love is in the air...

i love me some summer babies.

things i get to do this morning...

oh, and there's spiderwebs connecting it all.
(they come in the night and weave the magical magic, curse them)
so, chore number one -
find the webster.

update: patio cleaned. still need to break down the big box/playhouse thingy but that's a bedtime activity. killed the biggest blackwidow who was angry that i had squashed two huge egg sacks. now i just have the lawn to mow and the garden to pull up. wish me luck.

i need a date with my husband.
so i'm going to take one this afternoon.
babysitter has been alerted.
it's going to be a boring one, chores and whatnot.
but at least we'll be together -
and alone.
and i'll try to remember to hold his hand,
though noone has to remind me to slap is delicious bottom in the middle of target.
that just comes naturally.
peace out.
i'm going back to bed.
not.
i'm probably going to go mow lawns and wake up the rest of my neighborhood.
i'm going to be selfish that way.
cause if i'm up, everyone's up.
hah. double not.
how about i just go get breakfast going for the fam.
oh, and a shower.
a shower would be nice.
not because i'm dirty.
just because it would be nice.
see, my rambling indicates weariness.
so do my hazy eyes that are half-seeing the screen as i type this.
so what shall it be?
eggs or yogurt and toast?
will the kids speckled bananas?
i wonder if i can slip back into bed for seven minutes and try to build a few new brain cells.
hmmm.
sigh.
happy day to all.
bb.

playdate...

rosie, olivia and their mum (laurel) came over for a playdate yesterday. it was a workdate for the moms, but it was so relaxing it didn't feel like work at all. there's something very soothing about a person sketching next to you as you write.



rosie's an old buddy of ours who we haven't had much time to play with lately. so this was nice. i almost forgot how easily everyone gets along in this little crowd. of course, there's a little bit of a battle of the wills between the girls, but that's the nature of things. and it's kind of fun to pause mid-work and listen and see how they're going to figure it out. no worries though, we'd step in when it got too heated.



it must be noted that there was an odd bunkbed starwars light saber fight that happened towards the end. there seemed to be planning and strategy and whatnot...not that i ever made heads or tails of it.



and while this is one cute little face (i love this picture), it must be said that baby olivia (sigh, who's really not much of a baby anymore) was running around the whole time and i didn't get a single picture. i'll try again next time, folks. you need to see this kid - she makes my ovaries cry. no, seriously...she's the kind of kid that makes you want more. she's at least 47% of the reason we're ready to move forward with the adoption. she just reminds you why we all love kids so much. okay, i'll stop running on about her. but seriously, i'm going to do a whole photo session with her and post it so you guys can get a taste of her cuteness.

alrighty, gotta run and pick up the car from the brake place. love spending $400 of my emergency fund before noon. yeah.

swim lesson time.
kind of.
we're squeezing in a week of it at the end of summer.
kind of fits the whole tone of this summer so far.
half-hearted, at best.

kelly, kelly, kelly...

yes, kayte, your mom dropped by.
and she brought springrolls.
stuffed with rice noodles, cucumbers, cilantro and mint.
my mouth is still tingling.
and will be for the next twelve hours,
because she left them with us and we're having them for dinner.
there's a reason i love this lady.
she's an angel.
a thai-springroll-totin' angel, that is.

made my day.

i know, sigh.
and one of these beauties would be the runner right below it.
at least twelve feet long.



picture it.
white walls, medium dark floors.
piece of art to the side, lilypad above -
and one of these for a pop of contrast or color.

i told you, i've been dreaming about this house.
it's going to crush me when the other offer doesn't fall through
and someone else moves into my house
and i'm back to square one.

okay, i'm going to go back to reality
and go clean my pink speckled kitchen
and make dinner on my poop brown stove.

i know, i know...
the sixties and seventies got together and made some sweet love back in the day,
and birthed out my rosemary's baby of a kitchen.
it was a shameful byproduct of a love that was doomed to never last.
even the fifties and the eighties were embarrassed for them.

sigh.

this is what i dream about at night.
i know, slap my hand.
but i can't get it out of my head.
and it just feels so right.









is it bad of me to still hold out hope that this will one day be our home?
or am i just setting myself up for heartache?

or maybe, just maybe.
i'll demonstrate some faith that this house is meant for me.
because it is.

melts me.
makes me a better mother.
makes me laugh.
makes me laugh until i'm rolling on the ground.
likes to talk about wieners and wa-wa's.
takes "hand baths" in the sink.
likes to lock herself in the bathroom and sing made up songs in the mirror.
makes up really funny made up songs.
loves to be scared of "ghosts" and talks about monsters constantly.
doesn't like the ocean, pool or snow.
but loves the sand or a good dirt pile.
enjoys a long relaxing cold bath.
and is scared of flies and all other flying things.
thinks she must always be wearing shoes, the fancier the better.
plays like a little boy, and burps and farts like a man.
loves to point out when someone else in the room has "tooted" or needs to say "excuse me".
sucks her thumb and has a baby blankie that belonged to her dad when he was a baby.
likes to sleep with all the lights on and a sippy of ice water.
cuddles and kisses and say sweet things, and not just to get what she wants.
is everything that is rambunctious and fearless and fun.
is going to conquer the world one day.
loves unconditionally.
is loved unconditionally.

i love this little one.
and she's all mine.