Winnie the Pooh.

Let's Review Shall We.

July was here,
July was fun,
but now another month has come.

And I still don't feel much like blogging,
I don't feel much like doing anything really.
It was 103℉ here yesterday.

Lawd have mercy!

There's a pile of dirty dishes in the sink,
a pile of laundry on the floor (more than one actually)
and piles of toys EVERY WHERE!

It's enough to drive me to distraction.
So I've been distracted.

Anyway . . .

July was fun, we had more visits from family and we also took a little vacation ourselves.  HT said that golf lessons were fun, but he hasn't mentioned anything about doing it again.

We celebrated the 4th with family and friends, my brother roasted a whole pig in his backyard.  And I didn't get a single picture.  He also told me that "children are to be seen and not heard".  He obviously doesn't remember when his kids were little.  Yeah, not so much.  My oldest brother stood up for me though and told him he didn't agree with that.  Yay, Oldest Brother!  Then we had a really interesting conversation about unintended consequences.  I keep thinking about that and evaluating how I am doing things or not doing things and second guessing certain decisions and while I ponder time slips away and there's another unintended consequence.

Me and my sweetie got to go on a date.  It was absolutely fabulous.  We did celebrate our anniversary on the 31st after all.  Eight years y'all!

This is not the best picture, but that guy down there in the white pants is Steve Martin with the Steep Canyon Rangers blue grass band at Red Butte Gardens.  My sister scored some tickets and she graciously gave them to us to enjoy.

It was a lovely evening and a lovely date spent with my honey listening to good music as the sun set and the fireflies danced.  I had never been to an outdoor concert a the gardens and it truly was very lovely.  Steve Martin wasn't too bad either, he is really quite good actually and if given the chance I would go again. You can't really see it in this picture but there also was a rainbow.

Our vacation was short but sweet, just right for two old geezers with two small children.  We went a few hours north of here to Lava Hot Springs, we drove, we walked, we swam, soaked our tired bones in the hot mineral pools, took a raft down the river and even found time for a little fabric shopping for Mama and a little golfing for Papa and the boys.  I started to upload a boatload of pictures and then decided it really needs its own post, which may or may not happen, what with my attention span lately.

I'm thinking we may do it again sometime.  Next time we'll do it with friends . . . younger friends . . . with more energy. 

Are you in?

Blog much?

Yeah . . . me neither, apparently.

Anyhoo . . .  have you all seen where June went?  I turned to say good-bye to May and the next thing I know July comes waltzing in with her triple digit days and I'm just trying to keep my cool.  In more ways than one.  I don't deal well with the heat.

We have been keeping ourselves busy with swim lessons, visits from family, VBS and more family visits and a few play dates and just so as not to get too bored there will be golf lessons next week and vacationing ourselves the following week.

All the running around has meant that we have been eating out more, so yeah, funny story.  Just to mix things up a bit we went to Wendy's one fine afternoon for lunch (Mama was getting sick of McDonald's) and HT wants a cheeseburger (ketchup only) so we get our lunch, bring it home and sit down at the table to eat.  HT takes one look at his and shouts in disgust "MEAT?!  I didn't order dat! Why did they put meat on my sandwich?!"  And there you have it folks, truth in advertising!

EM refuses to be potty trained and likes to pretend he's a kitty.  He also thinks that he no longer needs a nap, but at only 2 1/2, Mama thinks he still does.  So funny story . . . last Saturday while I was at work and Auntie had the boys, he climbs up on her lap with his blankie and starts to meow and tells her that kitty needs a nap.  The amazing thing is that he actually took one.

And now for your viewing pleasure I will post a "few" photos from the last two months.  Enjoy!

HT said good-bye to preschool.

He will start Kindergarten August 27, not sure how I feel about that.

EM got the chicken pox.  Doc said it was the worst case he had ever seen in someone who had been vaccinated.  Had to keep him inside for two weeks.  He was not a happy camper.  This boy does love the outdoors.

EM wanted to go for a bike ride but apparently we weren't moving fast enough for him, so he decided to get in the seat all by his self.  Here he is waiting patiently for his ride . . .

"Can we peez go for a ride Papa?"

Go ask your mom...

Yesterday one of my co-workers & his wife had their first child, a girl.  I took HT and EM with me to pick up a baby gift from the group and as we were heading home HT & I had the following conversation.

HT:  "How do they put her bottom back on?"

Me:  "Whose bottom?"

HT:  "The mom's."

Me:  "The mom's?"

HT:  "Yeah, after they get the baby out, how do they put her bottom back on?"

Me: "Go ask your mom."

It's on days like this I'm happy to be just the Auntie.  

A Mother's Memories

I wouldn't have thought that my friend Beth was the sentimental type, so when she approached me and told me that she had saved each little outfit that she had brought her boys home from the hospital in and their first blankets and several other things including the nightgown and robe she wore to the hospital and wanted me to make them into a blanket, I was surprised.

But of course I told her yes.

I'm pleased with how it turned out and I know she is too.

You can't really see it in this picture, but I had the machine quilter add her boys names and birth dates on the big yellow square near the bottom left hand corner.

When I asked her what she wanted on the label she said she wanted it to say something about where the pieces came from, but she didn't know how to say it so I wrote a little poem.

As parents watch their little boys grow,
delighting in laughter that flows,
and antics that follow a twinkling eye,
that speaks of mischief and sometimes strife,
this quilt is meant to remind them of each little lad,
just brought home and snuggled warm
under softest cotton blankets.
Of chubby cheeks, and dimpled hands
and ten tiny toes that wiggled and squirmed in outfits worn,
keeping them warm on that cold winters morn.
-Sydney Larson

I'm linking up today with Amy for her semi-annual Bloggers Quilt Festival, hope you enjoy the show.

Oh, and one more thing, I posted about my friend Krista and the quilt I made for her during last years festival, her cancer has returned (metastatic Stage 4) so please would you say a prayer for her and her family.  She is on her last chemo treatment and will start taking Herceptin indefinately.  I hope her quilt is a reminder that she beat this thing once and she can do it again.

Cheers.

A Mother's Day Text

Rather than going home after church on Sunday my boys took me out to lunch for Mother's Day to their favorite restaurant so while they played I texted my sister to let her know where we had gone.  I'm considerate like that.

Well . . . sometimes I am.

:

Me:  We're at McDonald's getting a headache.

Her:  I didn't know they sold headaches at McDonald's.

Me:  They don't.  They're the free prize that comes with each happy meal for the moms.

Her:  Aren't you the lucky one!

Me:  And you're the jealous one!

Her:  Yes, jealously sitting here enjoying the quiet reading my book.

:

I hope you all had a wonderful day regardless of your circumstances, enjoying, remembering and celebrating.

Engaged

My biggest problem with blogging to remember is remembering to blog.  So if my stated position for blogging is remembering I'm not doing such a good job.

Anyhoo . . .

HT has often told me and/or asked me if he and I could get married when he grows up and I have sadly had to tell him no, because I'm already married to his papa, so he has settled for the next best thing, his Aunt Susan.

That is until the other day when I picked him up from pre-school, he came bounding out of the class room very excited.

"Mom, Mom, guess what!?"

"What?"

"My girlfriend and I have decided."

"Your girlfriend?  Who's your girlfriend?  Averi?"

"No, its . . . (Pause with me a moment, while he runs back into the classroom to check.) . . its Abby."


"Oh, and what have you all decided."

"Mom, my girlfriend and I have decided that when we grow up we're going to get married!"

"Hmm, I thought you were going to marry Aunt Susan.  Won't she be disappointed?"

"Well, I guess that would be okay."


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I didn't ask him if he meant it would be okay to marry Aunt Susan or if it would be okay that she would be disappointed.  I'm pretty sure though that she will understand.