A quick stop in at my blog.

OK!

I admit it.

These pictures are a little out dated.

It's been crazy, busy hectic around here lately and I haven't had time to download any new pictures.



Hell, it's taken me over 2 months to update my blog.

I have a lot of pictures of the Girl like this one. As soon as she sees me pointing the camera in her direction, she runs toward me. No amount of pleading or cajoling will convince her to stay in one spot. I do love the close ups, even if they are of only half her face.

We finally got our business up and running and have been running like crazy people ever since. It's going really well and we have all begun to adjust to this new lifestyle. It's been a big adjustment for the kids not having me home with them all the time, but when the Man is done his job we can take turns being at the store and at home with them. We all happened to be home at the same time a few nights ago and the boy says, "Finally, we're all together again. Like a family." I am sensing mild, separation anxiety. Ha ha.

The Boy - Cussin' like a sailor.


I was out for supper with mom and the kids the other night. A lady stopped to chat and when she walked away from the table, I asked the Boy if he knew who that lady was. He said no and when I told him he said, "What the Hell!" Ha ha ha! I had to hide my face behind my cup so he wouldn't see me laughing. When I regained myself, I said, "What did you say?" He repeated, "What the Hell!" Same tone and expression as the first time. I explained to him that that's not a word that kids say, yadda yadda yadda, to which he replied, "Well, mom. I was really surprised." No wonder he has been nicknamed "Professor" by his uncles.

The Girl - Resident Artiste





The girl LOVES to do crafts. The first thing she asks for in the morning is to do some kind of craft, usually painting. Our tiny house is FULL of "boody-ful" and "fab-a-lus" one-of-a-kind originals.


She paints something for everyone she knows and loves to give them their paintings when they come to visit. She will even remember, weeks after painting a picture, who that particular painting was intended for.

Creative and generous, that's my baby!


We had a movie night on Friday night because mommy was BAGGED! The Girl finished her movie and we were going to watch Chicken Little. Well, she wasn't ready to be done with Max and Ruby and proceeded to have a little fit, stomping her feet and proclaiming LOUDLY, "I don't wanna watch Chicken Noodle!" The boy and I started to laugh, which only fueled the tantrum and foot stomping until SHE realized what she had said. She stopped in mid-stomp and started to laugh. A big, deep belly laugh. It was too funny.

And by the way, she loved Chicken Little.