Thursday, July 7, 2011
Henny, Henny, Bo-Benny
The days sometimes seem to go by so slowly, but wow, does time fly by fast. Our little guy hit his three month mark today. To commemorate this day, he laughed out loud for the first time. Now, I know on birthdays, the parents are supposed to give the kiddos gifts, but for this little quarter-year anniversary, he gave his Mama the best gift ever. (Now the poor little guy has to put up with me in his face repeating what made him laugh over and over in the hopes that he'll do it again... no luck yet.) Though in the moment of laughter my camera was no where in reach, it was handy enough to capture some beautiful moments of Henny Benny Being Three Months Old.
Happy quarter birthday, Henny Benny. We are so glad you're here.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Girl Time
Sometimes, it doesn't matter how much is waiting in the wings to be tackled and checked off the to-do list. Sometimes, the most important thing to do is not on the list. That time usually rolls around when Little Brother is sleeping, and it sometimes looks like this:
Or this:
Or this:
No matter what they ultimately look like, these 'sometimes' moments are some of my most treasured, and the one-on-one time is truly special to me. We both look forward to the days up and coming when Henry joins us in our play and adventure, but until then we'll hold dear that special Girl Time when we can get it.
No matter what they ultimately look like, these 'sometimes' moments are some of my most treasured, and the one-on-one time is truly special to me. We both look forward to the days up and coming when Henry joins us in our play and adventure, but until then we'll hold dear that special Girl Time when we can get it.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Right Now
Right now, I'm loving...
A little girl's first sparkler
Unreal blue smoke
Chemistry
Happy Independence Day, and let us not forget what it truly is to be Free and Independent.
Friday, July 1, 2011
One Year Ago
This morning marks the one week anniversary of When Audrey Figured Out How to Open Doors. She celebrated by coming halfway down stairs at 6:13am, stopping, and yelling, "Where'd Maaaaaaamaa goooo?" Such a lovely beginning to this newest chapter. Ahem.
Anyway, as I lay beside her in my bed waiting for the last five minutes to pass before my alarm clock sounded, I kinda worked myself in to a sentimental mood. Wow, one year ago, she wasn't even two yet. Her hair was shoulder-length, her words were much fewer and much harder to decipher, she didn't even have all her teeth yet, and she was an only child. That was only one year ago.
These thoughts stayed with me through the beginnings of the morning as I got baby brother up, fed everyone, changed diapers, etc. When I finally got a second to sit down and visit this space, I couldn't help but wander through my early July 2010 photo folder, and indulge in reminiscence just a bit more...
Time seems more determined than ever to prove how fast it flies by. I got the point this morning, though I don't think that will stop it... or even slow it down.
Anyway, as I lay beside her in my bed waiting for the last five minutes to pass before my alarm clock sounded, I kinda worked myself in to a sentimental mood. Wow, one year ago, she wasn't even two yet. Her hair was shoulder-length, her words were much fewer and much harder to decipher, she didn't even have all her teeth yet, and she was an only child. That was only one year ago.
These thoughts stayed with me through the beginnings of the morning as I got baby brother up, fed everyone, changed diapers, etc. When I finally got a second to sit down and visit this space, I couldn't help but wander through my early July 2010 photo folder, and indulge in reminiscence just a bit more...
Time seems more determined than ever to prove how fast it flies by. I got the point this morning, though I don't think that will stop it... or even slow it down.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Right Now
Right now, I'm loving...
This face
Our pool, and it's inhabitant
A lunch full of summer veggies...
...and a girl full of summer veggies
The first sugarbaby watermelon out of the garden
As June comes to a close and another week begins, I hope you find in the little stuff a few things to love, too! Happy Monday!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Friday View
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Before and After
If it's one thing I love around here, it's instant gratification. What better way to feel that immediate pat-on-the-shoulder feeling than to refinish an old, treasured, yet abused and ugly piece of furniture? Point in case: Audrey's little wardrobe, which was mine, and my mom's before me.
This poor little guy was hand made by a favorite uncle, and it spent a huge part of it's early years as a staple in an attic space made up like a playhouse with my mom and her three sisters in a cabin in Minnesota. It then moved around the country with them, following my grandpa in his post-WWII traveling salesman career, until it landed in the basement of their retirement home in Missouri. On a visit in the early years of my childhood, it was reclaimed, and it became an important piece in my room until I was practically in high school.
Once I lost the need for a micro-wardrobe, it moved out to my mom's art studio, where she went through a Pollock phase, and it suffered the ramifications... and there it sat. Then, in designing my daughter's toddler room in the style of Scandinavian peasant home, I realized this little gem was still out there somewhere, and I set out to reclaim it. In all it's mistreated glory, it graced my home once more, though quite worse for the wear. Refinishing it was on my to-do list, but not exactly at the top... until today.
Today, with 'Italian Olive' flat acrylic paint, a cheap yet oh-so-perfect stencil, and a small tube of crimson, this little wardrobe finally got what was coming to it... a little TLC and another generation completely wrapped up in it's mini-magic.
Before
This poor little guy was hand made by a favorite uncle, and it spent a huge part of it's early years as a staple in an attic space made up like a playhouse with my mom and her three sisters in a cabin in Minnesota. It then moved around the country with them, following my grandpa in his post-WWII traveling salesman career, until it landed in the basement of their retirement home in Missouri. On a visit in the early years of my childhood, it was reclaimed, and it became an important piece in my room until I was practically in high school.
Once I lost the need for a micro-wardrobe, it moved out to my mom's art studio, where she went through a Pollock phase, and it suffered the ramifications... and there it sat. Then, in designing my daughter's toddler room in the style of Scandinavian peasant home, I realized this little gem was still out there somewhere, and I set out to reclaim it. In all it's mistreated glory, it graced my home once more, though quite worse for the wear. Refinishing it was on my to-do list, but not exactly at the top... until today.
Today, with 'Italian Olive' flat acrylic paint, a cheap yet oh-so-perfect stencil, and a small tube of crimson, this little wardrobe finally got what was coming to it... a little TLC and another generation completely wrapped up in it's mini-magic.
After
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