I made a quilt this weekend

And at some point, I will upload the pictures. It is a baby quilt. I just thought I would pop in and say hello.

Someone to clean the house

I am seriously thinking of paying someone to clean the house. I just can't do it all. With three kids playing soccer every weekend, one taking ballet, one playing chess, and one playing tennis, doing robotics, playing the cello, etc. I just cannot keep up. So I think I will give up cleaning toilets and mopping floors. Is that ok?

That said, in geometry tomorrow we are starting a unit on similarity and proportion. I am kicking it off with a short clip from a DVD about the making of Star Wars. It is about how they used scale models to do the special effects. I hope the kids like it. They are also doing a project where they have to enlarge a piece of art. I gave them several choices, including pictures of both presidential candidates. Many of them would rather draw than eat, so I think they will have fun with it.

Well, I should try to get some sleep.

My First Memory

Jane Ann wrote about her first memory. Here is mine...

I was three years old. We drove to Colorado to spend a week at a cabin in Estes Park. I don't remember driving to Colorado, although I am told that my older sister had a colorful language experience in my grandparents' car looking for a hotel in Kansas somewhere. She was five at the time. Anyway, I do remember spending the week in the park. I had my first pair of genuine Levis jeans. I went "fishing" in a stream with a stick and yard. The yarn was aqua, so my grandma must have been knitting or crocheting something aqua. My aunt and uncle were there. I remember brushing my aunt's really long hair. I remember feeding chipmunks. I remember there was mud outside the cabin when we arrived and that my grandma didn't want her shoes to get muddy.

I wish I could find my pictures. They are in a box in the basement in a photocube that my aunt and uncle gave me. That photocube sat beside my bed for many years. A couple of years ago, Ed saw it and thought I was him in the pictures. I was hair-challenged when I was young. I didn't really get hair until I was three. My almost two year old has more hair than I did in those pictures.

Anyway, that is my earliest memory. I love the Rocky Mountains. My aunt had us singing, "America, The Beautiful" while we hiked in the purple mountain majesties. And everytime I hear that song, I think of that trip.