Break Out The Champagne

And join us for National De-Lurking Day....

I'll be spending the day commenting on those blogs I usually read on the fly.

Oh, and doing laundry, making dinner, and did I mention laundry?


How about you?

:)

And Now, From Left Field...

Why on earth does the Horror Movie Association keep e-mailing me, convinced that I am qualified as a critic?

Something to ponder...

Mars and Venus

As potential home-buyers...

She says: Ooooh! Look at all the built-in shelves and cupboards in the playroom!

Isn't this color cute?

Picture this wall taken out and new hardwoods put in!

A bed alcove? How sweet!

I like it!


He says: Where's the furnace?

Bricks look solid.

Roof looks new.

Windows are secure.

I like it.


:)

Things That Need a GPS Tracker:

1. TV remote

2. my 9 yr old's underwear

3. my coffee

4. the 2 yr. old

5. the spiderman/batman/pollypocket they were just playing with!

6. the phone (thank goodness for that handset finder button...)

7. the matching shoe

8. my sanity


Feel free to add your own items in the comments...

:)

By the Seat of my Pants

These past few weeks have been unbelievable.

In the course of a month, we have put our home on the market, sold it, (we're in the option period still... so keep on praying!) missed out on our trip to Vancouver, de-cluttered the entire house, and celebrated three birthdays. (one more to go this week.... then nothing until September)


Whew.

I wish I could say that I've been the calm, cool, ultra-organized bastion of peace and harmony throughout it all.

Alas.

Since the birthdays are every Thursday, the past few Wednesday evenings have found me rushing to three different stores to acquire birthday presents, food, and party supplies.

Every. single. week.

You'd think I'd have learned by now. It's not like I've never had four birthdays to celebrate four weeks in a row. No, it's an annual occurrence. And some years I have the presents a month in advance. Some years I even mail out invitations. This year? It's last minute phone calls to understanding friends.

And my kids still have a great time.

And the house? Last night we got a phone call that the inspection would be this morning at 8:30am. We needed to be out of the house for two hours.

My first thought was, people are awake at 8:30am? My second thought was, where in the world are we going to go? Because, even though apparently the inspection guys are awake at 8:30am, the librarians are not. Ditto with the lifeguards and rec center employees. We ended up stopping at the grocery store, driving around some neighborhoods to check out "For-sale-by-owners", and then paying a quick visit to the tubes.

And now? If you'll excuse me, I have a birthday party to plan for Thursday.


:)

Is Anybody Really Surprised?

You Belong in Summer

Energetic, creative, and very curious about the world... You're not going to let anything hold you back, especially a cold day. Whether you're chilling out at the beach or partying all night, you live for the warm weather.

What Season Are You?

h/t Karen

Bedtime Band-aids...

An exasperated Me to DH (as I dart from the kitchen to the girls' bedroom, band-aid box in hand):

Little Boo has a cut on her "thumb-no-pinky", and Little Love's band-aid is "crunchy."

:)

The First Day of Summer

Otherwise titled, "What Summer in Texas is Supposed to be"...

After days and days of rain and overcast skies, summer finally came. Blue skies, sun and very high temperatures. The only thing to be done was to head to the water...





Little Boo and Papa















Little Love hanging out














The girls...







The boys aren't pictured here, because every time I whipped out the camera, they were already out on the other jet ski....

It was an awesome day.

Yesterday....

...was my Little Boo's birthday.

We had a very fun day.

:)

And this weekend, we are hosting Auntie Portia and her LH.

(double-happy face!)

Update-O-Rama

It turns out this family that is interested in our home is exactly. like. us.

I mentioned before that it took us a year to find our current home.

I was not kidding.

I'll never forget the phone call I got when our realtor friend found this house. He called me up;
Nutmeg, you've just got to see this house. It's perfect for you guys. Can you come now?

I looked at my children: Action Man (age 3) Sports Fan (age 16 months) and Little Dear (age 4.5 months) neck-deep in our sand box. I looked at myself: ripped jeans, flannel shirt, bandana in my hair... (some things never change, eh?)

I said; Uh, sure. No one else will be there, right?

After his reassurances, we packed ourselves in the van and headed over.

I pulled up, convinced he was standing in front of that beautiful pale-blue two-story home. The one with the neatly trimmed bushes...

But alas.

He was walking towards the squat-looking light brown house with the front-facing garage.

Never one to mince words, I stopped short and said;
Are you serious? I hate houses that show garage doors in the front... what were you thinking?

Good thing our realtor is such a good friend of ours.

He agreed, but was insistent. He knows how I feel, he said, but just look inside-

He opened the door, and I was rendered speechless.

Vaulted ceilings, floor to ceiling windows... light. bright. airy.

Perfectly sized for our little family.

And the now garage-conversion, with four beautiful front-facing windows?

Heavenly.


These next potential owners have three little ones. Little boys, bundles of energy. They are Catholic, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to begin the home-owning adventure.

I understand their hesistancy, I appreciate their caution.

But this house? It's time-tested and kid-approved.

They may not know it yet, but trust this veteran mom...

It's perfect.

:)