Wednesday, February 29, 2012

For US to enjoy

Us. The Snow family, mail lady, and the rancher who checks his cattle that are behind our house now have flowers to enjoy as we drive by. Being the only house on our street they won't have too much of an audience, but I will smile lovingly at them every chance I get!
I bet you can guess what my March header will feature!

Friday, February 24, 2012

This was amazing!

Spools of thread!

When you look at it through that glass ball it's not upside down.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Oh! It's not Monday.

Maddie goes to school Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays...I took her to school this morning...

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Friday, February 10, 2012

Teacher Valentines Gifts

They are giving cookies and a gift card to the movie theater in a cute pink gift box.
I am so thankful for Brady and Madelyn's teachers!!!
We are blessed to have them.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Thrifting Thursdays: Little Finds

Yesterday I picked up two small bowls...perfect for my two little ones,

a jewelry dish,

and four itty bitty glass...dishes? coasters? ash trays?
maybe you will know.
They are mini sized, scalloped edged, and shiny, so I love them no matter what they are!

All of these little finds totaled $2.80!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

I Can Do Better.

Have you ever read or maybe watched something that really inspired you...made you want to do better?  Last night I read one of my favorite blogs, Enjoying the Small Things and this particular post really spoke to me.  She is a stay-at-home mom of  two beautiful girls and the youngest has down syndrome.  Her pictures are beautiful, but it's her writing that amazes me.  She is the best blog writer I have yet to come across; it's always a fun read, leaving me wanting more.
And then I was looking through Pinterest as usual and came across this which led me to this ; I was overflowing with inspiration!  (Let's see how many times I use the word inspiration or inspire!  Ha!)  One is a list of rules for mothers of daughters and the other is for mothers of sons.  I like to consider myself a good mom, but I can do SO MUCH BETTER!  I want to do better.  Making excuses, that is what I am really good at.  We'll do _____ when the weather is nice, when Dad gets home, after I get the laundry done, tomorrow (and hope they forget about it), or I'll say maybe someday.  I am going to work on stopping myself before I just hurl a response at their many questions.  Can we really do _____ right now?  I bet ya most of the time the answer will be YES!  But if not, make a plan to do it and follow through!

If you're a mom (especially a mom of little ones that desire so much of your attention) and could use a little pick-me-up
(aka inspiration!!! ;-), check out out the links above.

Monday, February 6, 2012


This is going to be a V-day card for all his classmates.  I bought Blow Pop suckers that will be in his hand...cute, cute, cute!!!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

~A Babies Hug~

(I saw this on facebook posted by a friend; you may have already read it.  I still want to share.)

~ A Baby's Hug ~

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy.. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik My husband and I exchanged looks,
'What do we do? Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except
for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.'
'It is better to be liked for the true you, than to be loved for who people think you are......'

I want to be more child like.

*Sorry I don't have stud muffin pics yet...I better go get busy!  Have a wonderful week!!!

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Creating some V-day attire!

(A not-so-girly V-day shirt.)

I will have pics of a little stud muffin wearing it tomorrow!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Flour sack dish towel with doilies

I bought the dish towel (2 for $1.98!!!) at Wal-Mart and sewed the doilies onto it today. Whoop! Whoop!  It is very monochromatic, which I happen to love.