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Finally Back!

It has been between 1,000 and 1 billion years since I have posted, But we have been so busy having tons of fun in the awesome outdoors this summer!  I didn’t forget about you all.  A picture is worth a thousand words, so here is a post with many thousand words telling you all about our summer fun! We have been:

Gazing at the stars


getting crafty


and just having tons of fun!


fantasy life

“There are times when I thought about, on my worst day, just you know, leaving our house, and going some place like checking into a hotel and just being in a quiet room by myself, just sitting in a quiet air-conditioned room, sitting down, just eating lunch, with no one touching me, drinking a diet Sprite, by myself.”-Date Night

I don’t really like Sprite, let alone anything diet…but I’m pretty sure you get the idea.  I sent out  my S.O.S to Josh earlier this week.  It went a little something like this “Astaire and I need a day apart very soon, or else I may end up losing my mind”.  Don’t worry though, the feeling is definitely mutual.  She is devastated when Josh leaves the house, and if he is here she won’t let me near her.  The rest of the day she spends whining for no apparent reason, and if she gets hurt or disciplined then she cries out for “daddy”.

I know this is just a phase, but it still hurts my feelings and I will definitely be taking a break from the madness very soon.

So this is me raising my “diet sprite” to all you moms and dads whose kids may hurt your feelings on accident, or who can’t yet tell you how great of a job you are doing…even though you are!

And here’s to sweet sleeping babies who love to be snuggled and held… and can’t say no when you reach out to hold them.

a sunday afternoon in someone else’s shoes.

I practically ran out of the store, loaded my groceries, buckled Astaire in her seat with a snack and then sat and cried quietly in the front seat giving myself the third degree for being such an idiot and causing myself such embarrassment.  “Why didn’t I deposit the check before I came to the store?” “Why did I come to the store on a Sunday?” “Why, why, why did you let this happen?!”

I will stop here before I even start and say that we are by no means in any kind of financial hardship…we do not need anyone to send anonymous donations or drop groceries off at our house.  This incident happened solely as a result of about 10 random mistakes all colliding at one check out counter….

Yesterday was by far the most embarrassing moment of my life.  I went to Wal-Mart, did my usual grocery shopping and hopped in the checkout line.  The cashier gave me my total, and as usual by this point, Astaire was starting to fuss.  She always seems to want to play with their “computer” or it is at the time of checkout that she realizes I have snuck fruit into the cart, and she decides she needs some “apples”.  Either way, it makes checking out a little more hectic as I’m sure most of you know.

So I swiped my card, entered my PIN, and for the first time in my life I received a message that said “NOT APPROVED”.  So I tried again…”NOT APPROVED”.  It is then that I realized, that there is a check in my purse that I forgot to deposit, and obviously, I thought I had.  No big deal…. I’ll use my other account, and transfer the money when I get home.  I opened my wallet, and the card to that account was not there (I had given it to Josh to use and forgot to get it back).  My stomach sank.  There I was with a cart full of groceries, Astaire with an open box of cheerios munching away, and the line behind me seemed to be growing exponentially as I searched for some way to pay.  I felt like I was going to pass out. Read more of this post

progress report.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I’m just going to post a few pictures of our “progress” in the house.  Keep in mind that it is in fact a work in progress, as you will see most of the pictures still have boxes in them! Not to mention we are finding ourselves in need of some “non apartment sized” furniture.  Our furniture feels like play stuff in here!


Astaire's room


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