Picnic Anyone?

Yesterday evening my toddler and I decided it was about time we had a picnic dinner. I just love the sound of the word picnic, I think it has something to do with the "P". We packed up our basket with sliced apples, bean salad, and some good ol' southern fried chicken...yum.

Even Sissy was excited!

Once we got the baby changed, the baby fed, the dogs on their leashes, the girls in the stroller, a map of the earth, a week's worth of clothes, and the key to the town (well maybe not those last few), we headed out.

Our destination was the soccer field, fenced in to let the beasts run wild. We only had one potty break detour, a pretty impressive feat, all things considered.

Wild beast #1

Upon our arrival, we snarffed down our grub-a-dub and went on to play soccer, pet a hamster, or practice photography skills, whatever the case may be.


All in all, it was a wonderful, yet exhausting evening.

P.S. Maybe I should explain the whole hamster thing. Two of the women's soccer players bring their little guy out occasionally and let him run about the field in his ball. My toddler was in love and wild beast #2 only tried to eat him once. Don't worry, she missed.

Bapa!!!

My little toddler was ecstatic to have a visit from Bapa last week. He came in Tuesday evening, while she was at soccer practice, and stayed for a week. Soccer Dad let her stay up extra late to say goodnight to Bapa before bed, and my little jackrabbit hopped all about the room with excitement before she actually made it over to give him a hug. If she could read she'd say, "I no jackrabbit, I bunny," such a wild child.

Looking at Aardvarks & Elephants

Bapa got our garden beds all ready to plant, practiced his lumberjack skills, bought us plenty of "groceries", and spent lots of time playing with the girls. My baby was generous, as usual, in sharing her smiles, and my toddler generous in sharing her dirt, sticks, and ponies. It was an absolute delight to have him here.

On a side note, I just threw a package of candy corn, I mean "Jesus Promise Seeds," at my hubby's head to test his reflexes, no warning, sometimes I just like to do these things, and he's punishing me by making me listen to the country boy band. Rascal Flatts, for those of you who don't know what I'm talking about. Next time they're on just listen, or better yet, watch, and try and tell me that they don't sound like a boy band.

Any-hoo, we had a wonderful time with Bapa and can't wait to see him, Mimi, and possibly G & G in Guy, ahem, July (sometimes I think like my toddler speaks).

March 2011

That's our House

Dog hair fluttering about like snow,
Daughter's bouncing to and fro.
Dust bunnies line the walls,
Sneaking out of bed (AGAIN) into the hall.
Work binder with a sock hanging out,
Dirt is clinging to the grout.
Black footed girl gets in the bath,
After her good ol' worm succotash.

Holes in the couches,
Bites on chairs,
Why is she wearing Dad's underwear?
Smell of bread baking (oops rose too long, now it's sinking),
Laundry flapping in the breeze,
Daddy always has to sneeze,
Dogs are eating up the scraps,
Ants are crawling through the cracks.
Baby is getting sleepy,
Mom, those leftovers look kinda creepy.
That's our house,
Where we spend the day.
Don't you want to come and stay?

February 2011

Green Eggs and Ham

Say!
I like green eggs and ham!
I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!
And I would eat them in a boat.


And I would eat them with a goat...
And I will eat them in the rain.
And in the dark. And on a train.
And in a car. And in a tree.


They are so good, so good, you see.
So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.


And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.
And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!


I do so like
green eggs and ham!
Thank you!
Thank you,
Sam-I-am!

Dr. Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

A little Plot of Paradise

We are finally starting our garden! Every year that we've been married, I've wanted to garden, but we've moved so often that it has been impossible. Sure, I've had an array of indoor plants that traveled place to place with us, but nothing is like going outdoors and sticking my hands into the wormy soil.

I grew up gardening with the best of the best, my dad, although he may disagree. Needless to say, some of my favorite memories were being outside with him planting seeds, weeding, and harvesting. The best times were eating sweet 100's and berries straight off the vine. I can even remember as far back as when I was three years old and I was playing in his garden with my blue balloon, while he was working away. I accidentally let go of my balloon and my dad stood there with me while I cried and watched it float away.

Until this year I did not realize how much there is to learn about gardening even before planting a single seed. My dad is still teaching me from all the way across the country about composting, companion planting, and much, much more. So far my wonderful hubby has fenced off the garden area from our wild beasts, built two raised beds, and while I type, is digging up the grass to transplant elsewhere.

It has been super easy gardening with our two year old who loves dirt baths, worms, and anything that grows, but not so easy with our two month old who seems to prefer the indoors. I'm hoping that will change as she grows. Yesterday Abby declared to me that she was all clean after literally rolling in the dirt and becoming as brown as she could possibly be. She also went on a very serious worm hunting mission and found several other treasures along the way. At soccer practice she even got in trouble for trying to eat dirt "like a worm." Oh my child!