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The casualties are far to great to ignore. Let them not happen in secret!

Why you shouldn't clean your bathroom

Playing catch up~

   I've been MIA. But I haven't forgotten about all of you. I come over and do a quick glance through every so often.   Lack of rest curbed my enjoyment of blogging. For some reason my two year old needs her mommy somewhere between 12:30 and 3:30am every single night. So my hubby has to wake me up at 5:30 to go to our room where I'll be near the alarm clock that tortures me at 6:30 (about the same time that I finally get my spot warmed back up and begin to rest).


And we finally got it~
  We purchased a box stove (cast iron, wood burning heater/stove) for supplementary heat and back up for power outages. Our main room is 996 sq ft and this stove heats 1000-1200 sq ft so if a repeat of '93 happens we should survive.Up here in The Great Icy Mountains I'm not leaving anything to chance.

Now for the two reasons I may never clean my bathroom again~


  The glass in my shower is too tall for me to reach all the way to the top so I balance on the rolled edge of the clawfoot to clean it.
LuLu was looking the the car section of the classifieds in the bathroom floor (she is two so I guess she was window shopping).
I climbed on the tub to clean the glass and she looked up and was horrified! She gave me a talking to!


"Mama fall! Mama down NOW! Luly get MEAN! Spank your hinney!"


Momma won't fall baby, I just need to clean this.


"Luly get mean!"


And she came over and spatted me on my behind. Apparently the I'm not trying to be mean, but you have to obey, talk isn't believable to her.



 You can't spank mommy but I'll get down. Ok? I was done by then anyway and trying not to laugh.




A few minutes later I was cleaning the toilet.....
she runs in....


"Hands sticky."


She was covered in a gross clear fluid with no smell....
What is this?


"Boogers"


No way! Surely her little nose couldn't do that???
Are you sure? Show mommy where you were when you got sticky.


We ran to the living room. It was everywhere. On the coffee table and in a slippery puddle in the floor...
What? 


Then I saw it. A small bottle of - um, *cough*- warming 'lotion', That was on my bedside table.

Are your hands warm? I couldn't help but ask..


"Hands hot"



I laughed harder than I have in a long time. But now I'm convinced that~

The dangers of bathroom cleaning are too great to continue the practice.

Sorry Babe you'll have to lift that lid for cleaning from now on.

Winter is warmer in my mind

I am freezing! Alabama is COLD right now. We are forecasting a whole inch of snow for tomorrow! School will be out.

If you are reading this from a northern state, DON'T laugh. 16 degrees is far beyond what southerners are capable of 'getting used to'. All this cold made me think...

If I put up drapes instead of curtains and put in a wood burning stove for back up heat and buy a few more pairs of socks and long underwear....

Maybe, just maybe, my family will survive.

Seriously, if you are somewhere north of us and are laughing, it isn't funny.

Here are a few pictures I found for inspiration. Warm thoughts and wishes.

Spring will come.

Lazy Summer days will return.

And the lucky ducks in the tropics make me sick right now:)

Early this fall we were faced with a floor decision. To paint or to stain? We went for acid stain for a few reasons. First of all it was quick, cheap(er) and the most durable finish for our concrete floors. Still somewhere in the back of my mind I kept thinking I should paint them a trendy color and forget the fact that it wasn't a common activity. I received my February issue of House Beautiful and look what they featured!

 

This color would have been perfect.

 

Ah, well. I guess when it's time to redecorate in a decade and I've changed my mind about painted floors, I could do it then?

Stay warm.

Cheers!! Happy Baby!!

I am an aunt!!!


I've never been an aunt.


I've had to do all the rule making.


Now I get to do the rule breaking.


So What do you do for hours upon hours of waiting for the cousin you've been hearing about for nine months?

Show everyone how you'll look when there's a baby in your tummy.

 Then when you break your mothers resolve, and the labor and delivery room floor is now an appropriate place to lay and draw..........

make beautiful greeting cards for your laboring aunt.

 

And if the monitor still looks like gentle waves instead of a hurricane 

you.........

eat an entire box of Sugar Babies (except the one you grudgingly give your aunt Jess and the few that Mommy took when you weren't looking).

And after a full day of excitement, patience, impatience, and fighting over the one toy you didn't both get for Christmas........you get this........

 

Charity Hope

19 5/8 inches

7lb 3 oz

born at 4:16pm on 

December 30, 2009

A beautiful perfect angel. 

Congratulations DD. You will be a wonderful mother. I love you very much.

A Picture Story

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And Smile..

I'm sitting alone at dinnertime, looking at my half blinking Christmas tree. Half frustrated that it can't decide if it is supposed to blink or not. And half happy to see it in my new home, high on it's pedestal to make it look taller. The cat is me-owing, constantly pacing. The house is quiet.  I am reflecting on my day.

A visit with my sister for her thirty six week check up. Perfect. Textbook. A nice afternoon ride with my middle sister. Something we both hoped for for years and finally enjoy. I'm anticipating the arrival of my grandparents. They will be home tonight after driving eleven hundred miles to and from their vacation to visit my great grandmother for her ninetieth birthday. Hoping that at nearly seventy years old - I'll be doing the same. I miss them terribly when they go out of town.

I thought back on the births of my little girls after hearing the heart beat of my upcoming  niece. I wonder if they will ever know the love that I carry in my heart for them. Our Christmas tree shelters the gifts we bought. Everything we had, we gave solely to them this year. And I wonder when they have children- will they look back fondly on the Christmases we share now. Will they come back year after year for more.

A time will come that the traditions I hold so dear will change. That will be more difficult than anything I can think of. So tonight as I reflect on the past and hold dearly to the present- I want to etch in my mind these moments.So that while driving eleven hundred miles at the age of seventy and celebrating my ninetieth birthday, I will relive them. And smile.

pic while waiting....

on a post.

My brain is running short on creative thoughts.

Oh, and don't tell anyone - *cough* -Nana-

But we emptied our account to get the girls a trampoline.

And searched three towns for the perfect Legos.

And assembled a very heavy wooden kitchen.

And wrapped everything else.

Good night.