Friday, August 28, 2015

Pack It Up

We're moving this weekend and in my free time (yeah, right!) I've been thinking about what I will miss about this apartment.  The list is short- our dining area and the board over my sink, both of which I kinda made "me."  I wonder if the difference in using and appreciating a space relates to how much of yourself you put into it.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Name Changer

When Mayhem first started "talking" I was Mama.  The day we went to the zoo this past January I became Mommy.  Two days ago, Mama again!  Identity crisis?  Maybe.  Who knows who I'll be in another six months.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Moving Again



7 AM


5 PM

Guess what?  

That's our new home!  

We're suckers for a fixer-upper and we've definitely got our work cut out for us, but still excited.

More to come, you know, later.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Summer, May-July 2015

If you're on your phone I suggest swapping to a computer.  This post contains nearly allllll the pictures I've taken in the past two months, mostly in chronological order.  It's a lot.  And this is what's been keeping me from writing, besides laziness and Internet availability, of course.

Here we go!

 

This horse was such a sweet pest.  She kept sniffing my hair, my clothes, she tried to pull one of my shoes off.

 
Poppies in May

 
Poppies in May


One thing that's kept me busy has been more work.  Boots and I started a lawn care business in May.  Boots does the cutting and such and I am weeder nĂºmero uno.  This is the flower bed in front of the horse three pictures above.  It took me seven hours to weed it one day and since then everything has grown and gotten so beautiful.  You'll see that a little later.
 
 
Boots and Mayhem catching a quick nap while waiting for my sister's graduation to start.
 
 
We finally made a nurse out of this girl!
 
 
We graduated this sister from high school.  It rained, we got soaking wet, and looked like rats.
 
 
My daddy finally got a boy that wants to drive all of his tractors.
 
 
It's a little difficult figuring out how to ride babies on rocking horses.
 
 
We also graduated my cousin from high school. 
 
 
Vacuum cleaner Mohawk!
 
 
Too early one morning.
 
 
This was Mayhem's first attempt at putting his shoes on.
 
 
Figuring out the pattern for my quilt squares one night in the living room floor.
 
 
Our waterfall in our VBS room.
 
 
Pinning the layers of my sister's baby's quilt that I'm working on.
 
 
I have no words for this mess.
 
 
He sleeps just like his daddy- flopped around everywhere with the blankets ripped off.
 
 
The zinnias and gladiolas one early June morning.
 
 
Tiny recliner for a tiny man.
 
 
Peek-a-boo!
 
 
I'm always washing dishes and it always looks like this.  Ay yi yi!
 
 
 This is "my" garden at my uncle's house before the okra grew up past our heads,
 
 
before the tomatoes grew up and we cut the blackberry vines back,
 
 
and before we pulled up the dead English peas and the squash grew so wide you can't walk around it.
 
 
My couch looks like this a couple times a week, too. 
  
 
Putting penguins in the house I built him. 
 
 
Isn't this hibiscus beautiful?  Plus, Mayhem in the background mocking the dog yawning.
 
 
Riding the horsie!
 
 
Fabric shopping!
 
 
Purchases from our favorite fabric store.
 
 
We picked blueberries for five hours one morning.  8 (or was it 9?) of these pans full.
 
 
 
"Take Scout pit-churr!"
 
 
"Take them pit-churr!"
 
 
I love taking sleeping pictures of him.
 
 
 
 
A new cow trough swimming pool.
 
 
Shasta daisies in July
 
 
Sunflowers in July
 
 
Indoor fishing
 
 
Fighting a fever from too many ant bites

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Dear Bite,

Your days are numbered, buddy.  The tiny human is afraid you may starve to death and he plans to prevent that by overfeeding you!  He knows where the food is kept and has figured out how to get it by moving a chair and taking the bowl off the microwave.

Gotta go, he's fixing my supper now!

X|

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Finally Finished


I think I started this quilt in November.  My quilting skills have improved, but there is much to be desired in the binding department.


Oy.


Ay yi yi!


Oh, after you spend several months warning a kid not to touch the quilt because it has pins in it that will stick them, you're going to have some explaining to do when you try to wrap them up in it.

"Not like quilt, Mommy!  Not like!"
"Why?  What's wrong?"
"Have pins in it, Mommy!"