2009

It’s going to be really hard for Morgan to stop. She’s sucked that little thumb for her entire life {4 years} so if you think about it… pray for her… and while you’re at it you can pray for me too!

This afternoon I met Justin at the farm to put in our garden. It’s no small task when your vegetable garden is the size of a football field. Well, not quite that big, but it’s a big ole honkin’ garden. And so much more fun when you know most your plants were started from seeds… well, I guess all plants are started from seeds, but you know what I mean…

This year we “pulled lines”. Last year our rows looked like we decided to garden blindfolded. We were bound and determined to have straight rows this year.

Justin’s dad was a tremendous help today. He’s in the early stages of retirement and our garden {which is sown on his soil, so I guess that technically makes it his garden} will be so grateful. He hoed the entire thing by hand. Thank you, Pop Pop!

Speaking of gardening…. do you know about Tim & Sally?

My friend, Amanda Trasher, sent them to us via, Grady Thrasher {the author and her father-in-law}. I was beyond surprised when they arrived. We absolutely love both of these books! Amanda and I met through the blog last December and several times now I’ve proven my lack of brain cells to her and she continues to be my friend, thankfully. When we first emailed eachother I somehow thought her boys were her grandsons. This was before she had her blog or before I saw her… of course, if I had seen her I would have known she wasn’t a grandmother. But that day my brainwaves didn’t connect and I wrote Amanda a nice email back telling her how cute her grandsons were. Thankfully she corrected me! Then the books came last week… I shot her a quick email to tell her how much we loved them and that I didn’t know her mother-in-law was an author, let alone the author of these great books. Grady Trasher. Grady… have you ever met a woman named Grady? Me neither. Amanda’s husband’s name is Grady too and I still thought Grady was a woman. That’d be like me naming John Martin: Darby. Not to mention that Grady Trasher is pictured in the back of the book and he is very much a man. Not really sure why I thought Grady was a woman. Thankfully Amanda corrected me on this one too! 🙂

Thank you, Amanda and Grady for these absolutely delightful books! We love them!

OK THIS TAKES THE CAKE: Thank you, Kaysha… kind commentor Numero Uno, who has informed me that I have spelled their last name wrong… THEY ARE OBVIOUSLY the THRASHERS…. not the TRASHERS. Clearly, my mind is gone.

And last but not least…. look what the UPS man drug in last night!

My new camera! More to follow, I’m sure…

Speaking of that truck, it’s old, has over 300,000 miles on it, has self-applied window tint that is now so “bubbly” it prevents any passenger from seeing clearly out the window, it smells like a wet dog, my husband thinks it “purrs like a kitten”, and I think it “roars like a lion”. And guess who thinks she should get a medal for riding home in it {with all the children}? Yes, me. I know, that’s not very selfless of me… but I can’t help it. There are some vehicles out there that are only suitable for men, this is one of them. It did get us home safe and if it wasn’t the biggest thing on the road I would have had second thoughts about riding home in it. In it’s defense… it is spacious. But that’s about all the credit I can give it.

The Raiger is a tender soul. She held her brother’s hand the ENTIRE way. Even while he slept.

Mom and DaddyBoy drove up to spend a couple days with us this week. We enjoyed fine Spring-like weather and spent Wednesday morning at Landmark Park.

We started on the playground:

DaddyBoy brought his Blackberry {I forgave him when I noticed in addition to checking his email he was snapping picture of the girls}.

Mimi will be glad to see that Morgan is enjoying her new doll and that she also enjoyed the park.

Isn’t Mom’s shirt cute? I kinda wanted to steal it. She was teaching Paige to pump.

After some time on the playground we took a quick snack break at the car…

DaddyBoy is missing the top of his middle finger {thanks to a chipper/shredder}, you can see it in the picture with his Blackberry and the one below. The fact that part of his finger is missing really concerns Paige. She really gets into injuries and boo-boos…

But then he starts to tickle her… and all her cares are gone.

After our snack we made our way to the General Store for old-fashioned candy and a rootbeer float and then on to the homestead. It really is an awesome place. I’d live there if they’d let me. It reminds me a lot of the book I’m reading: See You in a Hundred Years.

Is anyone still with me? I hope so.

Morgan still loves that hen and desperately wanted to share her peanut butter taffy sucker with her… and would have had I not stopped her.

We strolled a while and then made our way up to the house.

It was a delightful morning. If anyone lives in Dothan and isn’t a member… I highly recommend it!

In other news…

The message/menu board you all asked about is from Pottery Barn. We got it when we got married 7 years ago… and I haven’t seen another one since. We love it. Some of our letters have mysteriously disappeared but for the most part we can spell whatever we please.

Hang on, I’m amost done.

This is another reason why I haven’t been blogging…

Hornet is mobile. Very mobile. And he also likes to eat. Have y’all ever tried the biter biscuits? They entertain a child for about 15 minutes but boy they are a mess. He sure enjoyed it though, can you tell?

He also enjoyed it when his sisters took a break from their “floating dinner party” to splash it off his face.

And by the end… he was soaked… but his face was clean.

And last but not least… my new camera should be here Monday! I am so excited I can hardly contain myself.

And… just to end on a hilarious note.

My brain no longer functions properly. Does yours?

We had a party to attend last night for a happy couple. Wednesday morning some friends who were also invited called us to ask if we’d take their gift. Of course we agreed and I told them to put it by our back door. Wednesday afternoon I stepped outside the back door to a beautiful little package. I was thrilled!!! No tag on it… it must be for me! I brought it inside and said, “Look Mom! Someone brought me a gift!” I was so excited and couldn’t even imagine what it was or who it was from. I tore into it. A silver wine cork… just fabulous. Then I saw the enclosed calling card “The Gays”. Oh my dear! I realized that was the gift I agreed to deliver to the party. Seriously. I had no cute paper to re-wrap it in so Mom {to the rescue} pieced it all back together and made it presentable. And I delivered it to the party.

And I have even more brainlessness to add to that but it will be in another post all of it’s own.

Good night and you are a loyal friend if you’re still reading!

I feel like the little sweet Paiger pictured above… tired and not quite awake. We got back yesterday from an impromptu weekend-trip to the beach to be with Mom, DaddyBoy {whom we haven’t seen since Thanksgiving}, Erika, & Chance. Hornet stung us all weekend and now he’s been banished to the playroom once again.

I’ll be back soon… with answers to some questions and pictures from the weekend!

And… did y’all see Marla & Shane are coming to Dothan now?! Check out their BLOG!