Thursday, March 31, 2011

Different Verse.

I am continually delighted with the differences between my two kids. I think the differences seem more obvious sometimes because one is boy and the other is a girl, but it's safe to say the difference lies in their personalities as well.

One difference I've found myself subconsciously creating are the songs I sing as their lullabies. With Cub, his lullaby was a French lullaby that my Mom used to sing to me. I've mentioned it here before, but it goes something like this:

Dodo, Dodo,
Fermer, fermer, tes beaux yeux,
Dodo, Dodo,
Fermer tes beaux yeux!

(Pardon any incorrect grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. My last French class took place in college in 2003 and my mother last sung this song to me in the early nineties. It's been a while.)

It essentially means, "Night-Night, Night-Night, Close your beautiful eyes".

It's soft and sweet and was perfect for my snuggly, big blue-eyed Cub. It's still perfect for him. He loves to cuddle when he first wakes up in the morning or after naps, and I still sing it to him during those cuddle times.

For Naomi, I've found myself singing "You Are My Sunshine", another song my Mom used to sing to me. It can be soft or it can be bright (kind of like the rays of the sun!), both of which are telling of Naomi's personality. She snuggles while I sing it to her at night and bounces with bright delight when I sing it to her during the day. She really is our sunshine!

What about you? Do you have a specific lullaby you sing to your baby or child? Or, if you have more than one child, do you have more than one song?

Have a lovely day!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Besides the coo of our baby girl or the husky "GOOD MORNING!" from our big boy, my husband and I have vastly different morning alarms on our phones. I'm guessing it is telling of our personalities (or maybe just our attitudes towards mornings).

My alarm is "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" as performed by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole.

Birds singing. Rainbows. Acoustic. Happy.

My husband's alarm?

Play it. I dare you.

Wait about twenty seconds into the song until it sounds like squirrels on crack running in circles in a swarm of locusts. On the electric guitar. THAT'S the part of the song my husband selected as his alarm.

Then imagine waking up to it at 6:30.

It makes no sense to me, seeing as this is not the kind of music he listens to anyway. But WOW.

He wakes up slowly, blinking, and fumbles for his phone so he can turn it off. Meanwhile, I'm clinging to the ceiling with eyeballs the size of saucers.


What's your morning wake-up call (besides, of course, your kiddos!)?

Have a lovely day!

Monday, March 28, 2011


After hearing rave reviews from several friends concerning the amazingness that is Greek yogurt, I decided I would forego my Brown Cow and give it a try. Apparently, Greek yogurt is typically prepared with sheep milk or goat milk rather than cow milk and the water is strained out, making it a bit more dense than the regular variety (and it has twice the protein).

When we happened upon the yogurt section at our local grocery store, I found that the Greek yogurt was in the same grouping as my regular favorites, such as Brown Cow, Horizon, and Stonyfield. I saw this brand first so I grabbed it up, as shopping with two little ones leaves very little time for perusing or considering. Survival is the priority.

I put the kiddos down for naps and settled in front of the TV to try my new yogurt. Just as I was opening the package, a commercial for Chobani yogurt came on. No joke. I hadn't even heard of it before! So, I grabbed a spoon and tried a bite.

Oh, y'all. Oh. AMAZING.

The texture is what makes it, for me. So thick and creamy. I tried the vanilla and wasn't a huge fan of the flavor, but the raspberry, blueberry, pomegranate, and strawberry definitely aim to please! Delicious. And, the kiddos love it. Cub asks for it every morning for breakfast, so I divvy up one container between the three of us (Naomi is also a huge fan). Just as I was typing this post, Cub walked in and saw the picture and exclaimed, "Let's go to the grocery store and get some yogurt!"

Good idea, Buddy!

We've tried Stoneyfield's Oikos yogurt as well and it's tasty, but Chobani is by far our favorite (both are made with cow's milk, I believe). I think it's safe to say everyone in the family is happy that my impulsive thinking resulted in Chobani. Yay for yummy yogurt ... especially one that everyone loves!

Have a lovely day!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Here We Go ...

My life this week ...



6:00pm--We decide that, despite our home being unsold, we are going to take a risk and put a contingency offer on the house that we want, on Monday morning. We realize we just love the house and want to make a move. We're nervous, but excited.


10:00am--Out of the blue, we receive an offer on our house.

10:01am--We are in total disbelief.

1:00pm--We counteroffer. Totally HGTV-esque. Huddled around the cell phone.

2:00pm--They accept. Our house now has a sale pending, earnest money and all. The buyer unknowingly chooses my birthday as the closing date. We are shocked, to say the least! We will now be homeless in six weeks if we don't get the house we want. :)

10:00pm-11:00pm--My husband and I sit on the floor of our bedroom, surrounded by superfluous paperwork, initialing and signing the offer we've accepted on our home while simultaneously initialing and signing the offer we want to put on the home we want, while our realtor directs us on speaker phone.

12:00am--We crash into bed, emotionally and physically exhausted.


8:00am--While feeding Naomi breakfast, I receive word from my brother that my NIECE IS HERE!! Nadia Jane, born at 7:44am. 8 pounds and perfect. I'm bummed that they are states away, but rejoicing that she's HERE! She and Naomi will be less than a year apart and I know that, no matter what happens with the day, it is a blessed day, because Nadia is here and everyone is healthy. The gift of life is a miraculous one!!

8:15am--Naomi and I take our offer and earnest money to the realtor's office.

12:00pm--We learn that we will not hear back from the seller until the following day.

We wait.


9:30am--I go to Bible Study and am contacted by our realtor to sign more paperwork. Our offer to the seller will expire at 5:00pm.

4:00pm--The seller counteroffers.

4:10pm--We counteroffer.

More waiting.

And unsightly cupcake consumption.


9:30am--Our realtor calls. They've accepted our counteroffer and want to close on the same date (my birthday). We scream and jump and cry.

Oh, and guess what?

Today is my husband's birthday.


To say that we are floored, stunned, overwhelmed, and overjoyed would be an understatement. We are thrilled and humbled.

We know that a lot could happen between now and closing--I've heard enough scary stories that I won't have peace until all of the documents are signed and done! But, for now, we are giddy and excited, giving God the glory for a plan we couldn't have possibly dreamt up ourselves.

Trust me. I've had some pretty crazy dreams. ;)

And the adventure begins!

Have a lovely day.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Status: Absent.

For Lent this year, I decided to give up Facebook.

I really don't miss it at all. Its absence has been as beneficial as I thought it would be, for me. It very easily eats up too much of my time. I love the way it makes communication a breeze, but I hate the way I allow myself to get sucked in and spend more time on there than I should (meaning, any time at all!), when my time could be used in ways that are so much more valuable.

Ironically, I'm blogging more! After taking a Facebook pause, it's like my brain opened up and heaved a sigh of relief. Creativity! Once again! Rather than updating my status throughout the day, I'm focusing on writing about my life. This blog is my journal and every day I've been able to sit down at a designated time, write a post, be done with it and move on with my life. Love it.

On Easter morning, I hope I can step back into Facebook with better perspective. Or just maybe take a smaller step than I usually do. We shall see.

The discipline I have taken up is memorization and I am memorizing 1 Peter 1. God laid this passage on my heart and it has come alive to me in these past few weeks. It's amazing how the absence of distraction and the presence of focus can allow life to be enjoyed in an entirely new dimension. It seems like a deep realization for such a simple concept.

Which, of course, makes me question why it takes something like Lent to get me there in the first place!

Have a lovely day.

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Lovely Lentil (Part One).

So, lentils.

I can't say that the thought of eating lentils ever crossed my mind until my friend Leslie mentioned them on her blog (and made them look delicious). I had heard of them before, but I honestly had no idea what they were (it turns out they are legume-ish).

I found some at the grocery store and wasn't sure what kind to buy, so I picked up some pretty green ones that looked an awful lot like peas. I like peas. I had a rather crazy day on Friday and needed some kind of project to which I could focus all of my attention, and I opened my cupboard to see that bag of green lentils. A-ha! Time to try a new recipe.

Thanks to my enormous creativity that caused me to Google "green lentil recipe", I came upon this tasty dish. I was pretty stoked that I actually had most of the ingredients (there was a little substitution here and there) and I was excited to try something new.

I am proud to present "Katie's Foray Into Lentils, Part One".

Exhibit A:
The Parents' Dish
Green lentils with sauteed shallots, carrots, celery, garlic, and fresh tomatoes, mixed with a homemade dijon dressing, served with roasted shrimp seasoned with lemon and pepper.

My husband devoured the shrimp and ate most of the lentils. Was a little cautious at first, but felt that overall the dish was tasty. Two thumbs up. I agreed that the lentils were a little different, but good, and the seasoning made them yummy and the shrimp was great.

Exhibit B:
The Cub's Dish
Aforementioned lentil mixture, with shrimp chopped up in easy-to-eat pieces.

Liked the shrimp, not too crazy about the lentils. However, he did eat half of what we gave him, which is the requirement at our dinner table. Good boy.

Exhibit C:
The Mouse's Dish
Aforementioned lentil mixture, pureed, sans shrimp.

She inhaled it like she inhales everything, now that she is eating table food (FLAVOR, Mom! Flavor!!).

I liked that this recipe was easy and cost-efficient (shrimp is pricey, but I bought the frozen cheap-o brand and there was enough for this meal and another). The ingredients were simple enough for the kiddos, but tasty enough for the adults. Yay!

I found another lentil recipe that involves some bacon and I'm going to give that a try. Everything tastes good with bacon, right?

Thanks for joining me in this lentil adventure. And thank you to Leslie for inspiring me!

Have a lovely day.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Not Good For Resale.

The other night I had this dream:

My husband and I are looking at a house and it's PERFECT! A big kitchen, great gathering room, large yard, inviting master suite ... we're simply in awe. As we go up the stairs to see the children's rooms, we ooo and ahhh at the view through the windows. We're shocked that something so nice could be in our price range!

Our realtor then suggests we check out one thing. She opens one of the doors next to the children's rooms.

And there is the garage.


We push the button to open the overhead doors and sure enough, they open to reveal a dizzying view of the driveway, ten feet below.

We shake our heads and try to figure out how we could make this work. Okay, so we can't park in the garage. Meh! We can figure something else out, right? Right?? Upstairs shop? Basketball court??

Then our realtor tells us it miiiiiight not be so great for the resale value.

Oh, yeah. Good point.

Then I wake up, laughing my head off.

You can tell where most of my time and energy have been spent these past few weeks. I think it's time for a break!!

Have a lovely day. :)

Friday, March 18, 2011


I'm torn when I sit down to write a post about my life and my Yahoo homepage brings up images of a destroyed Japan and Libya spinning out of control. This blog has always served the purpose of documenting my own corner of the world, which I do, but that doesn't mean I am unaware of the other corners, too.

My heart is heavy for those who have lost loved ones through this monstrous natural disaster and those who are suffering under the insanity of a corrupt government. Those are circumstances I do not understand and have never known. Although I believe that there will someday be a time when my corner of the world knows them, too.

The documentation of my life will continue on, but know that these posts are not ignorant ones.

If you want to help the relief efforts in Japan, here is a link to donate through Samaritan's Purse. I have friends who have worked for this organization and it's legit.

Have a lovely day, friends.

And if it is truly a lovely one, be all the more thankful.

Love. {Quick Pizza Edition}

We had a house showing last night and didn't arrive home until it was almost bedtime for the kiddos. I did a quick scan of my fridge to see what I could whip up for dinner and after finding an almost-empty jar of spaghetti sauce and some crescent roll dough, a new family favorite was born.

"Quick Pizza"
(Because I am AWESOME at coming up with creative names for stuff.)

-1 can Pillsbury Crescent Creations Dough
-1 half-used jar of some kind of spaghetti sauce you found wedged between an expired container of yogurt and an apple
-1/3 fresh mozzarella ball, sliced
-1/2 tomato (rinsed with Veggie Wash!), diced
-some minced garlic
-turkey pepperoni
-whatever else you happen to find in your fridge that might taste good on pizza

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a glass 13 x 9 casserole dish with some trusty Pam. Unroll crescent dough and spread spaghetti sauce in an even layer on aforementioned dough. Thinly slice the fresh mozzarella and lay the slices side by side on the sauce-covered dough until the entire surface is covered. Sprinkle said surface with some diced tomato, some chopped up turkey pepperoni, and a tiny bit of minced garlic. Bake for 20 minutes, or until the crust looks the way you like. Then watch your family inhale the entire pan in less than 15 minutes. Our stats looked like this:

Dadda: Three slices
Caleb: Three slices
Mama: Two slices
Naomi: One slice
Kitchen floor thanks to the somewhat unsteady hands of a toddler: One slice

The organic garlic totally negates the sugary crescent dough, right?

Ha ha. Ha.

Healthy? No. Yummy? YES. I'm pretty sure we'll keep this on the menu for a while.

Have a lovely weekend, friends!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Rite of Passage.

Naomi now has her first pair of jellies.

Also known as the most uncomfortable, stiff, callous-inducing sandals ever created.

But oh, the CUTENESS!

(My first pair was clear. But I just had to do pink for Mouse.)

Did you ever have jellies as a kid?

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Nine Months.

Dear Naomi,

Today you are nine months old. NINE. You have officially been outside of my body longer than you were in it. Yay!

Please note that this month has been slightly hectic and I did not do a monthly birthday photo shoot with you as I typically do. There are two reasons for this: Firstly, we put our house on the market, and, Secondly, you were sick for a week. Now. In print, it doesn't seem like either of those should make a photo shoot impossible. And yet, and yet, AND YET, my time has been completely consumed with either of the two (take your pick), rendering any sort of extra activity pretty much useless, along with my brain. It seems that all of the energy it takes to do those things is exactly the amount of energy that I have, and each night I fall into bed and sleep just enough to restock my reserves.

Please don't mind that your pictures this month are all from my phone.

You weigh 17 pounds and are .... long. I'm not sure exactly how long (we'll find out at your check-up today). You are eating 4-5 times a day (formula and then food, except at bedtime, which is just formula). You're beginning to eat more table food and you have a specific affinity for bread, which is absolutely proof that you are, in fact, my child.


You learned to crawl this month! Yay! After months of trying, you finally got it. We're so proud, and so are you! You're so proud of yourself, in fact, that you've also learned to clap, to cheer yourself on. How cute is that? You can almost pull up by yourself, and you are beginning to cruise if we attach you to furniture. You love to stand. I mean, LOVE to stand. You really only learned to crawl in hopes that it would help you stand, I'm sure. You go girl. You're doing great.

You continue to babble like crazy, and a few nights ago I caught you saying "Hello!" on video, repeating it after me. Of course, it sounded more like "Hey-yo!" which is just as awesome. I'm not sure why you've chosen "Hey-yo!" to be your first word, but it's adorable and we'll take it. You can wave intermittently, especially when you are with people you know well. Other than that, you keep the wave to yourself. Thanks to crawling, you can also sit up by yourself (going from crawling position to sitting position--you've been sitting for a while). You can click your tongue and blow raspberries as well, both of which are very useful. ;) Cutie patootie.

You are teething yet toothless.

Since Daylight Savings a few days ago, you've been taking two naps. I heard the "2-3-4" pattern from a friend and I think it means that you wake up in the morning, stay awake for two hours, take a nap, stay awake for three hours, take another nap, stay awake for four hours, and then hit the hay for bedtime. Crazy enough, it's pretty accurate! You go to bed around 7:30 or 8:00 and sleep until 8:00. Every once in a while your nap gets intruded, but your fussing upon waking up lets me know you still need some rest, and within a few minutes you are back to sleep.

Happenings this month:

You got sick. :(

But you were a good girl waiting at the doctor's office.

Your brother had been sick for a few days, and you had a slightly runny nose, so I took you in JUST to be safe ... and it turns out you had RSV and, possibly, croup. Poor baby girl. What in the world?! You hadn't been to the nursery in over a week, so I'm blaming the Reasor's shopping cart on this one.

The nurse practitioner said the worse was yet to come, and she was right. Within 24 hours your little voice got hoarse and your nose got runnier. But, thank heavens, that was it. Your case was mild (you never got a fever, phew!), for which I am very thankful. We did the token steam treatments and you are doing much better.

Little Mouse. To say you are a delight is a stark understatement. You are a glowing, bubbly, happy, bouncy, beaming baby girl. You bring sunshine to our lives and we love you for it. You love to be around people, you love to smile, and you love to laugh. You are sweet.

We love you, baby girl.


Monday, March 14, 2011


Last week while the kids and I were quarantined (thanks to superfluous illnesses spanning from ear infections to RSV), a dear friend brought me a delicious cup of coffee from Starbucks. As she and I stood at the front door chatting (oh, adult interaction, how amazing!), I suddenly heard a scream and cry come from Naomi. I rushed back into the living room to find Cub sitting on Naomi. What in the world?! She was squished on on her stomach, arms and legs spread eagle, with Cub sitting squarely on her back. Needless to say, she was NOT happy about it. I sent Cub to his room and when I questioned him later about it, the conversation went like this:

Me: "Buddy, you know we've talked about being kind to sister. Can you tell me why you sat on her?"

Cub: "Naomi is crawling."

Me: "Um, yes, Naomi is crawling ..."

He paused and look at his hands, before looking up at me with his big blue eyes.


Oh, bless his heart.

He must have seen Naomi on all fours, which presented itself as an opportunity for a horsey ride, and jumped on, promptly squishing his poor, unsuspecting sister.

Yes, Cub, we don't ride Naomi. :) Too funny.

Have a lovely day!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

That's a Wrap.

The wedding was a blast.

The ring-bearer was quite adorable.

(So was the Best Man.)

Mousie stayed home, recovering from RSV/croup/yuckiness.

Beautiful bride, handsome groom, wonderful day.

Yay for the blessing of family.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Pinch. Ouch. Part II.

You may or may not remember this post, where I talked about my weight loss/health goals for 2011. I know, I know, a sentence like that makes readers want to hit their heads against a wall. A post about weight loss? BLEH.

BUT, I included a picture where I pinched my belly fat. I mean, come on. That's somewhat entertaining, right? We're talking about honesty here, people! Anyway.

This year is dotted with trips and events that serve as small "markers" for me to gauge my progress. Now, the goal in all of this is to lose some post-baby post-holiday weight initially and to then maintain the loss with the ever-popular healthy eating and exercise and such (if you've read this post, then you know the journey it's taken to get there!).

Anyway. So. Today serves as my first marker: My brother-in-law is getting married! WOOT!

March 11: Brother-in-law's wedding (I'm a bridesmaid!)
Weight loss goal: 5 pounds
Actual weight loss: 10 pounds




(Please note my clean bathroom! And SHINY BASEBOARDS!)

The ten pounds is honestly a little surprising, because, when I look at my stomach in the mirror (sans outer garments), it looks as though it has officially declared war on the rest of my body. I have an angry stomach. It is angry at me for gaining and losing lots of poundage thanks to pregnancies ... pregnancies that were fairly close together ... and it has decided to make its saggy self infomercial-worthy for laser surgery. Maybe I could post a picture of THAT and woo a sympathetic plastic surgeon who could do some magic for FREE! How fun would that be?

Not fun, actually. Not really fun at all. Anyway.

But, I'm happy to see the scale rest at a number that I am pleased with. And, I have to remind myself that my body is still in the process of getting back to normal post-baby (which is why, I believe, the weight came off more quickly than I had anticipated). My initial goal was to lose 15-20 pounds throughout the year, but, honestly, I think I'm going to halt worrying about anymore weight loss at this point, and just focus on being healthy. I just want to keep jogging with the kiddos and eating desserts in moderation and not eating frozen processed stuff and see where that takes me. If it means more weight drops off, then that's fine, and if not, then that's fine. I'm in a good range and I'm happy with it. I'm going to keep guzzling my whole milk.

However, I will continue to post my progress at the previously instated markers, to keep myself motivated to maintain the weight loss. Ohhh, maintenance. How I loathe you so! I won't necessarily post pictures, because that seems a little shallow. But, I figured it was good to do with this first marker post, simply because you had seen a picture of where I started at the beginning of the year.

So, here's to ten pounds and the tenacity to keep it off.

Have a lovely weekend.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

(The Blog Design.)

(This has been a week of scheduled posts--life is a little crazy right now. Thanks for the compliments on the new blog look! Here are the resources I used. I love all of them, but shabby blogs is probably my favorite.)

The header: Spring Delight from The Cutest Blog on the Block (free!)

The font: Calamity Jane from 1001 Free Fonts (free ... obviously!)

The background: Fond of Faded (2 Column) from Shabby Blogs (free!)

I like all things vintage-y. :)

So, there you have it.

Have a lovely day.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


Remember, man, that thou art dust.

And unto dust thou shalt return.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A Tuesday Tip.

When it comes to the daily maintenance of the cabinetry in my home, I'm a big fan of Method or Swiffer and such. But, when it comes to giving them a good deep polishing shine, I use this:

I bought this stuff years ago and I love it. A few drops goes a long way. It not only gives my cabinets a shimmery shine, it also smells awesome. Nice and nutty. I think I found it in the baking aisle.

Yay for shiny.

Have a lovely day!

Monday, March 7, 2011

Move Over, Snuggle Bear.

Cub has always struggled with itchy, dry skin. In the winter it takes the form of excema, surfacing as red patches behind his knees and on his ankles. A dollop of Aquaphor mixed with a tiny bit of hydrocortisone cream does the trick for the most part, along with using Dove Nutrium body wash during bath time.

About a month ago, I noticed that his red patches were spreading. Rather than staying contained to his legs, they were now on his arms, collar bone, and lower back. I racked my brain, trying to figure out why in the world the spots would be getting worse. The weather wasn't colder or dryer than it had been--in fact, the temps had soared into the seventies at times with a small boost of humidity, which usually helps his skin. I waited a bit to see if it would go away, and it didn't. I thought over the foods that he eats, entertaining the idea that it could be a food allergy, but we hadn't introduced any new food groups that he hadn't already eaten.

Then, one day, as I was doing a load of laundry, I happened to glance up in my laundry room cupboard to see the Snuggle bear smiling down at me from his picture on a bright pink jug of fabric softener. It then dawned on me that I had switched fabric softeners around the time that Cub's excema had increased. I use a dye-free detergent, but hadn't even thought that perhaps fabric softener could be the culprit. I headed to the store to purchase some of this, my favorite natural non-detergent detergent:

For the past week, I've washed Cub's clothes with this and only this, omitting the fabric softener. Sure enough, his excessive excema has begun to clear up. Crazy!

I'm happy for the days of summer when his skin can finally give him a break, but, until then, I'm glad I found the culprit for our February skin scare. Hopefully March will be much more mild!

Have a lovely day.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Waiting for the Guest of Honor.

In the past week, when I've sat down to write a blog post, I've felt a bit of writer's block. Mostly because I'm avoiding writing about the topic that is looming in front of me and around me and all over me and aaaahhhhhhh. The elephant in the blog room.

We've put our house on the market.

Phew. I said it.

It's really not a big deal. There's just that weird "what to disclose on the Internet" thing that makes things all awkward sometimes. How much should I say?

How much should all of the, oh, twenty? readers of this blog know about me?

So, I've tossed (not thrown) caution (a little) to the wind and decided to finally admit that yes, our house is on the market. That yes, the past week and a half of my life has been swallowed in taking half of our stuff to storage (less stuff means less clutter...we're seriously bare bones over here!), organizing what's left, and doing my best to keep everything clean and show-worthy whilst also doing something else ... oh that's right, feeding and caring for an eight month old and a twenty-eight month old. No biggie! Easy!

I've only had one really big ugly cry meltdown!

That's all, really. Nothing exciting. No dramatic story. Nothing noteworthy about the whole thing (which is, of course, a good thing!). We'll see what happens next.

In the mean time, please understand why my blog posts might look something like this:

"Well, today I ... oh hey we're selling our house!" or "My favorite thing to eat is oh wait did I mention we're selling our house?" or "I love it when I get in my car and guess what we're selling our house."

Essentially, no matter how much I would like the fact that we're selling our home to not permeate every creative vein in my brain, it's going to. At least for a little while. Until the hub-bub and newness of it all simmers down and life can kind of resume as normal-ish. Kind of.

So, my apologies for any lame blog fodder that may surface on Little Footy Pajamas. I'll try to avoid gushing about how our bathroom is SPARKLING and how the baseboards and window sills and door frames are touched up and gleaming a lovely bright white. As our realtor puts it, we're dressing up our house for the ball and waiting for the guest of honor.

And I realize the guest of honor might not show up for a while. It's the market. BUT, by golly, our lady of a house will be ready when that guest shows up. Even if it means more ugly cry meltdowns from yours truly.

What was the point of this? Am I rambling? It's late on Friday and I'm rambling. I'm sorry.

But my baseboards? SHINING.

Okay. Have a lovely weekend.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Wordy Wednesday: Pillowy.

New bedspread before I found that Pier 1 gift card in my wallet:

New bedspread after I found that Pier 1 gift card in my wallet:

(The two throw pillows that originally came with it suddenly fit right in.)

(And, I know, it's Thursday. I'm a day behind.)

P.S.--Any ideas on how to remove the lovely wrinkles from my new shiny bedspread? I'm guessing any contact with excessive heat would result in immediate melting. And crying.