One more hobby to add to my resume

YUP! I made paving stones. Don't hate. This 3 day process is a patience game. But, I WON! 3 more to go, which equals 9 more days of waiting, and winning!

BUBBLES!

Kids love bubbles. Kids love grandmas. When you put the 2 together. UTOPIAN BLISS occurs!

Memorial Day Madness

Joe and I are pursuing the art of yard work. There is a lot of hemming and hawing from one end, but I gotta keep busy and our yard has been neglected for far to long.

Summers sometimes drive me nuts, because instead of teaching, I create a mile long to-do lists. Then I get anxious about doing them.
On this weekend's Honey-you-better-get-this-crap-done-now list were the following tasks: finish staining the already 2/3 done massive deck, organize cupboards/garage, set paving stones in the front curb-appeal graden, reset brokem tile in basement, complete ALL laundry, semi clean house, and relax with friends...
We got all done but the deck! As Ava says flamboyantly "WAHOO!"
It rained 3/4th of the long weekend, so no stained deck for you! But I do have before and after picks of the rest.
If you can't tell which is before and after shots, keep it to yourself. We're Proud Memorial Day Weekend Workers!

1 Hot mom with a side of bling bling

Ava doesn't like to wear her Princess earings, but mom always volunteers to wear them, and the rings, and the necklace...shoes don't quite fit.

Ava turned 3...Remember when

Ava's happiness
Not much has changed with her over all personality. She is still bossy and tries to do what she wants when she wants it, but I just can't help bringing back some good ol fashion Ava maemories. She started creating them at a real young age.

She will be a hard one to raise. So far the trick is give her lots of space, let her reak havok, then watch her slowly clean it all up, occassionally helping, then cuddle. VERY HIGH MAINTANENCE.

Don't feel bad for Percy, She wanted to go

On our Easter vacation, we decided to take the car to save on gas. Percy insisted that she come to. I think she looks more miserable than she's leading on... silly teenagers.

No one told me I looked like HITLER

I'm not sure how long I had looked like this. I only spoke to one person, but he didn't see to think it was important to point out to me that I had a blue strip on my lip. We were laughing and talking in the driveway, in broad daylight.
Joe takes one good look at me and stiffles a giggle, than salutes me like I'm Hitler. I asked him, why did you just do that? He giggled some more. I walked to the bathroom. Sho enough, there was my blue Hitler stash. Some friends are better than others.

On a slow day, how to eat a sausage!