The Store's Up and Running...

but not quite finished! Here's the link http://oliverosemaximum.etsy.com/


Tell me what you think!





I only have a few hats online right now, but I'm working on it!

Here's a few pictures of my beautiful Rosey in the biggest sized hat.

Hats Update!

The pom pom hats come in a variety of sizes and are made with a warmer, durable yarn. I love them! If I had more time I'd make myself a bunch in every color! They're also super stretchy. The green and grey ones fit 12-24 months loosely, 2-4 nicely and 6-8 snuggly but still super cute!
This is my 'work space' a.k.a. dining room table.
so girly! I wish my girls were babies still!

This was too small to put on Elijah, even though I tried to squeeze it onto his head! I've planned out everything excpet whether I'm going to put the hats on etsy.com like I did last year or just screw it all and have my own website. Right now I'm working on matching father/mother/son/daughter beanies, mainly plain because I want them to be for either boys or girls.

Hats AGAIN!

I'm planning on re-opening up my online shop- 'Ultra-Cute Crochet' in September! I've been working hard, and trying to find time away from the grabbing hands of a certain baby boy to finish up and polish off 4 different sizes of baby hats, matching mother/father/child hats and 3 kids sizes too. Here are some of the different hats in the smallest size:




Here's Elijah in a few of the hats, he wasn't a very cooperative model though, so you can't see them very well.

Elijah

Elijah was born on Sept. 25th 2007 at 4:25 am. He weighed 10 pounds 14ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. He seemed just absolutely huge at birth, had brown hair in a natural mohawk and blue eyes. He looked just like a little cherub, perfect in every way. His birth was an amazing experience, Jeremiah and I spent most of the night hanging out, talking and listening to music. Just the two of us, and our nurse, of course. When he was born it seemed so natural and calm, like a big ball of happiness just swirling around. The look on Jeremiah's face alone was well worth 9 months of pregnancy.

Now Elijah is 10 months old, he has light brown, curly hair, green sparkly eyes (turning into relicas of his Poppa's!) and an incredibly mischevious smile. He's bright and so much fun. He seems like a miniature version of Jeremiah, full of life, energenic, always into something or thinking about what he could get into. He plays very well with his sisters and sometimes bullies them for food and toys. He's a very physical entity, which can be difficult at times, always moving around, always grabbing, always pulling, punching or pinching.

He loves to get attention from pretty much anyone around him. I call him a 'lover' cause he's always looking, laughing and flirting with someone while we're in public. Especially in lines at stores and at restaurants. He's pretty much irresistable!

Maxine

Max was born on April 28, 2005 at 8:14 pm. She weighed 8 pounds 9 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long. At birth she had brown hair and very green eyes. She looked like a little bulldog right out of the womb, and has continued to have that type of personality ever since.


She was colicky and often sick as a baby, but the bright happy moments were all that much more precious to me. She loved listening to music, even at a couple weeks old she'd perk up and pay attention as soon as I'd put something on.

She rolled over at 1 1/2 months old, which amazed me, and also meant that she had to be constantly watched at all times.

Now at 3 years old Max is stubborn, adorable and precocious. She has light brown hair and the neatest 'camo' colored eyes. She has large eyes, defined eyebrows, and a huge generous mouth (which I call her 'muppet-mouth). She wrinkles her nose all the time and has strange, super-cute catch phrases that crack us up all the time. Her newest, "Ewwww, what's that per-fect smellllllll?" is a classic line. She's way too rough with her baby brother, and incredibly bossy with her older sisters, but right underneath her 'tough' exterior is a baby girl finally starting to turn into a kid. She's so petite it's insane and has always seemed a little frail to me, but each day she's growing, changing and getting stronger. I think she'll out-do us all....and she will RULE THE WORLD.

Olivia

Olivia was born on January 8, 2003 at 7:55 a.m.(Elivis's birthday!). She weighed 9 pounds 13 ounces and was 23 1/2 inches long. At birth she had white blond hair like a marine's cut and incredibly dark brown eyes. She barely cried and cuddled into me immeadiately. For the next year of her life she was the best baby I've ever personally known. She would rarely ever cry (when she was hungry she would grunt like a piggy, thus her nickname 'Big Pig') and she slept through the night from the second night home from the hospital on. She was never sick and didn't even have a cold until she was 15 months old! Amazing!

Olivia is now 5 years old and will be going into Kindergarten this fall. She is the sunshine in my day, sweet and cuddly, bright and creative. She tells the most imaginative stories and has the cutest diction. Jeremiah and I think she sounds like a Southern Belle because she's always drawling her vowels. She has curly red hair, giant dark brown eyes and the cutest smattering of freckles across her nose.

She plays by herself most of the time, and is very self sufficient. She picks up games easily and though she is very easily distracted, I feel that she will use her mind for great things someday. She tells me she wants to be an artist when she grows up everyday. All I can think of when she says that is a memory of the glorious pictures she drew all over herself in secret nearly every single day from ages 2-3....

Rose

This is Rose. She was born on May 23rd 2000, at 4:55 a.m. She weighed 7 pounds 11 ounces and was 20 inches long. At birth she had black hair (not very much of it) and blue eyes (which later turned dark brown). The first time I held her was truly one of the most self-aware moments I've had in my lifetime. I knew she was a part of me, a much grander part of me, and that I would do everything in my power to make her the most appreciated person on the face of the planet.

Today Rose is 8 years old. She is bright, amazingly empathetic, and kind. She is energenic and althletic. I could look at her for hours, she has a rich skin tone, pronounced eyebrows, a thin nose and large dark eyes and eyelashes.

She loves to watch movies, play soccer, and cuddling. She is annoyed daily by her sisters and brother, but still cares for them in a gentle, sisterly way, and thinks of their feelings first nearly always. She is the meaning of my life, the start of my journey as an adult and we will hopefully always be as close as we are now.

Writer's Block

I've been experiencing writer's block since I could write. It's kind of depressing, and the idea that I can rarely ever write more than 10 pages into a story hangs heavy on my mind. I've started and stopped the same story more than a hundred times and I have no idea why.

If you asked me to detail you the story from start to finish, I certainly could. And you would probably love it and ask me the inevitable question: 'Why don't you write this down?'. Oh! If you only knew how many times I've tried!

At this point in my life I've narrowed the general problem stated above into three different categories:
1) I'm horribly lazy and will never finish anything I've ever started. (ouch)
2) I'm not the writer I've always wanted to be, but maybe I'm just a plain old story teller. Maybe my kids will benefit from my imagination. (okay, not so bad)
3) I have a problem. Writer's Block.

Between Rose and Olivia I wrote quite a few pages of a horror story I loved to think about. I put alot of time and effort into it, and enjoyed writing it very much. I never let anyone read it, and stopped writing it about 30 pages in. I saved it on a disk and that was that. Never even looked at it again.

Recently I started writing a story about grief, and Jeremiah and I went over the opening of the story in detail. As soon as we were done discussing and editing it, I put it in a cabinet and never looked at it again.

Now I'm going to go upstairs to clean Rose's room and probably think of some other section of some other story that I'll never successfully put to paper and I'll never share with anyone. Depressing, eh?