Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Catching Up Part 2

looking back at the last few posts, I realized I never posted any of the kids starting the school year.

Friday, October 11, 2013


There's A LOT to catch you up on, so this will take more than one post. I'll start with the most recent pics and happenings, and work my way back. Geez, it's been so long that I'm not even sure if I can remember how to upload a pic to the blog anymore, haha.

Apparently Blogger website has changed a bit since my full-time blogging days. I'm playing with it right now and trying to figure out all these updates! I HATE CHANGE! If it ain't broke, don't fix it!!!....

.....still trying to figure this out.....

.....still trying....

....and trying....

Okay, after a few YEARS minutes of learning the new updates of the Blogger website, I finally figured out how to upload my pics!!

These pics are as recent as of tonight, right before bed Emily and I did some bow making. My lil fashion diva is still into craft/fashion design as ever before. She's now starting up her own bow making business. Contact me if you're interested in an order and I'll send it her way! Tonight she worked on her very first order...3 Breast Cancer Awareness Bows. They came out cute and full of girly glitter!!! Happy Breast Cancer Awareness Month, by the way!!!!
Last night, she worked on this Halloween one. Not sure if you can see the spider in the middle of this one or not. Flash was on.
Oh, speaking of Halloween.....let me share this buy with you. I love finding a deal!!! I'm very excited with this new rug I purchased at Michael's. It was normally $14.99, I bought it on sale for $7.99!! SCORE!!!!
  We are sloooowly getting ready for Halloween over here. I know, I know....this is not NORMAL for our family. But we have been very busy, and there's always something going on!!! It never ends.

And since we are looking at my porch.... check out the old rockers. I chose to nix the red paint, it was looking old and sad. I'm not too sure what came over me though because I LOVE my red normally. One day I woke up and decided that these chairs wanted to be black. I am elated with the results. It pops now more than ever before. They also match my black shutters on the exterior of the house.

And since we are talking about the outside areas of our house, I'd like to introduce you to our nightly visitor. He is nameless at this time, but that will change soon I'm sure. He is only a baby and comes by almost every night to eat Ewok's leftovers. We watch him from the window. On the nights that Ewok doesn't feel like sharing, we will purposely leave out food bait just to get a glimpse of this lil guy. Isn't he cute??? Did I mention he's just a BABY!!!! Maybe he won't be so cute when he gets older but you know me and BABIES. He's adorable. And he's not afraid of us at all. He is as intrigued with us as we are with him. I do worry though, because his mama must surely be nearby.
But like I said...
 He is too cute NOT to feed!!!

I'll end with this one pic. Elizabeth, Emily, and a friend of Emily's, took their first sewing class on Monday. In the days leading up to it, I tried not to make a big deal about it because of course anything that mom thinks might be cool is completely lame in the eyes of a tween/teenager. As I hoped and prayed and crossed my fingers, I drove to pick them up from class to hear them yelling out how much they LOVED IT!!!! They each made their very own pillowcase and are completely addicted to sewing now! Which is sewwwww cool in my eyes! (Sorry, couldn't help myself, haha) They've slept on their pillows each night this week. On the way home from the class, they both admitted to me that they originally thought sewing was for old ladies (and me, apparently I'm OLD in their eyes) but now plan to start making their own clothes. We'll see how that goes.

Stay tuned for more updates ...

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Matthew Starts Soccer

This boy LOVES soccer. He is a left-footed natural. Yesterday was his first day of soccer practice. He made me so proud.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Megan Turns 5

Our lil Megan is the Big 5 now.

She'll start kindergarten come August. I put her in preschool but she missed so many days of it from being sick all the time that I pulled her out for a lil while to give her immune system a break. Yes....I like my kids to live in a bubble. The teacher wasn't very happy with me for doing so. But, guess what?.... I'M THE MOM!!!! HA! I am debating on putting her back in for the summer though; we'll see if I change my mind.  The kids got season passes to Raging Waters so we will definitely be spending our hot summer days between there and Nana's pool.

Elizabeth wanted to join band at school to play the flute; I assumed it was because her best friend wanted to as well. But, she's really taken to it and sounds pretty darn good at it too. So mom and dad surprised her last week at her band concert with her very own flute. She's happy she gets to return the rental one.

Emily has improved sooo much in school and the time it takes to get her homework done. It's been a relief for me! We still need to work on her weekly progress report comments that always come back to me saying: 'talking during class' or 'disrupting others'. What can I say.... THAT'S EMILY! Math and Science are great opportunities to catch up on girl gossip. All three older girls will be taking some horseback riding lessons over the next month or so as well as their cooking classes they seem to enjoy so much.

Brianna will be in high school in just a few short months. I'm scared to death. However, I do have to admit, it's pretty cool being a 'young' mom. Her and I were getting pedicures early this week and the lady doing her toes asked if I was her SISTER!!!! HA! Gave me a big head for the rest of the day. She is involved in a writing mentoring program that Papa found for her called WriteGirl. She comes home from those workshops excited and pumped up. I can't wait to watch her amazing talent for writing develop even further.

Matthew developed this intense love of reading pretty much overnight. He is addicted to a series called BIG NATE. I have to force him to put the book down at bedtime. I often sneak back into his room to find that he pulled the book out again the second I walked out. The relationship he shares with Megan is one that a mother dreams of. He is constantly looking out for her and she looks up to him and just adores every move he makes. He comes home from school and seeks her out. She waits all day long for him to get home. He is the absolute BEST big brother a girl could ask for. Those boys in kindergarten better standby. He ain't gonna put up with anyone messing with his little sis.

Benjamin is....well.... simply... BEN. The baby. My youngest child. Pure bliss. He puts a smile on my face when I am in the worst mood possible. The one who completed my baby carrying days. I am absolutely obsessed with him. The problem is...HE KNOWS IT!!!!

Oh.....I sold my first house!!!! And..... Sarah bought her first home! Can you guess who her ridiculously cool agent was?! Here she is on the day she signed her final loan documents. I'm so proud of her and all that she has accomplished in her life. All on her own. 

Time is flying by and I can't slow it down. This makes me sad. I don't want my babies to grow up.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Another One Bites The Dust

Guess who has pink eye now!
BEN, the latest victim.
Eye drop assembly line 4x a day now.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Pink eye

6 kids a plenty
5  o'clock it's dinner
4 Pete's sake.... is it bedtime yet?!!!
3 more months til summer
2 of them have pink eye
1 hormonal teenager
And a patridge in a pear tree!

Monday, March 18, 2013


Brianna turned 14 two wks ago. She had the flu on her bday so we celebrated last night

Friday, March 15, 2013

Brace Faces

Look who just got braces!!!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Adding Character with Transom Windows

I thought I'd share the latest lil project @ "the farm"

This is the doorway to the pantry area. We call this area in the house the "drop off" as all of our messages, notes, keys, wallets, and purses are left in that area. Notice my new 'schoolhouse light hanging in there as well?! I absolutely LOVE schoolhouse lights right now!!!! This is before the transom window and mouldings went up.

Here it is in progress.

Isn't it sooo pretty?! I love how it adds character and charm and creates the 'older' home feel I'm looking for. It's still in need of some paint, but it's looking great!

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

He Changed Mine

This one is for my mom....and my dad. My mom misses my blogging. I think its her way of feeling connected with the grandkids and I. My blogs are something she looked forward to and counted on for either a good laugh (at my the story of hiding in the coat closet eating a Snickers Ice Cream Bar) and/or a good cry. Aunti Lynn has also been asking for some more blogs. So Lynn, here you go....sorry to keep you waiting so long and thank you for being so understanding and patient.

What I really want to blog/share with you is a short story about my father. My daddy is the smartest, most caring, passionate, active, interesting, employed, and reliable man that I know. He is NOT perfect, but pretty darn close to it. He lacks the patience that Nana has when dealing with all six kids at one time, but not many people can do her job anyway! Anyhow, I don't know what I would ever do without my father. I'm tearing up as I write this because it brings to mind a very vivid memory I have of a conversation we shared when I was a young girl. I do not recall my exact age, but if I had to guess, I'd say about 7 or 8. I'm quite positive he will NOT remember this day or moment that I'm about to share with you. We all know how the most insignificant, minute comments or simple chats can hold dear to some and yet others may have no recolletion of it. Not to mention, I was a child and be that as it may...CHILDREN REMEMBER EVERYTHING!!!! I'm also certain he will not recall it because he was in the middle of doing something really important at the time. It had to do with encouraging a friend or acquaintence during a dark time. That's my dad...always helping someone in a time of great need, saving lives; that's just what my daddy does.

On a quiet culdesac sat a humble sized home. Located in the back of that home was the "office" adjacent to our family room or "den" as some call it. When people ask where I grew up, this is the home that comes to my mind. Immediately, when I close my eyes, I've traveled into the past and I'm standing in this home, in his office all over again. I can picture it in great detail down to the wood paneled walls. This room later became Grandma Lo-Lo's bedroom, a safe place I'd go to hide and cry when I was in trouble with mom. Grandma had all the good candy hidden in secret places within the room and she shared them with me whenever I visited her during my 'time-outs.' I digress, in my father's office sat a big 'ol chunky desk with a big 'ol chunky ancient computer atop of it. I, being a normal kid, was in the den watching cartoons. I can still hear my father's fingers hitting the keyboard as he typed away. Who knows where my brothers were at the time but they weren't entertaining me and I was bored. I walked into the office to see what dad was doing. Instead of ignoring me, as I often do when the kids want to talk while I'm blogging, he stopped and turned to me. Did you read that correctly? I'll write it again, just in case you didn't get it-- HE STOPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF WHAT HE WAS DOING!!! He acknowledged my presence and asked me how my day was. Even his body language mirrored his words. He was genuinely interested in me. Perhaps, at that exact moment, it was a much needed break from his letter. I'll never know and it doesn't really matter because it meant a great deal to me. I asked him what he was doing and he replied with something similar to "I'm writing a letter to a friend."

He went back to writing his letter as I took a seat on the north wall of the room. I'm sure all 50lbs of me got lost in that big, beige chair. I remember watching him type for a few minutes. Above that desk hung a white USA Olympics flag. As I sat there staring at the flag and the colors of the rings, he turned again and looked at me; then, he asked me for my help with his letter. He was including me in something kinda important. He said his 'friend' was going through a rough time and was looking for advice. He pulled me close to him and asked me if I thought one person could change the world or if I thought the task would prove to be too much for one person alone to conquer. Obviously, with the life experience and mindset of an 8 yr old... I replied with a big, confident person could indeed change the world. My daddy listened to me and then smiled in response. He then explained to me that even if a person couldn't make a significant change, quite possibly, he or she could at least make a small dent in it. I never forgot those words.

Here's where you think my story ends. You're wrong.

My daddy went back to his letter. He read aloud the paragraph he was working on. In it, he had written something to the point of it being impossible and too much of an expectation on a single individual. Then, he stopped midsentence and then deleted what he had already typed. I distinctly remember him starting his next sentence with, ...."I have a beautiful, confident, 8 year old daughter who is absolutely positive that one person can undoubtedly make a change....".

 Not only did my daddy acknowledge my presence while in the midst of his busy schedule that morning, not only did he initiate a conversation with his little girl that morning, but he included my innocent, naive thoughts into his friend's much needed boost of confidence and comfort. I cannot begin to describe how important my father made me feel on that insignificant, yet momentous, early morning.

I only hope I can evoke similar feelings of importance in my children. I am determined to let them know how precious and loved they are. Thank you daddy for being so important to me and for making me feel the same. You have not a clue how much you affected me on that day. You are the best daddy any daughter could ask for and I love you more than this big, wide, sometimes ugly, world.

My daddy makes dents in peoples' lives everyday. I stand by what I had proclaimed that morning because my father is an example of one person changing the world. He changed mine.