It was year number three of the dance recital this year, and each year just keeps getting better! Mylie, who was 4 years old until just days before the recital, danced in the 7-9 year old Tap/Jazz class. It was a tough class for her, but kept her from getting bored!

Despite my best efforts of pre-planning and trying to spread things out, it ended up that the tickets we bought her for her birthday to see Disney’s The Lion King, ended up being for the SAME DAY. So, naturally, we decided we could do it all. So, we spent Friday night at a grueling and long dress rehearsal. Then on Saturday, we hit the matinee performance of The Lion King, grabbed a quick bite of dinner, and headed to her dance recital, which happened to be just a few blocks away in downtown Portland. Mylie waited back stage until the second act before her turn to dance, and still she held out and you couldn’t even tell how exhausted she must have been. Ironically, the song she danced to was called “I Want It All,” from High School Musical 2, and we couldn’t think of a more appropriate song for our little starlet.

She knows where she's going... Pay no attention to the abandoned shoe on the floor. The kids actually did a pretty good job dancing around it.

You'll find her in the back on the right

Celebrating a job well-done

Watching Big Sis

The star receives her fans

Despite the blurry picture, there's no question who carries the title of "Mylie's Biggest Fan."

This morning, while I lay in blissful sleep, my funny four-year old bounded into my room, announcing, “Mom! Mom! I’ve got a great new game! You’ve got to try it!”

I think I may have uttered a slightly coherent, “Oh?”

“Yes, it’s called The Eater and the Cookie.”

“Mhmmm. Ah ha dya plaths gme?” (That’s, And how do you play game, in still-asleep-speak).

I was then given step-by-step directions on how we were going to play this game. Right now. In the loft. I managed to slip in 90 seconds of extra sleep by making her use the bathroom first before we proceeded to the loft for further instructions. In case any of you want to play, here’s how it goes. I made her come in and dictate it to me, lest I mess up any instructions.

“First the eater saw a cookie and packed it up and bringed it on the vacation.

“Then the eater ate it. All of his cookies.

“Then the eater had a tummy ache.

“Then he came home and rested.

“And then he got better.

“And then he ate some more.

“The gray big blanket is the tummy and when you eat me, I get under the blanket. First you have to pick me up and eat me from  your mouth and then put me under the blanket. Then I get out and you see another one. That’s it. That’s the story.”

So there you have it. I played. I ate. I got a tummy ache. I ate again. And then I had to carry my ginormous cookie downstairs for more “vacation.” Then we made the cookie eat her own breakfast.

Trust me… I don’t get it any more than you do. It was funny to watch how adamant she was that we act out this incredible new scenario she just dreamed up, as if it were the greatest idea anyone had ever had. I am pretty convinced the girl never shuts off her brain, though. Otherwise, how would you come up with such a game in your sleep? I see sleep disorders in her future.

"The Cookie"... She does look rather delicious.

After a long day today, I came home exhausted, flipped on my Google Reader, and found this on Confessions of a Homeschooler. It was timely and touching. I think I might post it by my bed. And my computer. And maybe laminate it and carry it around with me in my purse. Or maybe I’ll just try each day to remember what’s important.

So, if you know me at all, you may be aware that I’m somewhat craft-ily challenged. Oh sure, I can create things. Especially of the digital variety. And I can even do stuff with paper and glue and scissors. Sometimes. If there’s a pattern. And very detailed instructions. And someone telling me what to do. Every single step of the way.

But all y’all out there who have crafty creativity flowing out of you and pouring onto your blogs and such… well, that’s just a different realm for me.

Once, Nick and I thought we were crafty. We thought we were going to hand-make presents for everyone for Christmas. Seemed like an economical way to give meaningful gifts. So what did we think we could create out of thin air without so much as an example to go off of? That’s right… snow globes. Any of you who were part of the Great Snow Globe Catastrophe of 2003 will remember… and we sincerely apologize.

But I am pleased to announce the beginning of the end of my craft impairment. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen. This week I have created not one… not two… but 3 different projects using only the power of my brain (i.e. no patterns). I submit them below as evidence.

I was browsing through the Oriental Trading website, when I saw a project kit for these. I almost ordered them to use next year, when I took a closer look. I thought, “I could do that!” Typically, those are my famous last words, as the plan in my head rarely turns out the way I want it. But Mylie and I made these earlier this week out of toilet paper rolls and construction paper, and I thought they turned out swimmingly.

Mylie vacillated this year between being Tinkerbell and being “Jessie” from Toy Story II for Halloween. Since it is sacrilege in our family not to have a theme, poor Nolan’s options were either Peter Pan or “Woody”. And though I think Nolan’s squishy fat legs would have been adorable in green tights, it appears that every little girl in the country is going as a fairy this year, so we opted for something a little different. Nolan’s inner macho-man (as well as his future teen ego) thanks us. So, Toy Story it is.

After over a week of isolation due to the H1N1 that hit our house hard, we were a little behind on the costume making. But, by last night we had finally rounded up all the needed supplies. But, since Toy Story is apparently the most unpopular theme this year, I was unable to locate any patterns. For anything. Anywhere. So, it was up to our brains and eyes to figure it out. Let’s face it, I was rather hopeless.

Seriously, the last thing I have sewed in my life was in my sophomore year in 4-H. And the last time I had to create a pattern from scratch? Eh… never. It was anyone’s guess as to whether we could pull it off, but we did it! Nick and I worked from 10pm to 3am last night and we did it!

A few details to call attention to:

Cowgirl Shirt Panel with authentic swirly thingers

And did I mention they’re sewed on, not glued?
Woody’s Felt Cowboy Boots
That’s right people. I made a 3-Dimensional Pattern without even using a tutorial from the internet. Because none exists. Seriously, go check if you don’t believe me. I made those puppies with sheer force of will.

Authentic Cowgirl Shirt Cuffs
Nick made this pattern, I did the sewing & decorating. Not too bad, if I do say so myself.

So there you have it. Crafts by Karli (& Nick). Don’t get too excited… I’m not going to be starting a craft blog anytime soon. Let’s just say I’m pleased to discover that a little shred of a domestic diva is alive in there….somewhere. And if she only comes out once a year, well, I’ll welcome her with open arms. And take lots of pictures to prove her existence!