They find the stars in the dark of night.
Even more than writing my own list, I savor reading the lists of my beloved Veronicas. They awe me. Sometimes they are so deep and moving. And sometimes they are basic and grounding. Some seem effortless. And some effort-full. After all, gratitude is a practice. Like anything else, sometimes it flows abundantly, and sometimes we need to 'pull it out of our back pocket' (as my college lacrosse coach used to say.)
So, while its only Monday, I will begin my practice...I am grateful for this blog. It matters to me to write. It matters more to write than to be read. It, too, is a practice. But, mostly, I am grateful for my friends out there who are, even if for a moment, with me on this journey.
As the group was disbanding, and we all successfully passed our certification exams, a most exuberant Veronica suggested that we begin a tradition called "Grateful Heart Friday". Every Friday, we take a few minutes and write down what we feel grateful for in our lives. And so we began...
We have had struggles amongst us. Big struggles like deaths in the family, illnesses, miscarriage, empty nest; And big joys, like marriages, births, love, and new beginnings. And, still, Friday arrives, and the GHF lists begin to trickle in. Sometimes they continue to come on Saturday, or Sunday, or even Monday. And sometimes they arrive early on Thursday. And sometimes we don't hear from someone for a few weeks. No matter. Eventually, they show up again and we catch a glimpse of the beauty of their life in that moment. Or, sometimes, its often the beauty of their perspective. They find the stars in the dark of night.
Even more than writing my own list, I savor reading the lists of my beloved Veronicas. They awe me. Sometimes they are so deep and moving. And sometimes they are basic and grounding. Some seem effortless. And some effort-full. After all, gratitude is a practice. Like anything else, sometimes it flows abundantly, and sometimes we need to 'pull it out of our back pocket' (as my college lacrosse coach used to say.)
So, while its only Monday, I will begin my practice...I am grateful for this blog. It matters to me to write. It matters more to write than to be read. It, too, is a practice. But, mostly, I am grateful for my friends out there who are, even if for a moment, with me on this journey.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Marriage.
Last night, I lay awake thinking about marriage. About my marriage. About being together for 11 years (married for 3), and about all of the ups and downs, sideways steps, mysteries, and not-such-mysteries, that come along with it. Joe and I like to play a game where we guess what the other one would choose or prefer. As in, "Let me guess. You came home from work, ordered a pizza, jumped on the couch, and put on "House"." As Joe giggles, "Yes! You know me so well!" Ok, so that one is easy. When Joe has a rare night alone, pizza, or mac-n-cheese, are most often his indulgences.
But we take it to an entirely new level, guessing what the other was thinking, and such. We both love when the other has guessed our quirky ways correctly. We are seen. And known. And loved. Last night, though, I decided that marriage was, among other things, an exchange. Not as in "I'll trade you". That feels stingy. Rather, imagine that there are two overflowing cups, and one big bucket they sit within. As the cups spill over, as they do, the bucket is filled up with a mixture of the two. This bucket is now poured back into the cups, filling them up again. You have a little bit of mine. And I now have a little bit of yours. And on and on, it goes.
Marriage begins with an exchange of vows. I take you. You take me.
Of course, within that, is an exchange of promises. This is who I will be to you. You can count on me for that.
And there is the exchange of dreams. "I want 4 kids." "Me, too." That one was easy. "I want to spend a year living by the ocean with bare feet." "Really? I want to stay here with my job." Harder.
And there is the exchange of expectations. Ah. Let's admit it. We all have them. And here's where it gets sticky. We may forget to make them into requests, and to make them clear. Instead, our partners hear, even if we don't say it, "if you loved me, you'd..." or "any good husband would have..." And that hurts.
And good marriages have more exchanges of gratitudes than they do complaints (heard about that 5:1 ratio??). And more exchanges of loving glances and smiles than eye rolls or sighs.
And, so, in my musings last night, I thought about the energetic exchange. The moment of Joe walking in the door after a stressful day of back-to-back meetings and endless e-mails, and me after a tiring day of baby-chasing and squeezing work and errands into the mix. What happens at that exchange sets the tone for the evening, our evening. Are we exchanging stress and chaos? Or love and humor? It matters. That tiny little moment matters. My cup needs humor more than stress. His needs love more than chaos.
And then I had one fleeting thought before my weary eyes shut. Truly good marriages are constant exchanges of kindnesses. Here, have this, my beloved. You had a stressful day. I had a tiring one. Here, sit with me. Or, as Joe might say, "let's rub feet!" (each other's, that is, not some random feet that we both sit there and rub together, in case you were wondering.)
Oh, and I did have one more thought. They are also exchanges of surprises. So that our partners don't ever get too good at that guessing game.
After all, life must never become dull.
Me thinks.
But we take it to an entirely new level, guessing what the other was thinking, and such. We both love when the other has guessed our quirky ways correctly. We are seen. And known. And loved. Last night, though, I decided that marriage was, among other things, an exchange. Not as in "I'll trade you". That feels stingy. Rather, imagine that there are two overflowing cups, and one big bucket they sit within. As the cups spill over, as they do, the bucket is filled up with a mixture of the two. This bucket is now poured back into the cups, filling them up again. You have a little bit of mine. And I now have a little bit of yours. And on and on, it goes.
Marriage begins with an exchange of vows. I take you. You take me.
Of course, within that, is an exchange of promises. This is who I will be to you. You can count on me for that.
And there is the exchange of dreams. "I want 4 kids." "Me, too." That one was easy. "I want to spend a year living by the ocean with bare feet." "Really? I want to stay here with my job." Harder.
And there is the exchange of expectations. Ah. Let's admit it. We all have them. And here's where it gets sticky. We may forget to make them into requests, and to make them clear. Instead, our partners hear, even if we don't say it, "if you loved me, you'd..." or "any good husband would have..." And that hurts.
And good marriages have more exchanges of gratitudes than they do complaints (heard about that 5:1 ratio??). And more exchanges of loving glances and smiles than eye rolls or sighs.
And, so, in my musings last night, I thought about the energetic exchange. The moment of Joe walking in the door after a stressful day of back-to-back meetings and endless e-mails, and me after a tiring day of baby-chasing and squeezing work and errands into the mix. What happens at that exchange sets the tone for the evening, our evening. Are we exchanging stress and chaos? Or love and humor? It matters. That tiny little moment matters. My cup needs humor more than stress. His needs love more than chaos.
And then I had one fleeting thought before my weary eyes shut. Truly good marriages are constant exchanges of kindnesses. Here, have this, my beloved. You had a stressful day. I had a tiring one. Here, sit with me. Or, as Joe might say, "let's rub feet!" (each other's, that is, not some random feet that we both sit there and rub together, in case you were wondering.)
Oh, and I did have one more thought. They are also exchanges of surprises. So that our partners don't ever get too good at that guessing game.
After all, life must never become dull.
Me thinks.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
One of Those Days
It's one of the days where...
I forget my non-slip yoga towel for yoga... and slip, slide, slip.
I go to the bank for a money order and the cashier gives me the wrong amount.
I finally get my passport renewal documents together, go to the post office, and realize I need to Fed-Ex it.
I see an old classmate on my way home after hot yoga (I am sweaty, red-faced and exhausted) and I (likely quite obviously) take a detour to avoid bumping into her.
My cell phone elludes me.
I finally took the full plunge with cloth diapers (ordered a bunch yesterday) and let's just say that my commitment to cleaning them is being tested!
I recognize that it is mid-October, and there is much to attend to.
Energetically, I feel off.
And so, I am grateful that...
My daughter decided to sleep for 12 1/2 hours, uninterrupted, last night, and to nap for 3 hours today!
My schedule is now free for the rest of the day.
There is no need to rush.
Amelia will keep me company on my errands.
I have absolutely, wonderfully, nothing planned for this evening. Except be with Joe.
I forget my non-slip yoga towel for yoga... and slip, slide, slip.
I go to the bank for a money order and the cashier gives me the wrong amount.
I finally get my passport renewal documents together, go to the post office, and realize I need to Fed-Ex it.
I see an old classmate on my way home after hot yoga (I am sweaty, red-faced and exhausted) and I (likely quite obviously) take a detour to avoid bumping into her.
My cell phone elludes me.
I finally took the full plunge with cloth diapers (ordered a bunch yesterday) and let's just say that my commitment to cleaning them is being tested!
I recognize that it is mid-October, and there is much to attend to.
Energetically, I feel off.
And so, I am grateful that...
My daughter decided to sleep for 12 1/2 hours, uninterrupted, last night, and to nap for 3 hours today!
My schedule is now free for the rest of the day.
There is no need to rush.
Amelia will keep me company on my errands.
I have absolutely, wonderfully, nothing planned for this evening. Except be with Joe.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Spicy yellow soybean, lentil & carrot curry soup
This is currently, and for three years running, my favorite fall and winter recipe. This is a yin/yang recipe of flavors: hot & spicy (pepper, curry, garlic) with cool & soothing (yogurt & cilantro). And it is delightfully wholesome and hearty. I have already made it twice this week alone, and eat it daily for lunch. Yum. I returned from my Sunday morning prana yoga class, and decided that this recipe was the perfect ending to my practice. It is balancing and fulfilling. Now, off to run some errands. Enjoy!
Oh, and be generous with the red pepper and cilantro. And do not skip the the yogurt!
1 tbsp. olive oil
2 1/2 cups finely chopped onion
1 tbsp. red curry paste
4 cups vegetable broth
2 cups finely chopped carrot (I like mine chunky!)
2 tbsp. minced fresh ginger
1/8 tsp. red pepper flakes or ground red pepper
3 garlic cloves, minced
1 cup dried red lentils
1 15oz. can yellow soybeans, drained
1/3 cup minced fresh cilantro (I add atleast half of a cup!)
Salt & pepper to taste
6 tbsp. plain yogurt
Heat oil in large saucepan over med-high heat. Add onion. Saute a few minutes until tender. Stir in curry paste and cook 1 min. Add 1/2 cup broth, carrot, ginger, red pepper and garlic; Cook until carrot is tender (~ 6 minutes), stirring occasionally. Add remaining broth, lentils, soybeans and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer 10 mins. or until lentils are tender. Stir in cilantro, salt & pepper. Divide among 6 bowls and dollop with yogurt. ("Dollop" is such a great word...) Garnish with cilantro and serve!
Oh, and be generous with the red pepper and cilantro. And do not skip the the yogurt!
1 tbsp. olive oil
2 1/2 cups finely chopped onion
1 tbsp. red curry paste
4 cups vegetable broth
2 cups finely chopped carrot (I like mine chunky!)
2 tbsp. minced fresh ginger
1/8 tsp. red pepper flakes or ground red pepper
3 garlic cloves, minced
1 cup dried red lentils
1 15oz. can yellow soybeans, drained
1/3 cup minced fresh cilantro (I add atleast half of a cup!)
Salt & pepper to taste
6 tbsp. plain yogurt
Heat oil in large saucepan over med-high heat. Add onion. Saute a few minutes until tender. Stir in curry paste and cook 1 min. Add 1/2 cup broth, carrot, ginger, red pepper and garlic; Cook until carrot is tender (~ 6 minutes), stirring occasionally. Add remaining broth, lentils, soybeans and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer 10 mins. or until lentils are tender. Stir in cilantro, salt & pepper. Divide among 6 bowls and dollop with yogurt. ("Dollop" is such a great word...) Garnish with cilantro and serve!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Little Person
When did she start to understand "not in your mouth"? To know where the stars were? To remember which name goes with which stuffy (animal friend) in her crib?? To respond to "can I have a cuddle?" with a sweet gesture of laying her head on my shoulder???There are these moments in motherhood where it seems our children grow by leaps and bounds overnight. Its as if the transition becomes somehow obscured, but the arrival is palpable. Yesterday was one of the days. Amelia began to repeat my sign language, after I had nearly given up. She took steps on her own. She retrieved items that I asked her to find. She showed me what she wanted with that little finger. She shook her head, 'yes'.
She is so very tiny. And yet there is such a big spirit and person in there. And she is taking it all in right now. It astounds me. I wonder, what does she notice? What is she thinking??
Tonight, our cat, Phoebe, got a claw caught in the window screen. I was on my way upstairs to put Amelia to bed when I noticed. I went over to help, but Phoebe the Cat hissed. This is not like Phoebe. She was clearly upset. I stepped back, and drew in my breath. Amelia, I noticed, had a confused and serious look on her face. Finally, Phoebe freed herself, but not before a couple of growls and hisses at the window screen. As soon as she was free, Amelia let out a giddy noise. And she smiled. Did my child understand what was happening?? Is the world beginning to make sense on a whole new level?
I am enraptured with her right now. I stare into those eyes, and talk, talk, talk. We walk, and I point out things like chandeliers, kettles, banisters. What she doesn't get, doesn't matter. She likes the game. And she has upped the ante.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Please Help Another Mama
I received an e-mail today that I must share here. There is a couple (and many other families) that need our help. In 2006, I travelled to China with several families to, finally, meet and adopt their daughters. The experience was like being in the delivery room of many families at the same time. Beautiful.
One of these couples, both of whom are quite funny, sensitive, and truly good-natured, applied in the spring of 07 for the adoption of their second daughter. Now, their adoption is in jeapardy due to some legislative changes. Can you imagine?? Waiting over a year and a half and then having the "rules" change and the fear and heartache that you might not be able to continue with this adoption??
My friend sent me an e-mail with the following request, and I want to share it with you, too. There is more information on the website, as well.
"Please, please, please click on the link http://www.jcics.org/5WaysToHelp.htm and
1) sign the petition,
2) > e-mail JCICS (Joint Council on International Childrens' Services)> and,
3) most importantly, on October 14,15,16 - email your > Senators AND Representatives."
I am not knowledgable about what is happening. I only know that my heart breaks imagining what they are feeling right now. And they are such lovely parents. And their daughter awaits them. So, I hope that your heartstrings, too, are tugged.
Lastly, I was writing an e-mail to another friend who has a 5 month old. She is in the "valley" of new motherhood. She asked for some words of wisdom and/or support. I shared my thoughts, and ended with this sentiment.
"How do we handle all of this? We support each other." We need each other. No matter what our faith, our parenting philosophies, the origin of our children, etc., we are all in this together. And, I believe in the cosmic exchange of energy, or whatever you want to call it.
So, please help this dear couple.
One of these couples, both of whom are quite funny, sensitive, and truly good-natured, applied in the spring of 07 for the adoption of their second daughter. Now, their adoption is in jeapardy due to some legislative changes. Can you imagine?? Waiting over a year and a half and then having the "rules" change and the fear and heartache that you might not be able to continue with this adoption??
My friend sent me an e-mail with the following request, and I want to share it with you, too. There is more information on the website, as well.
"Please, please, please click on the link http://www.jcics.org/5WaysToHelp.htm and
1) sign the petition,
2) > e-mail JCICS (Joint Council on International Childrens' Services)> and,
3) most importantly, on October 14,15,16 - email your > Senators AND Representatives."
I am not knowledgable about what is happening. I only know that my heart breaks imagining what they are feeling right now. And they are such lovely parents. And their daughter awaits them. So, I hope that your heartstrings, too, are tugged.
Lastly, I was writing an e-mail to another friend who has a 5 month old. She is in the "valley" of new motherhood. She asked for some words of wisdom and/or support. I shared my thoughts, and ended with this sentiment.
"How do we handle all of this? We support each other." We need each other. No matter what our faith, our parenting philosophies, the origin of our children, etc., we are all in this together. And, I believe in the cosmic exchange of energy, or whatever you want to call it.
So, please help this dear couple.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
My Bounty
Its 3:35pm on a cool Sunday.
Amelia is still in her pjs.
We have been on two walks.
I bought two awesome 'vintage' clutches at Boutique Fabulous.
There is delicious split pea soup in the slow-cooker. Almost done.
Salmon and brussel sprouts are cooking in the oven. Yum.
Cloves are boiling on the stove for aroma.
Home-made applesauce and pumpkin whole-wheat muffins are in the fridge from yesterday.
Joe is in Philadelphia doing what he loves - watching the Eagles game with his best men. He is happy.
He called to say how much he misses and adores his little family. That would be us.
My dear friend, Katie, from college is coming tomorrow with her two super-cute children.
Emmy, my childhood through now friend, is coming also tomorrow with the brilliant Angelo.
And, look at the delicious bowl of fresh veggies and fruits that is on my counter just waiting to be devoured:
My life in one word: Bountiful.
Amelia is still in her pjs.
We have been on two walks.
I bought two awesome 'vintage' clutches at Boutique Fabulous.
There is delicious split pea soup in the slow-cooker. Almost done.
Salmon and brussel sprouts are cooking in the oven. Yum.
Cloves are boiling on the stove for aroma.
Home-made applesauce and pumpkin whole-wheat muffins are in the fridge from yesterday.
Joe is in Philadelphia doing what he loves - watching the Eagles game with his best men. He is happy.
He called to say how much he misses and adores his little family. That would be us.
My dear friend, Katie, from college is coming tomorrow with her two super-cute children.
Emmy, my childhood through now friend, is coming also tomorrow with the brilliant Angelo.
And, look at the delicious bowl of fresh veggies and fruits that is on my counter just waiting to be devoured:
My life in one word: Bountiful.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Ten Reasons
She wakes up like this... most of the time. 
She scrunches her nose and squints her eyes when she is really happy.
She tried to kiss the goat at the petting zoo today. Mouth to mouth.
She makes these whimpering noises that sound like a wounded animal when she sees I am about to comfort her.
She eats everything.
She is perplexed and curious on escalators.
She smiles at strangers, and loves attention.
She has deep, deep blue eyes.
She keeps hats on, but takes socks off. And pants.
She sits on her pink potty before her baths, even though she has no idea why.
Ten reasons why I love my sweet daughter.
She scrunches her nose and squints her eyes when she is really happy.She tried to kiss the goat at the petting zoo today. Mouth to mouth.
She makes these whimpering noises that sound like a wounded animal when she sees I am about to comfort her.
She eats everything.
She is perplexed and curious on escalators.
She smiles at strangers, and loves attention.
She has deep, deep blue eyes.
She keeps hats on, but takes socks off. And pants.
She sits on her pink potty before her baths, even though she has no idea why.
Ten reasons why I love my sweet daughter.
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Dance
Amelia is sick. She went to bed with a runny nose, and its been down hill (or down pour) ever since. She had just started sleeping through the night, again. This past Tuesday. And, now, she is not napping or sleeping well. She wants to be held. Or maybe I just want to hold her, and comfort her. And she abliges me. Willingly.
And so we will begin, anew, our efforts to help her sleep through the night. Once she feels better. Or I do.
And so it goes. Two steps forward, one step back, forward again.
It doesn't matter. Today, I am enjoying the moments of holding, rocking, cuddling with her. Tomorrow, or Sunday, I will focus again on what she needs longer-term with regards to sleep. Or I need.
What matters is my tiny-bodied 10-month old who has watery eyes, a stuffy-nose, congestion, and still wants me to show her everything.
"Do you want some water, Amelia?"
"DAT!"
"Do you want a snack?"
"DAT!"
"Do you want to go outside?"
"DAAAAAAATTTTT!!!"
She doesn't know she is supposed to rest, to sleep, to get better. She wants to play. Sick or well, rested or tired, the beat goes on...
And so does the dance of motherhood.
And so we will begin, anew, our efforts to help her sleep through the night. Once she feels better. Or I do.
And so it goes. Two steps forward, one step back, forward again.
It doesn't matter. Today, I am enjoying the moments of holding, rocking, cuddling with her. Tomorrow, or Sunday, I will focus again on what she needs longer-term with regards to sleep. Or I need.
What matters is my tiny-bodied 10-month old who has watery eyes, a stuffy-nose, congestion, and still wants me to show her everything.
"Do you want some water, Amelia?"
"DAT!"
"Do you want a snack?"
"DAT!"
"Do you want to go outside?"
"DAAAAAAATTTTT!!!"
She doesn't know she is supposed to rest, to sleep, to get better. She wants to play. Sick or well, rested or tired, the beat goes on...
And so does the dance of motherhood.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
It's Official!
No, I'm not pregnant again. We, Joe and I, are heading to Amsterdam on November 5th, on our 3rd wedding anniversary (yet 11th anniversary as a couple!), for a romantic get-away...
We are travelling sans Amelia. Gulp. She will be in the good care of Grandma Lynn and Nani Ga. Besides us, who could love her more than her Grandmas?
I am SO excited!!! 4 Days with my husband all to myself! 4 Days exploring a new country! Seeing Anne Frank's house! Delicious foreign restaurants!
Oh, to hold hands with Joe as we meander alongside the river, talking as we do about our daughter's delightful ways, and wondering what lies ahead for us as a family... dreaming.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Local & Handmade Goodies
Have you visited http://www.etsy.com/ yet? This site is truly delightful! It is filled with hand-crafted and/or vintage goodies. I nearly drool as I page through some of the beautifully unique crafts on this site. I have recently made a few purchases, too. I bought a birthday cupcake half-apron, a vintage "happy birthday" sign, and a beautiful little birdy on a swing for Amelia.
Here it is:
How sweet is that?? So, I've made a vow: I will only shop local or handmade for gifts I purchase this fall, and holiday season. I may even attempt to make my own gifts. I do make jewelry, the organic gem-stone, nothing fancy, variety. I've been thinking lately of taking a sewing class. Mind you, I was so horrendous at sewing in 7th grade home-economics that I nearly failed. It was the whole precision thing again. Perhaps that's why I married an engineer. He picks up where I leave off. Literally. Anyways, it can't be that hard, right? Sewing, that is. Hmmm....
Here it is:
How sweet is that?? So, I've made a vow: I will only shop local or handmade for gifts I purchase this fall, and holiday season. I may even attempt to make my own gifts. I do make jewelry, the organic gem-stone, nothing fancy, variety. I've been thinking lately of taking a sewing class. Mind you, I was so horrendous at sewing in 7th grade home-economics that I nearly failed. It was the whole precision thing again. Perhaps that's why I married an engineer. He picks up where I leave off. Literally. Anyways, it can't be that hard, right? Sewing, that is. Hmmm....
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