He's baaaaaack. And so are we.

12/8/13

The list of things that have kept me away...  The packing, the unpacking.  The sweet potato casserole, the laundry that we accumulated over eight solid days.  The Disney Dream, the sand.  The smell of new puppy breath.

Our November was busy and magical and full of reasons to be thankful and amongst it all, Oscar, our elf came back to hang with us until Santa Claus comes to town.  

He hijacked one of our suitcases and sailed all the way to the Bahamas with us.  Our first night at sea, he made a monkey out of towels, clipped him to a coat hanger, hung him from the wall of curtains in our room then tucked himself into Jake's bed so that when he pulled back the covers to go to sleep he'd find him.  The second night, he filled our room with every kind of animal you would find in a circus (made of towels) and became their ringmaster.  And while we ate our last dinner in the Animator's Palette, he ate all of the chocolates left for us except for one piece.  He left that one laying on the dog's paw (yep...towels) so we'd all think it was his fault.  We're sooo much smarter than that, Oscar, and Johann, if you're reading this, you are a magic maker, Friend.  We'll never forget it.

Right after our cruise ended, we spent three days at Disney Orlando - two shopping and one at the parks (We decided to save three days of our four-day passes and go back when school's out for the Summer.).  Oscar snuck into my bag the day we park-hopped, and while Jim and Jake were screaming it up in the Tower of Terror, he did the rest of Hollywood Studios like any magic elf should.  I even found him sliding in Muppetsville and this picture of him on my camera.  wink wink.    


Since we've been home, he's done things like roll down our stairs inside a roll of toilet paper.  He took a bath in a sink full of brownie-flavored marshmallows, and he wrote "Oscar was here!" on the boy's bathroom mirror with a tube of lipstick.  

The magic is here, Y'all!  I LIVE for this time of year!

"My make tiwer!"

11/8/13

The silence has been deafening here, I know. I've had so much crowding my mind and my thoughts lately, and unfortunately for this url, it's the one thing that lets me hide...overthink...and just simply be quiet.

In the mean time, my favorite lens went m.i.a. I lost it somewhere between our garage and our garage, so my project 365 is completely shot. I've only picked up my camera a few times, and this was one of them.


The current phase for the little kid is building towers out of blocks. Such serious work for him it is. When he gets it like he likes it, he'll of course knock it down and start right back over. Oh, and the taller the better. His preschool director shared with me one day when I picked him up that she had helped him climb a ladder to stack the ones he plays with there fifty-six blocks high.

Go big or go home, Baby. You got it.

lost and found {from underneath the table in our entryway}

10/26/13

I shouldn't be, but I'm amazed at what I find when I clean. 


Longer post planned for later, but right now back to work.  

Happy Weekending, Friends!

They say if you fall off, get back on.

10/17/13

I've fallen off the wagon big time.

Sorry, Mom.

Praise the Lord she's seen them in the last few weeks or her forgiveness might not come easy. And if momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

So here's a little bit of our past two weeks...

1: My "little helper" thought I needed a little helper.

2: Grandpas are for finding worms shopping.

3: Six-year old reverse psychology - "Do not kum n to plae weth me".

4: Happy 6th Birthday, Brock! (our neighbor and one of his besties).

5: Catching some zzz's on the car ride home. 

6: Taking a water break.







Fall is here.  It's Friday Eve.  And Grandma's ecstatic.  

Life is goooood.

i'm gonna miss this...

10/1/13

1:  Leftovers.

2:  Policeman?

3:  Buzz and Woody divers hangin' poolside.

4:  Checking to see what might be in his pockets?...It's a habit now.

5:  The Little Kid's favorite outdoor toy because it's the perfect size for pushing.





that look

caught in the act shoe