Learn Something New Everyday

Posted on 8:50 PM - by Erin
Ice cream sundaes are good, but muddy creek water is great!

Funduscopy is not as fun as the name would indicate.

"No Girls Allowed" signs do not pertain to mommies.

A boxer's smooshed snout is not conducive to catching baby bunnies. Thank you, Lord.

A baby bunny is fast, and noisy, when under attack.

I am fast, and noisy, when a baby bunny is under attack.

A fort built in the dining room makes a great place for a family of four to take a 2 hour nap.

If the weather is so beautiful that you hate to grocery shop, it's a great time to grocery shop...no lines!

Posted on 1:15 PM - by Erin
"Things are just easier when you're beside me," he said as we sat side by side on our loveseat, while he worked on his first expense report...the one he's been dreading ever since he learned he'd now be handling his own expense reports.

He could say I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. He could tell me I cook the best food he's ever eaten. He could say he loves my new hair cut. He could proclaim that my mothering skills are the finest he's ever witnessed...but I can't think of a thing he could say that would mean more to me than, "Things are just easier when you're beside me."

He may not say much, but when he does, it's worth hearing.

What Daddies Do Best (or at least this Daddy!)

Posted on 7:31 PM - by Erin
He's great at the carpool stuff, the homework stuff, the bathtime stuff, the bedtime stuff...but what this Daddy does best is the FUN stuff! :)



I *heart* Springtime!

Posted on 2:40 PM - by Erin
Days like today remind me of why I love the Carolinas...spring is here, and maybe?!? it's here to stay (I have not watched the weather forecast for next week, so if you know better, please just indulge me today and play along!).

Way too nice to be indoors...gotta head back outside!

Catching up on...

Posted on 2:27 PM - by Erin
email.

voice mail.

dirty laundry.

clean laundry.

the fish bowl.

the toilet bowl.

I am behind on everything. The rockstar wall stickers from Lily's sleepover are still on my dining room walls. There are stacks of paperwork I need to read about health insurance and benefit changes due to David's company changing hands. There are suitcases needing to be unpacked. The fish bowl is murky. The dog is stinky. The shower door is cloudy. Easter grass is everywhere.

If I owe you a phone call, or an email reply, or thank you for an Easter basket or birthday gift, please just give me an extra day or two, and an extra measure of grace, because whatever the reason (and I'll spare you the list), I'm a little a lot behind.

You may be interested to know...

Posted on 4:00 PM - by Erin
that Eulonia, GA is not the place to visit if you intend to catch up on emails or blogs. Apparently, technology in general has met it's match in Eulonia. I was informed by a frustrated, and lost, U.S. soldier that his GPS has successfully navigated him through third world countries, but could not find it's way around Eulonia.

But in it's favor, Eulonia is full of beautiful red-tipped whatchamacallits, possibly better known as red-tipped thingamabobs, or something-or-others. It also has some great monkey climbing trees, if anyone knows of a group of monkeys looking for a place to hang out.

Simple Pleasures

Posted on 8:31 PM - by Erin
A $3 shirt off the clearance rack.

"Rock star parking" at my local Walmart, that's a phrase I learned from my sister in law to describe a better than expected parking spot.

Going into a CVS at 9pm to purchase a box of hair color and a pack of Twizzlers.

Those classic, old hymns...like Rock of Ages by Amy Grant, Vince Gill and the Fairfield Four, what a soulful version, love it.

Luke putting my face in his hands and saying "mi corazon," something he learned off Beverly Hills Chihuahua, but it still melts my heart, even if he learned it from a dog.

Party Like A Rockstar!

Posted on 9:43 PM - by Erin
Give four feisty girls (and one handsome boy!) a little music, a little freedom, and a master bathroom that's been transformed into a "Rock Stars Only" dressing room, and this is what you get...

*Note: all pics were taken with camera phones, unfortunately, this paparazzi has lost her camera!




My favorite moment of the night came when Luke decided to dress up too, and if you know Luke, you know he avoids drawing attention to himself at all costs, so this was BIG! We quickly decked him out and called him our "Bonus Jonas." But the minute the handsome little rocker emerged from the "dressing room," he quickly lost his nerve and began to strip off the vest and pat down the faux hawk...that is until his big sister shouted out excitedly, Hey Luke, you're in the band! She and the other girls had been "performing" for quite awhile but quickly, and graciously, welcomed him as their new band member. With her words, he yanked his vest back on, re-spiked his faux hawk, and hit the stage. It was just a flash of a moment, if I'd have blinked, I'd have missed it. But I didn't miss it; it captured my attention, and my heart. For all the sassy talk, eye rolling, and foot stomping she's tested out on me lately, that girl is my girl, and there is nothing on earth we'd rather do than party alongside our boys. May she always be the voice in the crowd shouting encouragement in his direction, and he the same for her.

Helpful "How To"

Posted on 11:17 AM - by Erin
Burdened by the fragrant aroma of freshly baked goods? (coconut cupcakes for example!)

A simple, inexpensive way to remedy this problem: extend microwave time on a bag of popcorn just to the point of a small fire, paying careful attention as not to reach raging inferno. Open the charred bag, allowing odious smoke to fill the house, and wha-lah, problem solved...no more annoying home baked goodness.

Stay tuned for more helpful how tos!

Beach Birthday?

Posted on 3:08 PM - by Erin
The coconut cupcakes are in the oven; the coconut extract is still sitting in a puddle on the counter top, where the tiny bottle tumped over (btw, is "tumped over" in anyone else's vocabulary?).

I would say it smells like a birthday 'round here, but actually, it smells more like I'm baking in the sun, than baking in my oven! Mmmm, birthday and beach, what a perfect combo.

Happy Birthday, Lily-girl!

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