Friday, April 25, 2008

And then sometimes...

... when I'm feeling blue, it's just best to pick up a haystack brownie on the drive home from work to share with my daughter with her tea set, toasting each other with milk.

... BEFORE supper.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen things I'm looking forward to over the next few months:

Hey, they're not ALL about not being pregnant anymore.

1. Being able to roll over in bed.
2. Laying in a tent chatting with my husband.
3. Folk Fest.
4. Not having a sore back 24/7.
5. Going for long walks with my son and daughter.
6. Normal clothes.
7. My garden, however small it might be this year. (Jack’s timing is a bit bad. I’m either huge or recovering right when I should be planting.)
8. A trip. Our life seems so unplannable these days but there WILL be a trip. Somehow. It might not be for a long while yet and it might not be for very far from home but it will be.
9. Farmer’s markets.
10. Cool green grass beneath my bare feet.
11. Getting our new patio set. (We bought it already, we just have to pick it up.)
12. Finding some new campsites.
13. Summer skirts and dresses with sandals.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

More of the cuteness.

This blog has been pretty quiet for quite some time now. Why? Well, there's one main item that's kind of overtaken my life and it's hard to think about much else let alone let my creative juices flow at all. And frankly, *I* get sick and tired of hearing myself whine about how much I dislike pregnancy so I'm hardly going to put too many others through it.

And so instead, the cuteness of a 2 year-old. Two conversations that took place in our house yesterday.

Abby, climbing out of the car at the end of the day: The snow's all gone!
Mom: Yup.
Abby, looking at me wisely: It's gone to church.

Background on story #2: Abby has a new friend at daycare. Her name is Tracey. For the past few weeks Abby has referred to her as Kracey even though any time J-L and I speak of her we refer to her as Tracey.

Dad: Who all was at daycare today?
Abby: K, A, Kracey and me.
Dad: Oh, Kracey was there all day too?
Abby, looking at her father as though he's not the sharpest tool in the shed: No, Dad, Tracey.