Tinkerbell notebook

Some one requested that I post pictures of the Tinkerbell composition notebook that I completed. So hear are the pictures. Once again these journals are a blast to do. Will have to make more. Hmmm, maybe they will make great presents.

It came in the mail

I received the coolest package in the mail yesterday. I had signed up for a one-one composition swap. You filled out a small questionaire with questions like favorite color, favorite disney character, scrapbooking style etc. We then received someone else's questionaire and were to design a composition book for that person. The person that I received loved Tinkerbell and pinks and purples so I made her a cute little tinkerbell book that Sarah fell in love with. I had said that I might use my journal to plan for our trip to St. Louis this summer. The person who had my name did an outstanding job on the journal. I just love it, she is so creative and included elements that I hadn't even thought of. It is so fun and easy to make these composition notebooks, I plan on creating several more.

Another day off

Okay, I am home again, but this time it isn't because of a snow day. Kristen came home from school last night not feeling well. My kids don't get sick to often, but when they do watch out. We went to the dr. this morning and found out that not only does she have the flu that is going around, but also and ear, nose, and throat infection, and bronchitis. Since she is all grown up at the age of 8 she thought for sure she would be given pills to take, but no, she still gets to have the liquid medicine with a syringe. At least she takes it better than she used to. When she was little it took Kurt, Sarah, and myself to get medicine into her. You know Kristen is not feeling well when all she wants to do is lay around and when the fashion plate doesn't want to get dressed in the morning. She was actually quite happy to go to the Doctors in her P.J.s Must be sick. While there I also had the dr. check out my toe again. Thankfully the infection hasn't spread to the bone, like he thought. I am also on a powerful antibiotic and have to go back again in about 2 1/2 weeks.

Festival

Last night was Sarah's last middle school festival. The 8th grade sang two songs, Dona Nobis Pacem and One Tin Soldier. Listening to her sing Dona Nobis Pacem reminded me of the fact that she is growing up. Next year she will be at the high school and singing many more of the older classical music with Latin words in it. It seems like just yesterday she was my little girl and in preschool now look at her, all grown up. For tonight's concert she was chosen to be one of the MC's. Sarah was so excited to do it. Only a few of the best 8th graders get picked to MC.

Question

Snow Day # 8

We started the day with just a late start, but by 7:45 the high school was calling with the news that school has been cancelled. This is starting to get really old. I called my Hubby to tell him and then the girls begged for rides to school. Today's plan was to straighten up the Living Room and my scrapbooking stuff. I am working on that. I have the LR cleaned up except for my scrapbooking stuff. I have been sorting all of my papers. Looking for a good way to store them, if anyone has any suggestions please let me know. I have almost all of my papers sorted and have found a few older pictures of the girls to put into a mini-book that I did last year for Mother's day but have never put pictures in, and I also found a few extra pictures of Sarah for a mini book that I am making for her for confirmation. If we get to many more snow days, the entire main part of my house (minus the girls rooms) will be clean and decluttered. Yeah. Of course that means I have to start on the basement.

It's Time for Spring

It's Time for Spring
Bobbi Katz

My sweater's tight and itchy.
My snow pants are too small.
Last week I lost a mitten.
I can't find my scarf at all!

My woolen socks have lost their toes.
My boots have lost their tread.
And I have lost the love I had
For words like "skis" and "sled"!

But . . . my fishing rod still fits.
And . . . my baseball bat still hits.
I have a kite that wants to fly.
So . . . winter, call it quits!