So stinkin' cute
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Hello 100-year-old bookcases, that refinished perfectly with the antique dining set.
Pillars are nearly moulded and finished.
Some un-aggravating day, we'll have a meal in here with the savages.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
At the Children's Museum, after seeing the other kids walking around with faces painted:
Well, of course, let's find it.
And we go through the maze, ask directions, get lost, stop at the bathroom, get distracted, and finally find the face painting booth.
It is do-it-yourself.
Of course it is do-it-yourself, and we left our artist daddy down two levels and somewhere else.
And Alida says, "I want my whole face to be a butterfly."
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Instead of selling the swing set.
We decided to move it.
So, as I was watching Patric dismantle the slide, I wandered out and made the most stupid comment of the month:
"You know, I think we can just move this thing ourselves. It's not that far."
We each got under a side of the hulking thing, and we started counting.
"Wait! On three or after three?"
"Here we go."
"One, two, THREE!"
And Patric takes off across the yard with his half of this thing that I now hate like he's an 18-year-old boy.
I, on the other hand, feel like an 80-year-old woman as I lunge, my body going and the swing set staying.
"Wait! Let's try again."
"One, two, THREE!"
And my hulk-like self starts to see the stake that is holding my side in the ground come loose from the dirt where it has lodged itself this past year, as Patric starts to essentially run circles around me with his side lifted lightly in his hands.
And as I finally rip my side from the ground and begin to make some forward progress, he falls over with laughter.