good morning, world.

listen.

life got busy.  MY GOODNESS.  there are so very many things I need to be working on.  BUt, sometimes, even if it's written down, i get totally overwhelmed, stand up to do something, spin in a circle and then sit back down because i don't know where to begin!  But, if i just spin in circles, i suppose i won't accomplish a thing.

so, i probably should start somewhere.  and just keep doing the things that need to be done.  and lucky for me, i have three "helpers" to "help" me.  

have you ever tried to build an igloo outta milk jugs.  totally overwhelming.

have you ever tried to drive to hobby lobby 80 times in a week to pick up random craft supplies and keep wishing there was a hobby lobby in the middle of all the 546 strores that are actually really close to your house?  completely overwhelming.

have you ever tried to buy winter-themed fleece at hobby lobby in the summer  and discovered (not surprised) that there's none, so the project becomes more complicated when suddenly you gotta add homemade snowflakes to solid colored fleece instead.  overwhelming.

(have you ever wondered what the bible school curriculum creators were thinking when they themed it Polar Extremes in the middle of July?)

have you ever had half your kitchen & half your family room flooring torn up in order to replace it with NEW NEW NEW wood floor! (garage sale special!!  yay!)  (i know you have, missy!)

have you ever had a really, really brilliant (not my brillance, someone else's) project to work on--that you REALLY want to spend time on...but have other fun but overwhelming things to work on.  overwhelming!

have you ever had a weekend full of all this stuff AND A QUARTER AUCTION??  I know, right?  overwhelming, but i HAVE to go.  it's too fun to miss (and i might be addicted.)

eeeeeeek!  but see.  now that i've written that all out, it doesn't seem so bad!
okay then...i guess starting with a shower would be good.  here i go!

I'm 28 now, ya know.  I should be able to accomplish miracles---since i'm SO OLD and SO WISE. (right?  wisdom comes with age? and i'm practically wrinkled.)

hugs and smooches and off i go!

happy friday!

It's monday morning.  and we woke up late.  and E1 is up while the little two still snooze.  and i have to shower. before everyone wakes up and everyone needs breakfast and...you know...

First things, first!  Baby Hugger shirts, featured on another blog!  Go here to ENTER TO WIN!!

Okay, so.  This is funny.  Well, during the moment I tried my hardest to maintain composure and not crack a smile, but oh, as soon as the moment was over, I ran to Matt & told him all about it and we cracked up (cracked up laughter.  not cracked up looney.) together.  Here's what happened:

I was cleaning the bathroom at about 11 last night. (i know.  but, it was gross.  and the day of rest was almost over.  and i never find/make time during the day to do it. so...)  I heard the bambina crying.  So, I went in.  Here's how the conversation went.

Me: Sweetie, what's wrong?
Her: Mooooom.  I'm having bad dreams! (through sobs)
Me: What about?  Tell me about your dream.
Her: Well the ...{mumble/choke/sob}....and hurting themselves!!
Me: What, sweetie?  Who is hurting themselves?
Her:  The piggies!!  The piggies are riding their bikes and they're falling off and giving themselves boo-boos!!!!

We talked through it, prayed for good dreams about rainbows, cupcakes & bunnies, and off I went.  I have to say that I'm so very glad that her bad dreams involve animals riding tricycles.  So glad her little brain hasn't had to endure some of the bad things that other kids probably dream about.  Lest you think my laughter is synonomous with non-sympathy, I gotta say that I felt so sorry for her because she was so upset.  And I never let on that I thought the mental picture of the falling, tricycle-riding pigs was absolutely hilarious.  I'll tell her when she's 16 25 and has a boyfriend with her.

And the little man.  Oh, boy.  He was going to bed the other night.  I was turned kissing the bambina goodnight.  And I heard a thud.  I turned around and saw that he had managed to launch himself over his crib rail and land forehead first on his dresser.  His waist was bend over his crib, his hands were holding on beside his waist and his head was planted on the dresser.  He couldn't get leverage to move.  He was just hanging out there.  Oh, I could have died laughing.  I didn't hide my laughter that time.  I couldn't help it.  I could hardly move, I was laughing so hard.  (He's fine.  Not even a bruise!)

Motherhood: so much laughter......among other emotions.

happy monday!

after 11 nights of being away from home, we're finally back!
there's a LOT of things to catch up on and in spite of the fact that the house was spotless when we left, it has officially exploded with new mail, newspapers, suitcases, toys that were oh-so-missed that they're scattered everywhere.

I tried to post this last night---but it wouldn't work.  Matt turned 30 yesterday, so happy birthday to him!  Here's the Birthday Boy and the Dead Deer.  Say hello to my new wall decor.  He was pretty quiet the whole way home.  Always content. (for the record I'm a redneck by marriage.  It's not in my blood.  Just so you know.  At least those van seats are leather and not velour)

catch you later!

Oh! And it's July 1st!  That means at some point today or tomorrow new pictures will be up.  Then you can see the cuter vacation pictures. :)