My phone rang at 8:50 this morning. Looking at the caller ID I reckoned that it was my sister based on the name and phone number. As I said hello a tiny voice on the other end stated “Aunt Susan I lost my tooth” Sara was positively giddy as she recounted that she is now a big girl.
Her only concern is that she will be spending the night, and she wondered if the tooth fairy would come. I assured her that she certainly would.
Tonight I step into the roll of parent, of tooth fairy, of the one who will creep into the room of a sleeping child. It will be I, not her mom who pulls the tooth out from under her pillow and replaces it with a green bill. Tomorrow morning she will wake up and discover the prize and she will run into my room with great anticipation to show me what she “won” It will be I who gets to fein surprise when I am shown the treasure that was left by a mythical creature.
I am sure that I am romantasizing the event, but for one brief moment I get to experience a first that a parent would. Of course I still hope for the day when I hear “Mommy lost my tooth” in the mean time I will cherish hearing “Aunt Susan, look what the tooth fairy brought me” Even if its a one time event…
Now that I am more comfortable with my “bug” I decided to go ahead and venture out and make an actual project. I also decided to venture beyond the normal paper arts that Cricut is best kown for.
Someone asked if its as easy as it looks on television?
Honestly it is just as easy as it appears on television. Now each cartridge has different functions, and those can be a little tedious, but once you play with each function and make a few mistakes you really get the hang of it and realize its very easy. I will admit that I have thrown away a few pieces of paper, and one piece of fabric, that was totally my fault in ironing the wonder under on it, rather than cutting it.
One of these days I will make a project and photograph it piece by piece.
Incidentally its not 100% done. I still need to add the face, and I am debating if I want to embroider around the edges. Plus, I am debating and I would like opinions–if I should put BABY on the tooshy of the pants. Kind of like in a Juicy kind of way? What do you think? Over the top?
Now without further ado some pictures!
I was debating if I was just going to leave it like this, or if I was going to make “angel wings” for her. The next photo is after I added the angel wing, and the pants. Here is a better one closer up, with the addition of the little angel’s name who is going be given this outfit. Again, I have to put a face on it. But that is the gist of it. Each piece is individually cut. The little brown shoes are each individual, as is each letter. And now the whole little outfit.
Yes the Cricut arrived, but to be honest I thought the news of me going on insulin would have elicited more of a response.
I have to go on insulin.
I know I told my other blog readers on my “all infertility all the time” blog but not wanting to let you all out I decided to share with you guys too. The decision has NOTHING to do with TTC, or the lack there of really. It just turns out that my Metformin is no longer effective. Which if I think about it could explain why I was having so much mid cycle spotting. It may not have turned me into a “normal” ovulating PCOSer, but maybe it was doing enough to keep me from spotting? Hmm, an interesting hypothosis now that I have thought about it.
At any rate. I switched physicians and this doctor was acutely interested in my case. My HbA1C has creeped up by .50 points which I know doesn’t seem like a lot, but when your goal is to be below 7.0% and in 2 months you go from a 6.2 to a 6.7 while doing the same exact regime as before you tend to scratch your head and go “hmm”. New Dr. T (notice how I stick with the same letter of the alphabet when going to new physicians) went all the way back to my April blood work and agreed that the upward trend is not normal given that I am on the max dose of Metformin.
There are some additional orals that I could take, but they are not approved in pregnancy. Dr. T’s thought is that since I have proven the ability to get pregnant and since we are not preventing pregnancy that the risk to be on them is too great. So after much debate on her part she decided that a very low dose of insulin is the proper course of treatment. In the event that we take permanent measures to not become pregnant then I can come off the insulin and go on Glyburide, or Actos or the like but as long as we aren’t preventing a pregnancy insulin it will be.
So there you have it. Something other than my Cricut…just for a change of pace.
I am so ready for tomorrow. My cricut will arrive sometime mid morning. Luckily, or unluckily as the case may be they will not leave it outside of our door nor in the vestibule either. No, they will have the office sign for and accept it. Unfortunately Jacob has already been slated to work until 7 on both Monday and Tuesday. Being a one car family means I have to wait for him to pick me up or else I have to walk the 2 miles up hill (both ways in 10 feet of snow) to get home form the bus stop. So this means I will not be getting my machine that will be not only in the same town, but in my complex until Tuesday. Ah yes, but I mentioned Jacob is working late on Tuesday too. This is where the fates shine on me.
On Wednesday and Thursday I have two out patient proceedures being done at the hospital and my mom has graciously agreed to lend me her car. This way I don’t have to drive Jacob o work, drive to the hospital and then pick him up two days in row. This means that on Tuesday I will leave work an hour early catch the bus to my moms grab her car and be home within 1/2 hour of the office closing. Brilliant.
At any rate, I am ready for Cricuts arrival. In two days I have spent $50 at Joann’s. Of course EVERYTHING that I purchased yesterday was on sale today! But I am ready. I have all of my stuff ready and waiting for its arrival. Then hopefully I will have something more substantial to share with my overtly bored readers–hey I warned you–all infertility all the time had a new forum, and this wasn’t it!