Inspired by Aunt Kakie

Twisty hair and Martha Stewart quiet book. I think Aunt Kakie would be proud of us today.

Death is right

I just ate three pieces of Death by Chocolate cake.

Come again some other day

The drizzly weather has us stuck inside. So for the second time I am trying to catch up on Friday Night Lights. My brother, who analyzes everything, swears it's the best show on tv. I am trying to support it. But when I say catch up I mean watch the entire second and third season. It takes some effort. Watching a minimum of three drama filled shows a day leads me to believe life is dramatic. But sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's just laundry and laptopping and exercising and mopping and dinner.

tea for two

I want to throw a spring time tea party in a lovely garden and wear this dress.

I could have been tan again.

We almost moved to Maui. I think the option is officially off the table. Hindsight is already at 20/20. I think it might have been awesome (is that indecisive enough). There were a couple big hurdles, like our home, and my fantastic chairs and all the coats and sweaters we have accumulated. But we could have lived here and Maddy could have been a beach bum. Big sigh.

Regardless of the time or day or weather there are some movies I can always watch. Anne of Green Gables and Avonlea, Sweet Home Alabama, Love Actually, Gladiator, The Devil Wears Prada, Someone Like You. If any of these happen to come on tv (thank you PBS, who knew) I will watch, even if there is only 27 minutes left. It's like when your favorite song comes on the radio, so much more gratifying then shuffling to it on your ipod.

oh martha,

I wanna make these

Adam was away for the week so I had plans to do all sorts of crafty fun with my baby. But my baby is sick. I am counting my blessings as I say this, Maddy has never been really sick. A little snot nose here and there but not sick, sick. Since Sunday afternoon she has just been lathargic and sad. No outbursts, no vomiting, no whining. She has a little fever and just lays on my lap. Is it awful that I love being needed this much? And how did I end up with such a perfect child? She really, really is.

John D's Farewell Weekend

It took all the men in the family to haul Maddy up and down River Mountain.

racing down Grandma's hallway with cousin Meg