We are ready..
Today was a capri and flip-flop kind of day..
Ashley has even mastered pumping her legs and swinging herself (YAY!).
We are ready..
Today was a capri and flip-flop kind of day..
Ashley has even mastered pumping her legs and swinging herself (YAY!).
Some of the more notable happenings of our weekend:
- Levi turned 3.
- Hallie turned 12, and made us feel our age.
- The hotel turned 1!!
- We had an actual date. (Post to come.)
- We submitted (yet again) to daylight savings time.. how have Hawaii and Arizona not fallen apart all these years without messing with their clocks? (In other words: what a pain!)
- Taught my lesson a week early and it went so well! There was great discussion and no tears (that fell anyway) from my eyes. That is a rarity as I weep over just about everything!
- Enjoyed our Sunday together as a family, all snuggled in our bed eating snacks and watching movies and our weekly Simpson’s (of course), which left me with Cheez-It crumbs in my side of the bed.
I love when I get a creativity bug.
I don’t love when it is for various projects of multiple mediums.
I have fabric projects in line..
Jewelry to make.
Scrapbook layout ideas coming out of my ears!!
Two crocheting projects going on..
Some re-decorating and up-cycling to go with that..
I have another digital online class to do and I really am excited to do it..
And the weather outside is gorgeous!! I want to be there, playing and snapping pictures of the kids having fun.
See, I have just too much fun stuff to do!
So it pains me even more that I find this cute freebie from one of my all time favorite designers, and I have a hot date to attend to.
Sigh..
It seems that a childhood house guest of my family, has taken up residence in my home with my little family.
He/she is fondly known as the “Not Me Ghost”.
He/she makes frequent appearances, but isn’t seen by anyone when he/she shows up.
We only see the aftermath.
When things are askew, something broken, a mess made, my favorite treat polished off, garbage on the floor, or other unpleasant happenings occur, and the question is asked, “Who did this?” it is answered by a chorus of “Not me!” (I am positive that this will be Peyton’s next learned phrase.)
And there you have it, the “Not Me Ghost” has paid us a visit.
I have noticed his/her visits are happening more frequently, and so have our little talks about honesty, and making good choices.
I wish I could remember how long it took until the “Not Me Ghost” stopped visiting my house growing up.. I wonder if he/she visits there now, of course only to visit our offspring, my parents grandchildren.. maybe relive a few fond memories?
Maybe the more frequent visits will make it necessary to finish one of those basement bedrooms just for his/her comfort.
I would hate to not be hospitable.
I guess I am older than I think..
I thought that 30 was a big milestone, and it is, but according the the AARP, I hit that milestone 20 years ago.
That would have made my mom 6 and 1/2 years old when I was born.
I have really been receiving these mailings since I turned 18.
That was fun.
I became an adult, but someone else thought that I was beyond that point already.
I love how they are there for me…
When I laughed, then laughed again, then laughed some more as I took pictures of my special mail, Merrill said, “I guess I really got a cougar.”
Sure thing babe. ;)