So I'm blogging, despite the fact that I have a kazillion things to do, and Emerson is climbing on the couch, constantly threatening to teeter off the edge and bounce on her head before coming to a complete stop. (Yeah, she did that a couple of weeks ago whilst eating some jelly beans...her new fave.) We've been supa busy, so I honestly don't have much to write about unless you want to hear more about refinishing furniture, how I lost the stripes battle in the new nursery, (It was better for the sake of our marriage) and painful poos due to the fact that we have traumatized Aiden with our potty training efforts and convinced him that holding it in is better. We are awesome! Grapes and prune juice are on the grocery list today.
Here are a few pictoral (doesn't the word pictoral feel like it should be followed by directory, as in church?) updates of what's been going on around here...
A true boy, Aiden has been smacking these suckas around. He was so proud of himself. Dumb useless things keep getting into our house. Remember this post? Probably not unless you've been with me for the past nearly four years...feel free to marvel at the hair change with Aiden. These things come out every year and I actually FINALLY googled them last night after noticing a disturbing pattern. We call them Mosquito hawks, but I never see them actually eating any mosquitos. Oh the things you can learn via google. The funny part is, that after I educated myself, I then educated my neighbor who asked me what the heck the things were whilst both standing in our yards swatting at them. Just call me Mr. Wizard. Full of useless science knowledge like how to collapse a gasoline can and what those flitty giant things are in our grass...
It's busy season in youth minister world. Jamin=gone all the time. Me=ready to KILL someone. Just when I was about to have a nervous breakdown and run away to a private arubian spa resort (after I secured a trusty baby sitter, of course...no DHR please) Jamin finally came back. FINALLY. He brought Aiden a pirate set from Disney (Emmy loves her Minnie Mouse) and he now runs about screaming ARGHHHHHH! constantly from the tops of various pieces of furniture.
Please someone else tell me they sometimes cry themselves to sleep at night when they are constantly left to deal with the kiddies. Humor me. Lie to me. Tell me you've been put in an institution so I don't feel like the biggest wimp in the world...
We've made some minor changes to the house out front. We have a giant tree on its way, soon, and are now waiting for the rose bushes to come out. I was a bit hesitant to show the front of my house since I don't want any stalkers to come and steal my babies, and then I remembered I can alter it a bit in photo shop to throw said stalkers off. Or did I? Either way, I guess you can just look for the house with the two giant urns out front if you really want to come and get me, but then you would have to get past my security system/GIANT dog with ULTRA sharp teeth...
My point..
Scored these suckas at WALMART of all places. Thanks, better homes and gardens. I refuse to be snooty about where I score my finds, and can't afford to be anyway. So here ya go. Gardening section. They're huge. I took a pic of Emmy for sizing placement...I filled them with moss phlox. Cascading flowering thingies. I can't wait for them to cascade. I keep walking out of my front door, expecting the cascade to occur.
I'm nesting. What can I say?
Oh yeah, and then I decided I needed a wreath on the front door, so I scooped up Emerson and headed to Hobby Lobby, who was having a fifty percent off sale on all their flowers. I made this wreath in ten minutes with a glue gun, one of their little wooden wreaths, and flowers of my choice. Price: 25 dollars. Price at Target: 100. No lie. Ridic.
Good story. I'm off to tea stain a shelf and move the toys from the playroom so we can paint. And by we, I mean Jamin. Have a fabulous week!
