Rainy days and Mondays

Well I don’t know about you, Karen Carpenter, but rainy days and Mondays sure don’t get us down!  Actually they get us up. Those raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens are not only a few of my favorite things, but little reminders that a good puddle jumping is just a sniffle away. Emery is taking it easy these days in her size-to-big rubber boots and size-to-small rain coat. She doesn’t seem to mind except when her boots trip her up and she is stuck flattened to the sidewalk because her coat wont let her bend. I laugh, she cries, its some kind of wonderful. Got to love hand me downs. I can only imagine how many beds her boots have been under. After our obladi oblada outside we snuggled up to some of our cherished happy little baby songs. We sang about friends, and the people we know. We sang about the places we go, about the world and the places we see, and we even sang about you and me.  So just remember…Its a wonderful day, to go out and play, hey maybe you can come along.  All you need to bring is a song to sing, a happy little baby song.

Hippity Hoppity

Easter was quite the shindig this year. It all began with a Hot crossed bun, naming painted eggs Glen, and the hunt for a basket of giggles. It finished with a bang, 5 extra pounds, and chocolate fondue.  Our little family is growing, and I realized this was the last Easter with just the 3 of us. It was special.  We had fun.  Emery finally was old enough to enjoy the festivities and before we know it, there will be another nugget waiting excitedly to grow up too.  

Big thanks to Grandma Peterson for the Easter outfit.  We love any excuse for a photo shoot.  Emery felt like a princess as she twirled and patted her new dress with love. 

We. Are. Itchy!

Did you know, in the English Dictionary, the definition of itchy is to have a restless desire?  Us kids are always itchy.  Itchy for change, improvement, and the smell of paint.  A $17.00 can of paint can make a difference in a home even the itchiest scratcher would love.  Ah, and it looks as good as it feels. 

Before….         
           

After!…Grey Tweed. What a marvellous color. That one magical can of paint did 3 coats of 2 bathrooms, the wall on top of the stairs, AND, a feature wall in our bedroom.  Holy Houdini!

            

I didn’t have before pictures of our bedroom or downstairs bathroom, but for heaven sakes, i would rather not remember the past and focus on the present.  But NOW that I’m thinking about the past, this is one of the last pictures taken of our darling kitten and the box of crackers and crunchy peanut butter before i gobbled them up. Jokes, I only ate the peanut butter crackers.  Best late-night-painting-treat ever! They taste just like the mini peanut butter Ritz sandwiches except pregnant sized and with crunchy peanut butter!  Crunchy is always better than smooth. Great, now i need another snack…*ahem* back to the sickly kitten… Our Oscar found a lovely new home with money to take care of his sad self. Bless his little heart.  We miss him dearly.