Friday, May 18, 2012

Hawaii, Day 1

I've decided that it will be a lot easier if I blog some things now instead of wait until I get back and have a bazillion photos to download and two things to say about it because it was too long ago to remember all the details.
That being said, welcome to day one of our trip to Hawaii! Well, technically day two. Yesterday was traveling, drive to the airport, two hour flight to L.A., two hour layover, six back breaking hours to Lihue on the island of Kauai (seriously, it was way worse than I thought it would be, six hours is a long time, I don't know how people who fly all over the world do it...), then an hour drive to the house we are staying in. We oggled over the beautiful drive to the North side of the island like little kids. "WHOA, look at THAT! Look at that waterfall! Look at those trees! Whoa, look at those birds! Look at the waves!" and so on all the way into Hanalei. Then Rose and I stayed up ridiculously late talking and catching up and everyone else went to bed.
Today we checked out the nearby beach, Tunnels Beach. Gorgeous. I didn't realize how soft my feet have gotten. By the end of the day I couldn't walk in the sand anymore because it was too rough on my bare feet. The water was amazing. We saw a seal on the beach (a monk seal, they roped it off because it's an endangered species, they didn't want people harassing it, and he just sat there and basked in the sun with a little smile on his face) and a turtle in the water. And also lots of birds I don't recognize and little lizards and frogs. And CHICKENS. Roosters and chickens everywhere. They were walking around the airport when we got there, they are like Colorado's magpies or ravens. But the scenery is definitely amazing and beautiful and wonderful. God definitely made a paradise here, there is no doubt about it. Such a perfect place. Here's a couple of pictures of today's adventures: 






 At the end of the day after we had gone to visit the lighthouse, we stopped to get some groceries again and saw this magnificent rainbow erupting out of the ocean on the drive back. Since I was driving, I immediately pulled over so we could all get some shots. It was lovely.   
Currently I am the last one up, listening to the crickets and the rain dripping off the leaves outside, tending my sore feet and sunburns. It seems surreal being out here and I wish I could share it with Craig, really. I keep turning here and there wanting to point out things that he would like and he's not there. I also am immediately drawn to any child within a 50 ft. radius of me. If I can't have my own kids here, apparently I must be interested in everyone else's. I was able to talk to the kids on skype today from my phone- Odell still calls me Momma, that's a good sign. It looks like things are in order out there, thank you Craig for being the best Daddy in the world and manning the fort for us. It puts my heart at ease and I promise that I'm enjoying myself. 
I must be getting off to bed myself, long day tomorrow too. G'night neverland. 

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Luckiest Woman on Earth

 In the spirit of Mother's Day this week and also while standing on the brink of going to Hawaii for two weeks really soon, I have felt very blessed in my life and I have four really good reasons life is good right now here to discuss.
I love Chloe's big bear hugs. I love it when I come into a room and where I thought there was previously a mess, she has organized it without being asked. I love it when she laughs so hard she can't help herself, especially when I get stern with her. Nothing sets the giggles off like when she's in trouble. I love her long beautiful blonde hair and I love it when she lets me play with it. I love that her eyes look double their size in her bifocal glasses. I love that she makes friends so easily and I love it when she reports to me when someone is being immodest, then reminds me that we love immodest people too. I love that she loves God and Jesus and Captain Moroni. I love when she takes care of little things like getting Odell's shoes on for me when I'm in a hurry and need to get the kids out the door. I love it when she tells me how yummy my meals are. I love it when she tells me I'm the best mommy ever, and I love it when I hear Linus concur. She's the best little five year old know-it-all I've had the privilege to call mine.
I love Linus' giggle. He has the best hearty giggle you will ever hear. I love his wet little kisses on my cheeks before bed. I love it when he wakes up from his nap and is still groggy, but comes and gives me a big hug and tells me what a good boy he was for taking a really long nap. I love it when he talks in his sleep. I love his sense of curiosity and adventure. I love that he has the same getup that he wears inside and outside the house everyday: his cowboy belt and orange gun (just one gun, even though the belt has two holsters), a black and white sweat band around his head, and a purse filled with a bunch of his toys from his drawers, and I love that he didn't care a bit when another boy in the neighborhood told him that boys don't wear purses. I love when he runs through puddles, he'll pull his shorts up to his thighs and skip through them as fast as he can. I love when he has no clue what is going on, but gets really excited about what we are doing anyway. I love when he sits on the counter and "helps" me with dinner. I love when he smiles at me. I love Linus' smile. He is the best almost four year old little monkey I call my son.
I love Odell's chubby little legs. I love her whispy hair. I love her big blue eyes. I love when she points to all the parts of my face, sometimes digging a bit harder than a face should really handle, and calls them out by name. I love scooping her up in my arms and placing her where she fits best in my lap. I love hearing her laugh when I tickle her. I love her toothy little smile. I love hearing her point to me over and over and over again and saying "Momma," as though just to reaffirm that I'm still here and still her momma. I love the way her arms swing and skirt bounces when she walks. I love her "Mmmmma!" kisses and I laugh uncontrollably when she tries to kiss me on the mouth. I love waking up to find the gifts of small toys that she has lined up on my side of the bed as good morning presents. I love that she carries her sister's baby doll with her wherever she goes. I love her little words that she learns everyday. I love that she knows who Jesus is and points to him in pictures. She is the most angelic little toddler girl I get to cuddle with every day.
And I love Craig, my best friend and eternal companion. I love his goofy smile and corny jokes. I love watching him when he sleeps and he looks so peaceful. I love sharing scriptures and discussing gospel topics with him. I love listening to him pray and love to hear him pray for me because it reminds me that I am loved. I love when I pray for him and things work out in his day that otherwise wouldn't. I love his hugs. I love watching movies with him on Friday nights and I love that we reserve that time for each other each week. I love sitting in the temple with him each month. I love when our kids do ridiculous and embarrassing things when we are in public together and we just look at each other and laugh. I love when we share stories from the day about the kids with each other. I love what a good father he is and love it when he finally gives in and let's the kids play "'TACK DADDY!" (attack daddy) with him. I love what a good housekeeper he is, especially when I fall behind and I come home after a busy day to find everything in order. That brings a lot of peace to a woman's soul. I love his manly-man beard. I love watching him serve other people, even when it's inconvenient for the rest of us. I love our pillow talk, even when I'm left the last one talking after he's drifted off. He is the one for me and I am the one for him and I'm so grateful Heavenly Father lead me to him and I have such a beautiful family with him. He is my home and I feel safe with him around.
I love being a wife and mother and would not trade it for anything in the world.
And I know I'm going to read this over and over again while I'm in Hawaii and cry my little eyes out. Note to Hawaii-trip-Chelsea: close the laptop, get your camera out, and go take some pictures and then read a book on the beach and stop moping!
Goodnight. :-)

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Is it summer yet?!

"MOM?!" *said in LOUDEST whisper he can muster.
"Mmm-hmmm?"
"Is it time to wake up yet?"
"....yeah, that's fine, you can get up."
"MOM?!"
"Yes."
"Is it summer yet?"
"No, not yet."
"MOM?!"
"...yes?"
"Can I wear my shorts today?"
"Yes, that's fine."
"AND MOM?!"
"....yes, Linus..."
"And can I wear my flip flops too?"
"Yes, Linus, wear whatever you want."
"MOM?!"
"What, Linus."
"It's not summer yet so I have to wear pants."
"Linus, I tell you this every morning, you can wear shorts in the Spring time as long as it's warm outside."
"BUT MOM! I want to wear my long pants!"
"That will just make you hot today, it's supposed to be hot today."
"BUT MOM! It won't be hot today, I know it! It's not summer yet."
"...it can be hot in Spring too-"
"-BUT MOM! I WANT to wear long pants!"
"Linus, do you want to be really hot today?"
"No."
"Then you need to wear shorts."
"BUT MOM! I really really want to wear my pants today!"
"....okay, fine, you can wear your pants, but don't complain to me if you get too hot, okay?"
"Okay."

....."MOM?!"
"...what Linus..."
"I think I want to wear shorts and my flip flops today. Then I'll look like a super bad guy."
"Okay, Linus, whatever you want."

This happens just about every morning. If only it were just summer, then he would know that it would be hot outside everyday. Come on, summer, hurry up already!
I made up my own sewing project! So I was going through Craig and my closet this season and Craig has a whole slew of shirts in there that he hasn't worn since high school (...and frankly they're so large I wonder how accurate that statement is, I wonder if he ever wore them or just put them in his closet when he got them as hand-me-downs and pretended to think he was going to wear them someday...). I decided I'm going to transform some of said shirts into dresses for the girls. I was at Target the other day and really really wanted to just take every girl's dress off the rack and take it home, but although Target is affordable...they really aren't affordable at all if you are used to filling your closets with thrift store clothes. SO, I'm going to put my creativity to use. Here is my first project: I was finished and was so frustrated that I wanted to throw it away because I messed up in so many spots, but then I counted to ten, took a deep breath, and then sewed some ruffles on the front and Chloe fell in love at first sight. Guess that's all that matters. Here's to better attempts next time. And maybe some patterns? If I get motivated enough...




Having fun out in the sun anyway, though. Even though I'm sort of wincing inside each day it gets hotter this early in the season because I'm worried about how hot and dry it will be around here come July, I just LOVE this extended Spring we are getting. All the flowers bloomed perfectly and didn't get smashed to pieces by a freak snow storm. Our monster crab apple tree in the front yard looked like a Spring scene in a Jane Austen book. The grass is lush and green, and although our poor trees took a beating last fall when we had a really early wet snow, they are leafing quickly and hopefully will last a few more years yet. The coolness of our house in the hot months sort of depends on the shade from those trees, and we already lost a portion of it because our neighbor did what many neighbors around here had to do after the storm in the fall and chopped down the tree in their yard, which helped to shade our house in the summer. But the kids are loving being outside every day and are doing what kids to best, like:
 

Growing up without permission.
Smiling all the time.

Making new friends. This is Winus the worm and the real Winus is smitten.
And being creative.

In other news, I am going to HAWAII in a couple of weeks. I am both terrified and so excited I can't wait another day. It's just my brother and sister and mom and I, the cast list for the trip changed so many times, but in the end, it worked out to be just us and I'm thrilled to spend some time with my siblings and mom, however I get anxious and work up a clammy sweat when I think about being gone from my kids and husband for almost two weeks. Craig is being a wonderful husband, though, and while I'm sure he has his own reservations about the trip, he has not spoken a word to me about them and continues to assure me that it will be good for me to spend some time with my family, good for him to spend some time with the kids, nothing bad will happen, he will be fine, the kids will be fine, he's actually going to cook the whole two weeks, and to try to enjoy myself. And try I will. Finally got a swimsuit ordered last night. And may even get a real tan this year, watchout!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Easter. Late.





Egg hunts are just the best. Chloe would agree with full heart, and she and Linus had a blast decorating eggs as well. Odell enjoyed watching while munching on animal crackers and squawking when she wanted her drink from her high chair next to the table. We also had a lovely morning on Sunday, finding eggs (Easter Bunny was very creative in where he hid those eggs- in fact there's still one hidden in our curtains in the front room, but don't tell Linus, he's still looking for it). Then we cuddled up on the couch and watched the new bible videos on Christ. I cried, the kids asked a couple of questions, then we pushed the fast forward button to rush and get ready for church since it started an hour early beginning Easter Sunday.
Tonight I am sitting on the couch with my fleece blanket, eating Goldfish (my secret indulgence) and drinking cream soda (...my real secret indulgence) and watching You've Got Mail because I found it in the $5 bin at Wal-Mart and couldn't pass it up. Craig is playing basketball at church, should be home right in time for the final kiss and sit and scoff at it and completely ruin the moment. As usual. And then I'll kiss him and tell him to go take a shower because he will stink.
And that's all I have to say. Goodnight!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Conference Commotion

Okay, Moms, I need your help.
This specifically applies to those of you who faithfully try to watch all four sessions of the LDS General Conference twice a year at home with your kids.
I always hear older moms talk about how nice we have it now that we can watch conference from home now that you can access it almost anywhere, and while I definitely appreciate being able to at least glean something out of each session, I'm not so sure how easy we have it. When I was growing up, we all went as a family to ONE session out of the four of the broadcasted conference at church and it was usually the last one, Sunday afternoon. Which meant that the rest of the time we simply had no access to the other broadcasts and our parents sure as heck weren't going to dress us up and bring us to all four two hour a piece sessions, one was good enough and then you got to read the rest when they came out in print.
Now let me clarify something here. I. LOVE. CONFERENCE. It's better than Christmas. I love sitting and just soaking up the spirit and the messages from each talk and listening to them speak about my every concern. I love the feeling of absolute spiritual satisfaction when it's all over and my cup is full for the next six months. I pine away the days I can get the talks in print. But this is precisely why watching it with the kids makes it so difficult for me.
Let me clarify something else here. I. LOVE. MY. KIDS.
Just in case the next explanation makes you think otherwise.
When you have small children, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, it is HARD to watch conference at home. Okay, maybe it isn't for you other mothers with small children, but that's why I'm blogging about this. It's hard for me. We spend more time during conference finding things to help occupy our children, getting snacks, getting drinks, stopping fights, getting everyone their own space, getting coloring sheets out, stopping Odell from ruining said coloring sheets, picking Odell up, putting her down, picking her up again, putting her down again, wincing while Linus does his thousand year cat dance on my lap trying to find the right position to cuddle only to bite or pinch or wipe boogers or do some other malicious activity two seconds later to make him get off, console Linus after he melts down for having to get off my lap, repeating previous few steps two or three times, answering the million question game ("why are they old? why do they wear suits? why are they talking? what is this thing I found on the floor? can I eat it? why not? why are they wearing red dresses? why are they singing? why do I have to be quiet? can I play the piano right now? what? No, Mom, I couldn't hear you, WHAT?! WHAAAT?!?!?"), shushing, disarming, and usually finally breaking down and just playing with the kids during this time than I do actually watching it....*sigh*. It's exhausting.
 Maybe I just need to be patient and wait until they get a little older and realize now is not the time for enjoying conference like I used to. Obviously at least to some extent that is the case. I definitely am grateful that the kids are at the very least getting exposure to it. I know that despite all the fighting and crying and snacking and separating and questioning that they are getting something out of it, and I often acknowledge to myself that that's worth it. I'm glad that they get more exposure than just ONE session out of every four, BUT, I also often think that there has to be a better way.
SO: I have six months until the next conference. Anyone have any creative ideas they want to share? Before you direct me to more coloring sheets, while that sometimes works for Chloe, Linus really has no interest in it whatsoever and if he even picks up the pencil at all, it's usually only because he's taking it away from one of his sisters to bother them. We're working on him, we really are...
We don't even make them watch all of it, we want them to be there when the prophet speaks, that's really our only requirement for conference, but they don't want to go play somewhere else, they want to play where we are. Yes, I'm glad they love us so much to want to be around us, but they also get bored quickly with us and I'm not sure how to convince them that conference shouldn't have to be a stressful time for everyone and that they can play or whatever without tearing my nerves to shreds.
GUH.
Other than that, I loved the bits and pieces that I gleaned and can't wait until it comes out in print.

In other news, I've been absent lately and I apologize. I'll have to update more later. I have in my possession an iPhone 4s, recently acquired, and am having fun with it. The recording fun family times sort of fun. Like this gem here. It's kinda long, and I'm sure I get much more enjoyment out if it than anyone else does, but I do love this little guy...all recorded on the iPhone by the way...

Have yourselves a great night. :-)

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Waiting for Superman

Okay folks.
It's 11:45, those twilight hours on one of those twilight nights between the time Craig goes upstairs to bed to the time I finish whatever project I'm working on because it's got to be done by tomorrow. I must say I'm getting better at not letting these nights happen, but sometimes they do and tonight is one of those nights.
In an effort to better myself and not feel like a zombie, I've decided to STOP watching crummy Netflix television while completing said projects. Craig and I just got through ALL of the Bones seasons on there and afterwards both admitted we were glad it was over so we could move on with life. Awful, right? While brainless TV is definitely a good release sometimes, too much of it also definitely leaves you...well, brainless. I know you know what I'm talking about.
So tonight while finishing a project for a little birthday 2 year old friend tomorrow, I decided to watch some "non-crummy" Netflix television. While I wouldn't necessarily consider all documentaries out there quality material, I decided to start in this genre in search of some interesting to watch. What better way to educate myself than by someone's extremely passionate, completely biased, funded-enough-to-make-a- movie opinion about something?
Tonight's thought is on the movie "Waiting for Superman". As a former professional educator (and by "professional" I mean paid, I certainly don't feel like I've given up that roll in my home by any means), I of course have heard a lot about this film, but had not yet watched it.
And I am stumped.
If you haven't seen the movie, it deals with the extreme disadvantage that under-funded public school students have from their fellow students who attend well-funded public schools, private schools, or lottery-drawn charter and magnet schools in their area, the "bad guys" being the teacher unions who fund potential politicians that don't believe that a disparity in pay-roll should constitute a good teacher from a bad one. This enables tenured teachers who essentially don't do their jobs at all to protect their position and thus continue to put students back in progressing in their education.
SO, the big, over-arching point that the movie was trying to make was that there IS success out there, a line of charter schools in inner-cities with the lowest funding and the lowest scoring has made success by adding more classroom hours, on weekends and summer time, high expectations, and an attitude of success and support in every classroom. They are getting positive results.
Which is actually pretty amazing, because until now, according to this documentary, there has been little to no hope for these kids.
Here's my beef: I have always felt that the majority of the problems students have in the classroom has more to do with their home life than it does with their teachers and their schools. However I can believe this until I'm blue in the face, and very likely will, because I also don't believe it's a school's place or certainly the government's place to tell a family how they should raise their child. Conundrum.
Here's a story about me I don't often share. I nearly didn't graduate from high school. In fact it's something of a miracle that I made it into college at all. My home life growing up? Not that great. I can safely say my decline in education started after my parent's divorce. I clearly remember my sixth grade year, first year in middle school, and getting a report card with D's on it and pretty much feeling that my future was over. It went up and down from there until graduation...mostly down. AND, it didn't stop there. In fact, another story I don't often share, I was put on academic probation  after my freshman year of college, lost my financial aid until I could get my grades back up and nearly lost my scholarship as well (again, another miracle, else I would likely not have a degree right now). Don't worry, all ended well, and after a few years of working my butt off, I was able to maintain a 3.1 GPA when I graduated, and again, it was a miracle I even got it up that much, plus woven into those last years was marriage and two pregnancies, but it was meant to be and I got it together (can you see a blessed life emerging  here? Because I sure do...)
Now, I don't consider my childhood a sob story. I had a lot of good things going for me. I made some poor choices. I hold no grudges against anyone, life is what it is. However, I can completely empathize with the kids I saw in my classroom every day who may have looked like they had it together okay, but that were struggling to even think that homework was important when so much else was wrong in their life. It's not easy. In fact it's near impossible.
So to say that the ultimate form of success in a child's life is to get them passing and into college I would say is a fallacy. How many times do we send kids to school who have had their hand held all through their education and then fall apart when they enter the college party scene? Or who then get degrees that will give them no steady job and then pursue something completely unrelated to what they studied in school? Aren't we in a recession now because of people, with and without college degrees are making poor choices with money, the very thing we get college degrees to obtain, and ruining their lives? I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure college should not be our end goal in public education, especially when we are looking past college for the future success of this nation (ideally stating that good careers will put the US back at the top of the charts).
Well what is it then?
Life. Long. Learning. We talked about this a lot in our trainings at school, the idea that you help a child foster a love of learning and you help them be the best that they can be because then the wheel is back in their hands. And it's more than just the scores on a paper, I think everyone can agree with that.
You know why more classroom hours and even in one instance in this film, a boarding school works for those inner city kids? Because they have poor home lives and they are spending more time away from those homes in an environment where people are showing them every day a shiny glittery castle away from all that mess and finally making them believe that it is their choices that effect their future and not where they are born and who they are born to. Okay, that's probably not proveable at all, but I just feel like if the world had better lives for our children (BETTER HOMES), they would have kids with better grades, better test scores, better lives, and ultimately a better society, right? I mean, I understand that's sort of a utopian dream, but is it too much to ask that we at least strive for it? 
HOWEVER, while I will root and cheer those inner city kids all the way through their successful school careers with more classroom hours on weekends and summers, it scares me to death that this is where education is heading when I take off my "educator" cap and put on my "parent" cap. The thought of another person having more influence on my child than me makes me want to shut all our windows and never let my kids leave our house. Drastic, yes, definitely not the answer, but that is a lot of trust that we as parents are putting into our education system.
And yet I am just as stumped as ever. Do I support that there is an answer to helping struggling kids succeed in school? YES. Do I trust a teacher at school to teach my kids things like morality and character? NO. Do I want the education in this country to change and better yet, improve? YES. Do I want to give my kids up on the weekends and the summers? NO. Do I want bad teachers out? YES. Do I trust the government to come in and decide who that will be? NO. Okay, soft no on that one, more like a "PROBABLY NO UNLESS YOU LET REAL RESEARCHED EXPERIENCED EDUCATORS BE IN CHARGE OF IT AND NOT ELECTED OFFICIALS".  Do I want parents to step up and claim their children and claim their responsibilities to teach them just as much as their teachers do? YES! If they won't, do I think they should be made to??
I'm sure there are a lot more facets to this than I'm looking at right now (i.e. we are a huge, free nation that offers FREE public education to every person in this country and that is a heck of a heavy burden to carry compared to other countries whom we feel we need to measure up to somehow who only let their better students through to the top, unlike us where every kid goes through the whole nine yards before university), but I just feel like I'm suffocating at the thought of sending Chloe to school in the fall.
Anyone else watch this movie and have half-sane thoughts of running out to Home Depot right now for those boards and nails....?
And just in case anyone is wondering, I suck at politics.
AND...also, another kind of fun, non-brain-frying-suffocating show on Netflix to watch is Steven Fry in America. Basically what America looks like to England through the eyes of a sophisticated Brittish actor/comedian. AND I also watched a NOVA story on cracking the Maya Code. Fascinating stuff. 


Thursday, March 1, 2012

Church Bags

Once upon a time, the most magical sewing lady in the world approached me and asked me if I could recreate a favorite crocheted hat of her daughter's that was getting to be too small in exchange for some magical sewn project of hers.

I agreed without hesitation. She sent me the hat, I recreated it and made it bigger, then she in return made me a crochet bag for all of my yarn mess that I still oggle over whenever I pull it out. Which is daily, by the way. Since then, "trading" projects has been something of an excitement for me. Over Christmas we exchanged a crocheted headband earwarmer with flowers on it for a church bag for Chloe- I had seen it once on her blog forever ago for her little ones and desired it greatly, so trade we did. 





 ADORABLE, right?? And just perfect for church. She loves the thing and takes it with her everywhere she goes in Primary.
SO...I really wanted to have one of these for Linus as well, and while I would trust Katie with my life to make another one for Linus, I examined this bag closely and thought..."I could make this!".
Now, I am no magical sewing lady. No, not in the slightest. I have attempted a few sewing projects in my day, and by sewing projects I mean curtains. Easy, straight stitching curtains, right? The first set of curtains I made are still hanging in our bedroom and after I made them (combining interior decorating fabric with darkening material, which is the devil to sew in any shape or fashion), there were so many mistakes I vowed never to make curtains again. Unfortunately I had already purchased fabric with my mother in law to make another set of curtains for a large, cold window in our recreation room. And it sat in my mother in laws basement after we bought it.  FOUR YEARS LATER, when we had news that we would have a large amount of family out here for Christmas after the announcement of Amber's wedding, Craig timidly approached me and asked if it would be possible to make another set of curtains with that fabric sitting all lonely for so long for the window so it wouldn't look so bare. I bucked up and said yes...but only because I paid way more for that lonely fabric than I should have and I was too stubborn to spend any more money on that window.
The second attempt was more encouraging. Mostly because it didn't involve devil darkening material.

But sewing for fun? Could I do it? Could I embrace it? Could I make it my own?
SHAH!

Here is Linus's bag. Couple of notes: lots of mistakes. Not near as good as Katie's, but a successful first attempt I'd say.
 See this beautiful quilting here below? Katie gave me a huge tip and said that pre-quilted fabric would save me a lot of hair-pulling. It looks so tidy and neat, how could I say no??
 Except I had to. Because the pre-quilted fabric that they had at Joann's was not real masculine. And unfortunately I decided to browse around before I chose the least feminine pre-quilted fabric to use... and then Linus about dropped dead when he saw the dinosaur fabric. And I just couldn't deny him his boyish dinosaur rights. Which meant I had to attempt the impossible: machine quilting.
Then a few weeks ago I stumbled across someone's pinterest post about a quick and easy quilt where the woman had just stitched zig-zags across the fabric. I can totally do that. And I totally did because I am not good at "perfect", plus I have zero patience for anything I can't just do the first time I try. Who wants to deal with practicing?? Really.
So here are my cop-out, imperfect zig zags.
 And the point is Linus loves it and stuffed it full of every "Friend" magazine, coloring book, and colored pencil he could find in the house. That's really all that matters I guess. :-)

 Katie got this pattern here:
Art Case Tutorial
Here is the "easy" zig zag quilt I was talking about. Different Katie.
Zig Zag quilt