Sunday we were sitting around the table eating and talking and my cousin Emily asked me if I had seen Rhoda’s site and the bats across the door. Yes, we talk about blogs when we get together, doesn’t everyone? She described how cute it was and I said it wouldn’t look right on my door because my door was black.
I had not seen the post, but I looked it up immediately, well Monday, and decided I needed to paint my door and add some bats ASAP.
It was actually this gal who had the adorable stream of bats across her door. After you look at hers you’ll think mine looks very, very sad. I need bat help.
I had some leftover paint from the girls’ room makeover in luau green. I went right to work.
The green may be a little too Honolulu and I definitely need more bats, but it’s a start in the right direction. And knowing me, this is as far as it will ever go.
Ok so I’m not crafty. I try. Doesn’t that count?
I came upon this adorable scene this afternoon. After many hours of a reign of Tess terror, she settled down in a chair with Milo for a little reading time and cuddling under her favorite blanket.
I loved that some toes were sticking out.
During lessons she pushed over a vase full of flowers and it shattered. While I was cleaning up a river of water and glass slivers, she climbed on the table and broke one of my crystals that hangs on the chandelier. I finally just removed the remaining 3. I was feeling very frustrated. Between her and Milo I might as well give up on having anything glass.
But there are moments when I don’t want to give her away. They are few and far between, but they are there.
And I need all the reminders of those moments I can get.
By the way, as I am writing this she is standing beside me making sweet sounds at the pictures and saying uh, oh over and over again which is what she calls her pacifier. Looking at herself (or any baby) makes her very happy.
