Faces

Leona's new cheezy smile!

Eh. What can I say? We're a cheezy bunch!

Magnet Board

This whole project started out as a desperate attempt to keep our three-year old busy in the car. With two upcoming long trips, and a girl who doesn't travel well, we needed something.

I printed a bunch of different pictures, laminated them and put magnets on the back. We'll take a cookie sheet (the dirty looking one in the pictures. sigh.) with us for her to play with.

Slightly chewy, but overall a success

Josie spent a good deal of time yesterday figuring out the best cooking method for a little red monster. She decided on the microwave for its ease of use and quick payoff.


Then she stood back and cheered for herself!

Is it wrong?

...that Josie has been in her crib for 3.5 hours when I know for certain that she only slept for 3? I mean she's happy and all. Hanging out. Talking. Laughing. Kicking her mattress. Exclaiming such things as "a-doy-doy-doy-doy." But she IS awake. Should I feel guilty that she's still in there? 'Cuz I don't.

Just wondering.

a slight change of plans

Josie decided she no longer wants this for Christmas. What can I say? She's a female and it is her prerogative to change her mind! Now she wants this. Lucky for her, I'm on the job...and having fun doing it!

410 for her birthday (4/10/08). Collective "aww." Thank you. I will also be putting MAIL on the mailbox, a removable wreath on the door. A girl's gotta change out her decor to match the season, you know. There will also be a window on the top left with a window box and removable flowers. And perhaps a string of Christmas lights.


This side will have a window which may or may not turn out to be a puppet stage of sorts. Not sure if there's enough room to do it justice.


There are two more ants joining this party plus some more picnic food. They will all be sewn onto a red and white checkered picnic blanket that will be removable with velcro. The sun and butterflies will also be removable. Then this whole side will turn (magically) into a snow scene.


The apples and lettuce are removable with velcro. The carrots slide in and out of the dirt. The corn will have a cornstalk that the corn will slide in and out of.

So, obviously, this is a work in progress. Otherwise known as a WIP if you're cool like that. Nothing is sewn down yet and I have a LOT more to add. The plan is also to make an inside complete with fireplace and kitchen. We'll see if that happens before December 25th!

4th of July

Again, I'm late, but that's okay. I wanted to post Fourth of July photos. And I will. Because I can.

My Patriotic Baby

Notice her mosquito bites . . . they love her just as much as her mama!
How cute is this little guy?! This is part of the Baby Parade.
That's actually a sneeze!
I always get emotional when the veterans walk by and everyone claps. I wonder what it must feel like for some of those men who came home to ignorance and disrespect, but now they're applauded! God Bless America!

Sweet Baby Boy

Sammy loved the parade (all except the loud fire engines!
It was kind of like a train wreck . . . you want to watch and yet you don't!)

Please, someone tell me what is so patriotic about a green golf cart that you
just have to ride it in the Fourth of July Parade?!

Now THAT'S patriotic . . . and yum!

"It happens everytime. They all become blueberries." (Willie Wonka)

So, I'm a little late posting this, but for posterity's sake, I must. (I'm sure my comma addiction was evident and completely incorrect in that sentence, but I don't care.)

Mom, Debby, Sammy, Caleb, Josie, and I went to pick blueberries at Conte's Farm. When we got there, we saw that the blueberries were $1.80 per pound for pick-your-own. Great! Then we saw that if you buy them already picked, they were $1.50 a pound. What?!?! That's just silly. So, we decided to go for Sammy's sake and get some, then buy a few boxes. So, we got on the wagon which Sammy thought was pretty cool (as did the child deep inside me . . . okay, it's not very deep!) We picked for about half an hour, and decided we were done. Turns out we had picked less than $3 worth of berries. Well, maybe I should say we came back to the cashier with less than $3 worth of berries. If they were smart business people, they would weigh three year olds before and after they go picking and charge you per pound gained!

Here are some photos. Yes, I know that it is unacceptable in the blogging world to post photo after photo, but since when did I listen to that rule?!


It was a fun wagon ride for everyone except Josie. It was so windy that she kept gasping!! Most of the time I pulled her bonnet way down and blocked the wind with my hand as best as I could! Poor little sweetie!