Happy Mothers Day!

Mom, thank you for everything you do for us to make and keep us a family! I love you!

Git along little dawgie

Mo: Gwamma, Gwamma, come, come, come!
(she drags me down the hall from the laundry room)
Me: What's wrong?
Mo: Gwamma, Gwamma, Gwamma.... come, come, come!
Me: OK!
Mo: (Jumps up onto a kitchen chair and points out into the backyard) Look! LOOK! Is a COWBOY!!!!!!!!!!
(there is our yard guy mowing in his straw brimmed hat)
Mo: IS A COWBOY GWAMMA BUT WHAT HE IS RIDING?

She's so darned funny!

I want to sail away...

I want to sail away...yea... Actually I want my sail to stay. Ryan started on our shade sail today over the back patio and I love it. It reminds me of a funky piece of sculpture. Wait until you see it with the shade sail actually mounted. Oh boy, I'm excited!

Pigtails, balloons and probably not coming out of the closet anytime soon

You know, I'm not really sure how those three things connect and somehow they are all probably related to Kevin Bacon but in the interest of brevity (hey, quit laughing, you know I am a woman of few, few words...and BTW I saw that eye roll) I'll just get straight the point(s) and leave you to figure out the Kevin Bacon thing (if you don't understand what I'm talking about it's truly OK, It made sense inside my head and then when it escaped onto this screen I realized the thought might need a translator) Oh gosh, why did I start this post anyway? Oh yeah, I remember now...

First be prepared for a big "awwwwww". Oh gosh, Morgan in braids just makes my heart melt.

And nothing says child like balloons. Perhaps Winnie the Pooh said it best, "Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon”.


And listen, this really isn't child abuse of any form. I have a big laundry room closet. The girls take turns taking their naps in there each day. However, I told them on Friday we will empty another shelf and they can BOTH take their naps at the same time in the closet. Oh joy. Poor Julia. Look at all the fun stuff she misses being at school.

And see, hardly any words at all here. In fact it's almost just a picture book of a post with no verbage. I'm cool like that, ya know?

And no more coffee for me today. At all. Period.

Sigh.

Happy 7th Anniversary Greg and Megan

We love you both!

All about Steve, sorta

Well, Sunday my Mom and Steve and I made the invitations for his 60th Birthday party which is on May 30. It's an astronomy party and I have two big telescopes being set up and four people coming to tell us all about the sky and let us look at cool things. Here's the invitations. Aren't they cool? Steve did the water color part. My Mom did the coloring and attaching and I did the stamping and the envelopes.

And next, this morning Steve came in from the garden. I was laying in bed. "Guess what?" he said, almost jumping up and down (his broken foot stopped that, however) My artichoke has two baby artichokes on it! Yup, the plant he put into the garden is producing and this is one really happy fella.

This is one sweet guy. And he's not even mad at me for waking him up in the middle of the night to talk. He's a keeper.

Needles and maybes

So... earlier in the week I had a call from a fairly large catalog company asking if I would consider writing a ZippyStrippyQuilt book for kids. I whipped up six page and sent it off and should hear next week. I'm nervous, excited but mostly thinking they won't like it.

They also asked me if I could write instructions for and design a memory quilt for parents to make about their children. I came up with what I think is a good idea, had my friend Roxie help me figure out the measurements, etc. drew up a watercolor board and sent it off as well. No word on that either.

Either way, this was a fun thing to do and flattering. I'm just not sure how it's gonna fly.

But it has pretty much consumed the last few days. Keep your fingers crossed for me, K?

And today I went to my next door neighbor again in my quest for anti-aging on my face. I had something called needling done on all the deep wrinkles. Ummm... well... should I have Steve take a picture of me? It might scare you. I'm very curious what will happen but for the next five days apparently I am going to look slightly freakish...like someone with some really, really bad halloween makeup on.

And now I'm exhausted. And heading for the couch. And trying not to scrinch up from the needle marks on my face.

And thinking as I do fairly often these days...

Getting old sure isn't for sissies...

Sigh.