Hurrah for November 

I should be casting on my secret Christmas knitting but thought I’d put finger tips to keyboard instead. 

Friends, the Pingus have turned five. FIVE. They are so big, and awesome, and yet still so small (especially when they are flash mobbed by older kids when they are giving out Halloween candy). We rode the train of excitement right through birthdays and into Halloween, and now all is calm again. You know, until they start asking when it’s going to snow because my girls love snow. 

We’ve already had sledge anxiety setting in. One night Z couldn’t sleep because “Are we getting a sledge this year, mama” and “Too big to slide in boxes, mama”.  Then it moved on to where we should go sledging, and perhaps we could find a meet-up group for sledging. Bless them. I promised that as soon as sledges appeared in Target or Costco we’d buy one so we’d be ready. 

Halloween Footnotes

Zoey, at 5:40pm you were sitting on the floor in the living room having an existential crisis over the size of the handles on your tea set.

“Why are they so small?”

“Why they no fit me?”

“I just want you to make them big, mummy!”

“I’m tired.”

With out skipping a beat you then asked why had we not gone trick or treating.

“Why mummy why?”

Because kiddo, you are a tired ball of belligerence by dinner time. As an aside, on particularly bad nights you picks holes and questions the plot and motivations of the characters on the BBC Radio 4 drama The Archers (we listen to the podcasts over meals).

So as the day played out and you (and your sister) showed no interest in dressing up I decided not to press the issue. Both you and Nomi were more into handing out candy to the Halloween Children and look at their costumes. But on a chilly autumn afternoon our foot traffic was woefully low so thoughts turned to trick or treating.

The waiting for the Halloween Children to come a knockin’ was unbearable for all of us but I ended up downloading Room On The Broom animation feature which was fantastic. We watched it three times in a row before moving on to Charlie and Lola.

You both bounced back quickly from a lackluster Halloween by telling me about your plans for Christmas decorations (Nomi wants her own tree), and how next Halloween I’ll drive you to Philly for Halloween at the art museum. Costumes optional I assume.

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Costume sewing: part 2

Today the girls got on my sewing machine to make their tails because I really did not enjoy sewing their hats for them when it was something they could learn how to do.

I want to help them make their own costumes even if it takes ten times longer and looks odder in the process. And folks, we’ve got one quirky dragon and one quirky dinosaur.

They were ridiculously excited about sewing. First they cut out their tails (I marked out the shape), then they drew and cut out the spines.

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I explained the safety rules for sewing, and put my pedal on a box so they could reach it from my knee. I explained to both of them they could control the pedal and/or feed material through, and they both said ” Pedal only.”

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They controlled the pedal well. I initially had the sewing machine set to the slowest speed, and Zoey asked for me to make it go faster.

They pushed back on me like G-force was at kicking in. It was cool. So much cooler than me making them solo.

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Costume sewing: part 1

It’s Halloween on Friday and we are making costumes. Nomi wants to be a blue dragon and Zoey a red dinosaur. Yes, I know :/

I’m using up some cheap knit fabric to make the costumes and I’m trying to include the girls as much as possible. These are their costumes after all. I don’t want to hand them over as a fait accompli. This afternoon we started with the dinosaur/dragon hats. I cut the hats out and they cut out the teeth and spines, then assisted with the pining. After choosing their own colors of course. Silly me thinking teeth should be white!

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They’ll be able to reach the pedal on my sewing machine before they can go drive diggers and dump trucks!

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