We spent a lot of time outside Sunday afternoon, and it was really quite fun. Bubbles helped Seymour with the sandbox, Cricket played with his tricycle, Thumper picked flowers, and Miss Tadpole wandered around. She climbed trees, chatted with the guys, and followed the boys around.
At one point, she helped Thumper pick flowers. He already had quite a few, but by the time the two of them were finished, they had quite a bouquet. 🙂
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Thumper absolutely hates naps. He also hates being interrupted. In this case, he was mad because we interrupted play time with his cousins for nap time with us:
I snapped these on our way home from Miss Birdie’s baptism Sunday afternoon. He never said a word, but his expression said it all:
“I can’t believe you did that, Mom.”
“I don’t need a nap – I’m not tired.”
“I’m going to look as pathetic as possible until you crack and let me out to play.”
I managed to resist his adorable little pout, though. And he did eventually fall asleep, only to wake up five minutes later when Miss Tadpole insisted that we absolutely must stop for a bathroom break because there was no way she could hold it till we got home.
*sigh*
So much for nap time. At least he wasn’t grumpy. 🙂
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Miss Birdie and me. 🙂
Photo by Seymour
Well! Now that I’ve had a good night’s sleep, I’m feeling a little more with it today (but only a little bit because, once again, I’m being plagued with headaches and hoping they sort themselves out sooner rather than later). So, about my fun-but-exhausting weekend…
Saturday we spent the better part of the day picking up sticks and pine cones so that Seymour could mow the lawn after work. We have a couple acres and a lot of trees, so it took for-freaking-ever. We were out there till well after dark, and it stormed Saturday night and Sunday morning, so now all the sticks we picked up are once more littering the yard. *sigh* This was the first time we’ve mowed lawn this year, and it badly needed cutting.
Sunday we headed south for my goddaughter, Birdie’s, baptism. I hadn’t yet seen Miss Birdie, even though she’s five weeks old, and I may or may not have monopolized the baby-holding.
It was an exhausting (but fun) weekend, so this is me today:
Also, this:
Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be more rested and can tell you all about the weekend (with pictures!). Till then, have a great one, and may the fourth be with you. 😀
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I love old buildings. I love the architecture, I love the decorations, I love the tin ceilings. I’d love to have antique tin ceilings in my own house someday, but I’m not holding my breath over it – they’re crazy expensive.
But I digress. Late last summer, my mother-in-law and I took Miss Tadpole fabric shopping for her home ec. project. We went to a local fabric place, and while they were looking around at the fabric, I was looking around at the building. It had formerly been the town general store, and it was just beautiful.
I stumbled across this in the middle of an aisle. I could have stayed there taking pictures of it all afternoon, as well as some of the other antique touches in the store. This is something I’d love to have in my house someday, even though we don’t have forced air heating.
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I recently discovered that Lindor makes truffle bars in addition to actual truffles.
Dear. Lord. Hallelujah!
Now if only they weren’t so blessed expensive (the only place I’ve seen them is my local gas station, who want a whopping $1.49 for a single bar), I’d buy out the store and be well stocked in chocolate for…a week? Maybe? 😀
What’s your favorite kind of chocolate?
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Our apple tree has finally started blooming, and it looks lovely. I can’t wait for all these beautiful blossoms to turn into tasty fruit. 🙂
The kids, on the other hand, likely feel differently. They’re not terribly fond of picking up the fallen apples.
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Dandelions are such happy flowers. When I was little, I loved picking dandelion bouquets for my parents. Despite their weedy status, I loved them. As a matter of fact, I still do, even though they’re threatening to take over my yard.
But really, is there any sight quite as joyful as a field of dandelions? If there is, I’d like to see it.
It must be the color. Yellow is such a happy color, and after a long winter, dandelions are like little spots of sunshine appearing to remind us all that there’s more to life than snow and gray and endless cold. Dandelions are symbols of hope, and Suzanne Collins wasn’t the first to think so.
Anyway, Thumper and Cricket are enamored with dandelions at the moment, and it’s got me thinking about childhood and wonder and seeing the magic in the everyday. Yesterday, Thumper picked a dandelion bouquet for me, and it graced the table till well after supper, even though the blooms had closed up by then. I just hadn’t the heart to throw them out. He took so much joy in picking those bright little flowers and then carting them all over the yard – they were his new best friends. They climbed trees together, they chased cats together, they ran themselves ragged together.
I don’t have a whole lot to add to that at the moment; I’m too brain-dead to come up with a decent ending to this post. Brain-deadness has become my new best friend, and it’s one I could really do without. Hopefully the solution to this problem is right around the corner.
In the meantime, may your weekend be filled sunshine, whether in the sky or in the ground. Have a great one!
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It’s been such a lovely week here that I’ve started thinking about camping again. We always have a lot of fun camping, but with the move and everything last year, we weren’t able to go. We’re making up for it this year, but in the meantime, I’ve got these great shots to get me in the spirit:
These pictures come from a trip to Pine Lake a couple of years ago, and are some of my favorite camping photos:
I can’t believe it’s May already – camping season is just around the corner!
Have a great weekend, everybody, and don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and check out what she’s got going on today!
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Last week, I got a great picture of my son in motion. The kids were all outside; I was busy snapping pictures of them in the magnolia tree they’d swarmed. Bubbles in particular loves climbing trees, so it was no surprise to see him in it, but the others spent almost as much time in it as he did.
Eventually, Miss Tadpole and Thumper started posing for the pictures, and I got a couple of really nice shots of them. Then Cricket joined in the fun. Not to be outdone, Bubbles joined them in all his silliness.
He spent five minutes horsing around in various states of upside-downness, but at last, his shoe gave way, and down he went. Unfortunately, my shutter finger wasn’t quick enough to catch his shoe as it followed him to the ground (with a brief layover atop his head).
It wasn’t the first time he’d slipped out of a tree that afternoon, and it wasn’t the last, but it was definitely the funniest. What can I say? He inherited his butterfingers from me. 🙂
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 