Saturday, May 24, 2008
My Central American napkins (matching tablecloth stowed away) rescued from my mother-in-law's garage sale pile. Mom has brown ones like these, and I have always hated them. Then I saw them in green....Another napkin. And a crystal bread box holding currently-being-read books, an unused bookmark I made for Jay, remotes, pens and Jason's outdated glasses that I can't take him seriously in (poor guy). And the little African animals that I've had to glue over and over, due to my klutzy hand at dusting.
Pink roses from the yard, in a pretty (antique?) pitcher Leslie gave me for my birthday. She's generally a good gift-picker! I say generally......
My flecky bowl! Bought off Lynette at the church yard sale. It's cradling a cinnamon-sugar mixture for monkey bread.
My African violet, purchased at the same yard sale, perched in a cute little antique enamelware bowl from my friend Carrie. It was a birthday present too.
And the dragon. Behold. I bought him off the yard sale as a gag gift for Leslie. But by the time I had hurtled home, he became a keeper. It's a planter, but wouldn't it be great for holding dip or hot salsa? heh heh.
Monday, May 19, 2008
These shots from another day are before clean-up. She was extremely pleased to be sitting in her brother's chair.
Here we are before going to a Mother-Daughter Tea last Saturday. Helen is wearing her "new" sparkly princess slippers that I picked up at our church's mega yard sale. Daddy told her to SMILE so she gave it her best. I'm 33 1/2 weeks pregnant here (that's out of 40 for those of you who didn't know.)
Helen and her cousin Abby didn't have posing on their day's agenda.
Her first mother-daughter event.
Finally....the food! She managed to stay non-messy, but she made up for it by flooding her diaper while Aunt Mary Jane was holding her. Sorry about your dress, Aunt Mary Jane! But at least that was a little less embarrassing for me than being told by a grocery store employee, while I was emptying my food onto the conveyor belt, "Ma'am! I've been watching your cart, and something is leaking--I think it's your daughter's diaper. Yes, it is, even her little feet are wet!" With my face flaming, I looked back to see the drippy trail. Clean up on aisle 5!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Made these pumpkin-apple muffins recently. So good, I had to make them again. The kids and I enjoyed delivering one batch to Sav-A-Life volunteers and one to neighbors.Muffin picking lichen off the climbing tree.
Muffins enjoying a perfect spring evening.
Muffins traveling to a strawberry party, bearing strawberry cupcakes, or pupcakes like Helen said.
And show-off muffin.
Friday, May 2, 2008
(Some of the farm's neighbors have Jason and his dad working on their people skills!)
1. If you live next to a corn field and own pigs, build a fence using one strand of barbed wire knee-high off the ground. Free hog feed! Everyone loves a bargain. When the farmer asks if you know who owns the pigs, deny any knowledge, but do request a hog for barbecuing if he happens to shoot one.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Helen and all the contents of her room need to be moved over to Owen's room, so the baby can have the nursery. We have a second crib, dismantled in the basement, that must be set up in Owen's room for a few days/weeks before the move, in order to ease her transition. As far as the decor goes, I found a red crib sheet at the Economy Shop, which is the color I need to effectively pull off the boy/girl room sharing thing....now for red twin sheets so I can get rid of the ratty Pooh set that I HATE.
Besides the color scheme dilemma, there is the tiny little logistical problem of her clothing storage. Boy clothes are simple: several colors of T-shirts, both short sleeve and long sleeve; shorts; jeans; socks; a few pairs of shoes; fire jammies; Elmo underwear. Girl clothes: ALL colors of short-sleeve shirts, long-sleeve shirts, tanks, skirts, jeans, pants, sweats, capris, shorts, sweaters, and badoodles of dresses with coordinating diaper covers. Pajamas and nightgowns. Socks and tights. Dozens of shoes spilling out of the closet--white sandals, black sandals, brown sandals, sturdy play sandals, prissy dress sandals, play sneakers, nice sneakers, princess shoes, slippers. And we've got 5 dresser drawers and 2 hanging organizers with which to work.
Baby boy's clothes, blankets and burp rags are in good order, but need to be tucked away into the changing table/dresser currently occupied by Helen's wardrobe.
I could go on and on.
But then, my personality is suited to working well under pressure. When else should you study for exams but late-late the night before? Of course not for an hour or two each night the week preceding! How boring. Why plan all the meals for the week in one sitting? Torture! And plans change anyway. You never know when you'll need a trip to McDonald's.
Fortunately for us, Helen already loves Owen's room, and will trot off to his bed on her own accord, whether it be for snuggling on the pillow at naptime or for assuming the diaper changing position. I'm just not sure how the take-over will fly with her sometimes-territorial brother.