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I have made matching clothing for Violet, me, and her dolly. I stayed up late last night sewing on fringe and rhinestones masquerading as buttons. Then I propped the doll up on the couch to admire the effect.

it like a voodoo doll, said Phil. a small Violet! think it has a Wednesday Addams vibe. The moment Violet woke up and saw it, she insisted on putting on her matching dress.

are twins, mama, she told me. are the same. She looked at the dress consideringly for a while. make her dresses like all the ones I have. You welcome, Violet!

what is the deal with you being all over me this week? Are you uptight from going to school? Everywhere I go, there you are. You keep stepping on my feet. When I am eating, you want to sit in my lap. You want to carry everything with me; if I am carrying a bag you want to hold one handle to me. Today you wanted to hold my hand while I was using the toilet.

I know this is the kind of thing that sounds sweet, but I feel like I swimming through heavy water all the time, trying to get through the solid wall of Violet that has been erected around my body. I love you so much, baby. I try to be patient.

made another doll dress. This one fits her Groovy Girl doll. It so funny to use up all my sewing scraps. What happens is I make something for myself, and then I usually have enough left over for a dress "Anadrol 50" for Vi because you only need a yard of fabric for her, and then I look at the scraps from that and usually have enough to make a dress for Vi baby doll, and then there are even scraps from that that can be turned into tiny clothing for Barbies or (ugh) Bratz or Groovy Girls. I still have enough to make a dress for V Polly Pockets. Don think I won do it.

Every time I make another dress for Violet or for her dolls, I start thinking to myself that I should make a business out of this. I get compliments every day on the stuff I make for Violet. When I was little and my Nanny and Aunt Pattie and mom made a lot of my clothes, that was considered by my peers to be kind of embarrassing and clunky. Old fashioned, not in a good way. But with everyone wearing off the rack stuff these days, people notice clothing that looks handmade. And I like to put in lots of details for her little restless hands to play with: fringe, special buttons, ribbon trim. Little kids in particular like Violet dresses.

But when I do the math on it, selling what I make makes no sense. I would have to sell a dress for $100 or more to realize even a slim profit, once you calculate the costs of materials and my time. That exactly how we all got these closets full of clothes, they are cheaper these days because they not handmade. Handmade stuff is always expensive, because it just plain takes time. Groovy Girls outfits are, I think, $12 at the toy store. If I sold my Groovy Girls dress I just made for $12, I would be "Oxandrolone Powder India" making about $4 an hour. Sigh. Freelance writing is more profitable.

Too bad because sewing is fun! I never feel more peaceful than when Violet is happily engaged in some play or other, and I on the sofa finishing something up by hand. There always hand work to be done at the end of machine sewing; tacking down seams, putting on fasteners. It so slow and methodical, it can be rushed, every step has to be navigated. And then at the end I hold it up and shake it out and cry to Violet and she comes rushing over. She always wants to put on what I made immediately, or put it on her doll and then put on the matching dress. So gratifying. Oh, how I am loving it. It gets us going first thing in the morning, instead of laying and lollygagging around the house, begging for cookies, or dried apricots, or one more episode of Spongebob. Three hour sessions are perfect! It is the perfect amount of time to be away from Violet. The school is a five minute drive away from my house, so I generally have enough time to do an errand and all or part of my regular writing/editing. So now when Violet is taking her afternoon nap (long may it reign), I have actually had some free time. (!) I have not had to work from the second she falls asleep to the moment she screams What a wonderful, wonderful thing this free time is! You could use it to sew, for instance. Or make a coconut cream pie. Or watch a disgusting, violent horror movie that you couldn watch at night because your husband would disapprove of your taste.

And Violet has been so happy! Every day when she sees me at the gate she comes rushing forward with something in her hands: a bouquet of flowers for me, a love note she wrote me, today art project. She Bestellen Cialis is covered in paint and clay and dirt, beaming from ear to ear.

The funny thing is that that I can get her to tell me what happened in school that day. On Thursday she came out looking like a white powder bomb had exploded on her.

Did you bake bread? I asked her.

mama. you play with flour? watered the flowers. honey, what this white stuff? she looked at herself consideringly. don know! wasn until the next day when I glimpsed a giant container of cornstarch in the art closet that I got a clue what she been doing. Is there a way to ask kids about school so that they tell you?

deep in why this week. Mostly it is cute to have her asking questions, and I get to play Lecture Mom. see, Violet, the reason the grass is green is because of chlorophyll It makes me feel smart!

But weirdly, we seem to be moving away from the purely informational why questions and into other patterns. She likes to repeat the same question over and over again seeking a reprieve from the rules. Over and over and OVER! She never gets tired!

why don we have pretzels for breakfast? not healthy. You need fruit, and protein. why are they not healthy? don have vitamins and minerals and fiber in them. Mama, why are they not to eat for breakfast? already told you that. are they not healthy? she think that on the 600th time of asking, I will change my mind?

The other why that drives me crazy is when I can tell that she just wants my complete utter burning attention, eyes focused right on hers, and she peppers me with questions: why did that guy stand up? what on his head? why don fish like cats? why is pink called pink and red called red? She doesn even let me get through with one answer before she demands another. It makes my brain and lips so tired. Violet, I cannot stare at you for 12 hours a day, I really can just gotta get Violet started doing capsule movie reviews. She does the best descriptions. She is a little sick today so I rented her a couple of movies, and Jungle Book was reduced to movie about the bear and the kid who just wears underwear, and Shrek was green guy who burps. That as apt a description as you could want, right?

think Vi is learning stuff from the older kids at school, because she has started talking back to me quite sassily, and insulting me. It makes me positively nuts to hear that I not a good mommy and I never ever play with her, and I mess everything up, and she hates me, because when I hear this I am often in the midst of a task I doing specially for her, like making lunch. What do I say back? Ignore? Say I love you! Say know you don really mean that, you are just mad because I can play with you right now What is the proper response? I generally try to ignore it, and then as soon as I can give her some special attention, realizing that all of that crankiness is just wanting attention. Is there a better way? Maybe I should tell her that, that I can tell she wants attention, and I will give it to her as soon as I done with the dishes?

My oldest daughter is ten. My three year old copies her smark aleck comments to a tee. I have been getting it in stereo this summer. I have tried not to laugh at the shock and calmly tell het that the way she is talking hurts my feelings. She seems genuinely surprised and hugs me right away. As far as school goes, we try questions along the lines of me the silliest thing that happened today. The most fun, the most exciting, the most intersting etc. It is hard for your child to have chunks of day that you know nothing about and might not ever know about completely. It all part of growing up.

My oldest just finished kindergarten and rarely had anything informative to share with me. Her teacher sent home a preview of the upcoming week each Friday and I could ask specific questions, like, me about the volcano you made. Is it clay? and I would STILL get, don know. What for lunch? Sorry for trying to be involved with your life, little love! Does this ever change? Or is this it they either need every square inch of you or want nothing to do with you, but nothing in between. Parenting is so confusing sometimes. And I have! It like a classy eBay just Cure Dianabol 4 Semaines for handmade items. Take a look. I been looking for little aprons (I CERTAIN you could do those) and those tights that are like leg warmers without tops or bottoms. I bet you could make those out of clearance socks. I so buy some of those, especially with your groovy take on it and not just the standard pink and purple that out there. The pillowcase dresses are big sellers I think, too. Worth a shot. Try one of the ones you already made and see! :^)

I have a daughter about the same age as Vi, and we getting a case of the whys now too! lol It "Buy Cheap Jintropin Online" only gotten worse since I pregnant again! is your tummy getting big? does the baby have to live in there? And my personal favorite, the baby have to pay rent? lmao

Now, I not entirely Deca Durabolin C''Est Quoi sure where she got the concept of rent "buy cheap jintropin online" from, but hearing the concept in that fashion was just HILARIOUS!!

Does Vi spread the why love around and bombard Phil with 3,000 questions? My Hannah has a fondness for saving all the questions for me so it seems. Although, she does like to have very involved conversations with our cat! hehe

Hannah started this talking back thing as well, and it drives me nuts too. My mother just tells me this is a preview of the teenage years. In that case, I let her live with Mom. hehe Really though, I just get down on her level and tell her that it hurts my feelins when she says things like that, and that in this house, we don say things that hurt each other feelings. If she keeps saying hurtful things, then she going to have to go to the naughty spot.

She really seems to get it that way. I find that, even though she understands the words, it makes more of an impact on her if I get down on her level and look her in the eye when I saying this to her. Then I tell her I love her, and go back to doing what I was before. If she says it again, I get down on her level (again) and tell her those are hurtful words and we dont say them in this house and that she needs to go to the naughty spot for three minutes to think about that.