

He accomplished this (as he does most of his other stunts that require climbing onto things) by dragging our big bathroom stool into the kitchen and placing it just right so as to climb onto the counter.
Hey, whatever works!


It screamed "I'm from the 80's/90's" with the orangey oak color and these scroll things behind the knobs.
It is solid oak though, and the perfect size and composition for what I wanted. Seeing as I had no $60, The Naunee got it for our family and called it a Valentine gift. She is awesome that way. (I want to post a lot more about her but will check with her first. Maybe.) So, I basically bought it for the good "bones" it has with the intention of "sprucing up" it up a bit, aka painting it. When I metioned that to my mom she freaked out and went on and on about how beautiful it was and why would I want to ruin good wood by pianting it? She said I should have just gotten someting "cheap" if I was just going to ruin it with paint. (ok--how much "cheaper" could I get than 60 bucks for an armoire???) Puh-leeeeze. DH actually agreed and didn't want me to do anything to it. Well, um, too bad because that's why I bought it in the first place!!
And it is amazing how good those little knobs look without the scroll things behind them! I even had fun accessorizing the top of the cabinet. The kids all love it and even DH and my mom think it's great. I knew it all along...



"My favorite line of the book came just a couple pages from the very the end. Wendy, after their adventures in Neverland, returned with Peter Pan a few times to help with spring-cleaning. But soon Peter Pan lost track of time and didn't return for years...
“Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but with a golden splash”.
Of all Wendy's adventures being a parent was the most glorious. In your journal does it not seem fitting to write about the birth of your children in gold rather than ink?"
K, now I'm full on crying with the simplicity and beauty of this truth. My heart just aches when I think of people who have lost a child. I think of how blessed we are to be having another one. I know I have said this before (and may again sometime, you never know) but being a mom is pretty much all I have ever wanted. When I look at my children the emotions just can't be explained or expressed just right. Now, I know I'm not alone in thinking these things about our children. I love that about being around other people who also adore their kids. I love being around people that obviously love each other, be it husbands and wives that love each other and aren't afraid to show it, or families that just can't hide the fact that they think their kids are the best and show it. Of course, nobody is perfect and we aren't all lovey and happy all the time, but that's also part of life and it's ok.
I remember when my Teeny-Bopper was just born, and we had tickets to a Phoenix Coyote hockey game. (have I told this story before? Sorry if I have!) We arranged a double date with a good friend and had a picnic dinner outside near the runway of Sky Harbor (you can't go their anymore now with all the security and what-not) and then went to the game. My mom came over to babysit our new little baby. I had pumped a bottle for her and everything, so should have had nothing to worry about, right? Everyone kept saying things like "Oh, how nice for you to get a break and have a night off." Stuff like that. Well....we got a little bit into the game and I realized I didn't want a "break" from my baby! I wanted to be with her! I missed her so badly we told our friends we had to go and rushed home to our little one. At that point I realized that I never wanted another "break" from my baby again. And to this day, I hate leaving my new babies for anything. I have come to accept the fact that I need those new babies as much as they need me. I need to hold them, smell them, snuggle, cuddle, and in all other ways be with them as much as possible. It's true, a break is needed. But it's a break from all the world except that baby. A break from life and all other worries and concerns besides that one little creature that has your attention like no other. I must add a little side-note for colic, though. We have been through this as well, and I admit that it IS nice to have someone else you trust come try to soothe that baby after days of screaming. I still like to be in the same room but having an upset baby is very draining. I remember with my Little Miss (our fussiest baby) my lovely sister-in-law C came and she could hold her and keep her happy for some of the time. It was so nice to have her because I felt like she almost loved that baby as much as I did and it truly was a break to have Little Miss stop screaming for a while.
It's a strange thought that we are going to have those little baby sounds here in a few months. We have begun piling up baby stuff around here and it's kind of weird to see all these things again...

