On the road again

Through my church and MOPS group, I have met a wonderful group of gals. A few of them are extra special to me because they drag my butt out of bed at 5:30 in the morning, three days a week to go running. Something I dearly miss. Thank you Denise, Michelle, and Betsy...and my new friends Stacey, Tracy, and Michelle...I look forward to many early mornings and a few less pounds!!!

What have we done???

I walk outside on a daily basis to survey they yard. Why? Why would we go and tear up a perfectly nice lawn??? It's all supposed to be over in about 10 days. What? Only 3 months behind schedule? Did I mention that its almost 100 degrees outside? And we are stuck staring at the mess that we've actually PAID someone to make!!! Kinda makes your head spin. Oh well. I'm hoping that I'll be writing again in 10 days to post pictures of our beautiful pool, patio and usable backyard.

Ellery's cheeseburger

I really try not to eat fast food, but there are those nights when you just have too much going on and that's all you can do. Last night was one of them. We were heading out to run a few errands, pick up Joe from work and get to church for my MOPS Steering meeting. On the way, we hit the golden arches for some grease, I mean food. Ellery wanted a cheeseburger happy meal (with the apples...so there was something healthy!) so that's what I got her. After our first stop, she asks me, "Mommy, where is my sandwich?" Huh, I think? What? How exactly do you loose a cheeseburger when you are strapped into your car seat? (Another thing I said would no longer happen...food in my car.) Anyway, we stop at Daddy's work to drop off his dinner and I climb into the back of the Odyssey to hunt for the sandwich. Not in the backseat. Not in her chair. Not in the cup holder. Not under the seat. Not in the trunk. (We're running out of places here.) We have to head to my meeting, so no more burger hunt. As we're pulling into the church, Ellery says, "Oh...mommy...its in my belly. I already ate it." Problem solved.

Shots and Kindergarten

As we're beginning the school enrollment (at the moment I've decided against home schooling...or against ME home schooling) we've received a notice that Miss Molly is missing a shot. Not sure how, but could it have been the three moves and three changes in pediatricians since she's been born??? Anyway, I just told her that we need to take her in to get a shot so she can go to Kindergarten. She says, "that's OK mom, I won't go to school." Just like that. She'll stay home with me, no going to school. Well....OK then...

Another "I can do that" creation

This was a joint effort with my Uncle Rick. (See earlier postings about wall words.) This sign has been in my head (a few different versions) for a couple of years now. The original version was painted, but after hand painting the sign in Grady's room (another picture I should post) I decided that there had to be another way. And there is...my Uncle Rick. You see, he owns a business that cuts all the vinyl lettering for signs and cars and misc other stuff. Now, thanks to me and my bright (read: time consuming) ideas...he can do home decor as well! Ok, so the sign...another one of my "I can do that" thoughts. So easy, right? Joe cuts the board, I prime and paint it, then wait, then weather it, blah, blah, blah, trim, paint, blah...how many days later??? Good old Uncle Rick cut the lettering for me, so all I had to do was rub it on. I LOVE IT!!! Thanks Uncle Rick! I'll send pics of the other ones....when I get them done! Oh...and if anyone is oh-so-impressed by my handy work and would like to order words...just let me know and I'd be happy to help!

End note: The side says Laundry, or the Laundry, or wash room, or something like that in French. Anyone???

I am in love....

...with my latest creation that is! I have a few friends that have just had or are about to have babies and I cannot give a gift without a little homemade touch...that's just me. Plus, what baby doesn't need a personalized onsie??? Anyway, just had to share!

I finally finished it!

This is supposed to be a dress, or at least that was the plan. I was knitting the girls the same dresses but in different colors. They would start out as dresses, and as the girls grew, we could use them at tops. So...does that tell you how long this took? By the time I finished it, Ellery can only wear hers as a top. (That's ok...I never did find the argyle tights that I wanted to go with this.) Molly's has been done for some time now, but Ellery's I just completed. I think I started this project when I was pregnant with Grady. His first birthday is in a week. Does that tell you how long these took!?!? Another thing about me...I LOVE to start projects. I love the idea of doing project. Craft, sewing, painting, building...any kind of projects. Its the finishing part that's hard. So, one of my goals...finish all the projects I have started. One down...32 to go...

Just a little something funny

My DH works so hard and is a bit stressed. Well, this became very evident yesterday when he opened up his email to find an email from none other than....himself! =) You see people talking to themselves...now the latest is emailing themselves! Honey...you need a break...or at least a break from that Blackberry!!!

Ellery's descriptions of things

Ellery has the most wonderfully perfect descriptions for things. Like when she's trying to explain to us about how the bottom of her foot "itches" after she been sitting on it. You know, how your foot falls asleep? She calls it "sparkles." Mama, my foot is sparkly. Perfect! Also, the adrenaline rush feeling is the wiggles (see earlier post.) Well, her latest....she had a little tummy ache the other day. We weren't really sure what kind, so we start asking questions...do you feel like you want to throw up? Did you bonk it? Do you need to poop? You know...the usual questions! =) She says, "Mommy, I think my cream cheese and crackers turned over in my tummy." Isn't that exactly what it feels like?

Baby book events

Grady has figured out how to go back down the stairs. Lucky for me, becuase now he doesn't stand at the top of the playroom stairs (all 3 of them) and scream for me to come get him.

June's Pictures