First off, thank you to all who consoled me about the loss of my diamond. As much as I would love to have found it out there in that enormous field where I am betting a gopher will be the most likely finder of it, it is just a thing and things can be replaced. The story behind it was what made it so special as you know. At least I still have the story. Now what do you think I should do with the setting? I ought to have it melted down and turned into something but what? I could have my wedding band melted down with it too… Have no clue what to do there… I’m open to good ideas!
We are going to just replace the ring altogether with something that is white gold or platinum because I never wear yellow gold except for my wedding ring anyway and I’ve always sort of wished that we had gone for white gold way back when.
Secondly, Carolyn West of Carolyn’s Kitchen would like me to extend a special thanks to all of you for the wonderful feedback on her aprons. Carolyn would love to stay in touch with her customers…she has just added a newsletter sign up at her site. Please add yourself to the mailing list if you would like to keep up with her latest designs!
Thirdly, and this is plain out of left field because it has nothing to do with anything (but my blog is sort of like Seinfeld by the fact that normally it’s pretty much a blog about nothing.) My youngest son is 20 months old and is sleeping in the bottom bunk. His 3 1/2 year old brother sleeps in the top bunk. It’s really great having the kids in pairs like this because I have a built in policeman and monitoring system. The older child is required to let us know if the younger and more mischievious brother is doing something naughty. This system came in handy when the older two were the same age. My second son was famous for climbing bookshelves (short ones!) after being tucked into bed. His big brother saved him more than once by sounding the alarm!
Last night the “baby” was beginning to climb out of his bed as he is wont to do and I heard a bit of hanky panky going on in there. So I asked aloud, “Is your little brother in bed?” I hear him lean over the edge to check.
The answer came back, “Umm… his head his…. but his feet isn’t.” At which point Jr. Escape Artist knew he had been caught and immediately scurried back up all the way into his bed. Head, feet and all. I just loved the answer my three year old gave!