Sound asleep, listening to the soundtrack of his young life.

So my days have started extra early recently thanks to a lovely little helper who wants to be awake before anyone else in the house…

Throw in a side of exhaustion and top it off with a wood mold induced asthma attacks, and you will have my average days this week.

The little helper of course passes out and takes a nap again – just while everyone else in the house is getting moving, as is the prerogative of every happy and healthy toddler.    Of course this is the modern toddler, who has to have his morning nap time with a sound track provided by NickJr.com – Diego’s video’s from their website.

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The past couple of days have been spent focusing on the administration end of things for my Etsy shop. Paperwork, phone calls, getting to the bank to make sure all deposits are in, getting more ink for my printer, running over to the work-shop at my mother in law’s to pick up some finished products so I can get them shipped, and of course making sure that the orders are packed properly, labels applied and boxes closed to be shipped.

I am meeting my self coming and going, and fortunately tomorrow I get to get back into the swing of actual spinning.  I have to make more headway on that custom order to Canada, but my Asthma has held me up – as when I’ve gone to sit down from rushing around my body has cried enough and my lungs demand down time.

I have several bundles of roving that are waiting for the Canadian Custom to be finished so I can stock the shop with new spinnings, and once I’ve got that done I’ll also be taking a small selection of my hand spun back to the yarn shop that is interested in my spinning there and maybe teaching as well.  We’ll see how that all plays out.

Speaking of that – I think I’m going to go spend a half hour working on that aforementioned butterscotch roving and get it set aside to set up before plying.

My 'Baby' Brother, the soldier

I’d like to sleep – but I just said good bye to my brother via text as he got on the plane for Afghanistan.  he’ll be there for the next nine months, and it’s already become a hard thing for the family.

His pre-schooler is very unhappy with him right now, and I can’t blame the little guy.  He had his dad back for a few days and now he’s going away for a while again.  It’s rough on us all, but especially on little Lee.

I spent the evening texting with him as he was on the bus to the airport, and then leaving from an empty and previously closed airport terminal wing… such a send off for our fathers, brothers, dads, sons.  Let me just say it sucks.  Royally.  I’ll be counting those 9 months down and looking forward to the emails from him just as much as I’m sure he’ll be looking forward to them from us.

Ya’ll have a good night/early morning where-ever you are…