The New Digs

I think it's official, although it still makes me nervous.
How it Fits has moved here.

Cheating

So there's this other blog I'm playing with.

Shhhhh. . . Don't tell Blogger.

Happy 300th!

Apparently, you're supposed to do something exciting when you post your 100th post. Being the clueless young blogger that I am, I missed that milestone. So in honor of the 300th How it Fits post, Naiah Cadence shall make her fabulous debut as a comic strip character.

Happy 300th!

Comic design: Jason and the iMac
Fallish photography: Rebecca
Glamor in pink boots: Naiah

The Adventures of Naiah Cady

The Adventures of Naiah Cady

The Adventures of Naiah Cady

The Adventures of Naiah Cady

The Adventures of Naiah Cady

The End

Pray for Malachi

Roxanne has a tiny friend named Malachi, who is 14 months old. Malachi was just diagnosed with AML, the same disease God 'smote' for Aaron Boydston and his family, despite the gruesome odds. Please pray that God would deliver Malachi, just as he delivered Aaron.

Ummm. . .

"This booger is broken. I'm going to throw it in the trash."

-- Jonah, age 3

I Have Crossed Over

You know you're podunk when you see quail running around the parking lot and think, "Oooh, free meat!"

The Handyman

Naiah (18 months) brought me a Stanley screwdriver she had found.

She said, "Papa." (Papa is the kids' name for my dad.)

I said, "This is a tool, a screwdriver. It's Daddy's."

Naiah: Daddy's?

Me: Yes. This is Daddy's tool.

Naiah: Papa.

Me: No, it's Daddy's.

Naiah: Daddy's?

Me: Yes.

Naiah: No. Papa.

Me: Daddy's.

Naiah: Papa.

Adventure Time

Nathan Stryker linked to this on his blog. So random. So fun.

Identical?

At the dinner table, as Sarah picks at her pizza. . .

Jason: Uh-oh, Sarah. I think Sissy is getting bigger than you.

Sarah: What?

Anna: But we're both twins!

Me: Yeah, but if you eat lots of food, and Sissy only eats a little food, you'll grow bigger than Sissy.

Anna: I will?

Sarah: Really?

Jason: Really.

Anna: Sissy, you can have my pepperoni. And my sausage. You can eat all of my meat.

MUD!

Just another girly day at the mud hole.

No clothes were stained in the making of this post. (Yes, it is a miracle.)

ABC

I thought about doing this one. Then I was tagged by Lisa S. (Hi, Lisa!) So I did.

A- Available or married? Married, but I've never really been available.

B- Best Friend? Jason Kerr (Well, Hestermom, if husbands don't count.)

C- Cake or Pie? French apple pie, a la mode

D- Drink of Choice? Thai iced tea

E- Essential Item? Sewing machine, or mixer. It's a tie.

F- Favorite Color? Red

G- Gummi Bears or Worms? Worms

H- Hometown? Ojai, CA/DeKalb, MS

I- Indulgence? Currently, Aunt Susan's oatmeal cookie recipe, rolled in powdered sugar, and baked gooey-crisp

J- January or February? February

K- Kids & names? Anna, Sarah, Jonah, Naiah Cady

L- Life is incomplete without? Death

M- Marriage Date? June, 2000

N- Number of Siblings? My very talented little brother, John

O- Oranges or apples? Eh. Not a fan.

P- Phobias/Fears? House fires, while the kids are asleep upstairs

Q- Favorite Quote?
Time in the hand is not control of time,
Nor shattered fragments of an instrument
A proof against the wind; the wind will rise,
We can only close the shutters.
-- Adrienne Rich, "Storm Warnings"
R- Reason to Smile? Fabric-- lately fleece, but always batiks

S- Season? Autumn

T- Tag three people! Jenn, Lisa H., and Sarah Grace

U- Unknown fact about me: I had braces my last year of high school and first year of college. It really sucked.

V- Vegetable you hate? Canned anything.

W- Worst habit? Losing track of time, for entire days

Y- Your favorite food? Cha siu fan (roast pork rice), at the cafeteria at HKBU

Z- Zodiac? Libra. Not into it.

Short Narrative, by Jonah

One day, I was broken. My nose fell off. But Daddy fixed me.

-- Jonah, age 3