The Boys’ Room

Well I “finished” this project a couple of months ago, but I  put off this post because there were a few tiny details I wanted to get to first. What do you know, but life just keeps happening on me and I’m not getting to them, so I’m just gonna post what I’ve got and have to be happy with it.

Liam came up with the color scheme for the most part. He loves Clemson and sort of wanted that, but I didn’t want to do a sports room, so I told him he could have the orange and we would pick another color to go with it. This blue is what he chose. He picked out the curtains too. My always handy, ever so talented brother in law built the bed/cave. He and Andy laid down the new floors (LOVING my new floors! So THANKFUL for my new floors!!!). I’d like to make the boys a rug like Gilly’s if I can find the material and want to get a couple of orange bean bags for the cave. There are plans for monkey bars under the bed at some point and more painting to be done on the walls of the cave hopefully.

Right now I’m having a love/hate relationship with the room because every time I go in there I have to clean guinea pig mess off of the floor. Apparently well adjusted guinea pigs do this hopping thing called “popcorning,” which means they’re happy, sending hay and bedding and poo all over the place. I’m glad they’re happy, really I am, but I wish they’d keep their happiness in the stinking cage. (I think I just hijacked my own post. sorry.)

Picture time!

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Mom, I Want A Dog

Over and over. The begging, the hinting, the bargaining, the reasoning. Not gonna happen. I’m not a dog person. I like dogs. I love to pet them and cuddle them. I like it when they lick my hand. I’m fond of the wagging tail, but that’s about it. It’s not even that I so much dislike all the other things about dogs, it’s just that the like isn’t strong enough to make up for all the extra work having a dog would create for me. So, sorry pups, no dog.

We’d get a cat if we could. We LOVE cats. Andy and Liam are allergic to cats. Boo.

So a few weeks ago on a hike, the boys caught a bunch of frogs. Liam staked a claim on one of them but I wouldn’t let him bring it home because we had nothing to put it in. Thus we found ourselves at PetSmart looking for amphibian habitats. I still wasn’t liking the idea of a pet, but Ando didn’t want me to just get them a little vented plastic box wherein the frog would probably die after about a week. Long story short, we didn’t come out of PetSmart with an amphibian habitat, or an amphibian at all. Instead, we came home with this:


     and this    

This is Alice.                                                                   This is Ariel.


It only took a week for me to regret it. At least they aren’t asking me for a dog anymore.






Longest. Hike. Ever.

Okay, so not really, but for someone who’s been slacking off on her fitness routine the past few months, this hike totally kicked my butt. It was something like 2.5 miles.  I know, I’m a wuss. I DID have Eliot strapped to my back the whole time, but that doesn’t really exempt me from wimpy status, does it? There were 5 moms, 19 kidlets, 4 frogs, a zillion lizards, 2 kids who couldn’t hold it and had to poop in the woods, 1 scary she-man who passed us on a bike, 1 cotton mouth–oh, wait, no, his eyes weren’t “slanty,” maybe it was just a water snake, and ZERO (amazingly) serious injuries in 3.5 hours. It was AWESOME. When we reached the end Liam asked if we could go again. The moms all but screamed NO! Did I mention that the oldest of those 19 kids was 8? We must be crazy.  Anyway, here are the pics. Good times. Beautiful day. God sure makes pretty stuff.

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It’s wishful thinking isn’t it? Even being aware that you’re caught up in this whirlwind of activity, it’s hard to pull yourself out. How in the world do we slow down? When there are needs and community, relationships too precious to let go of, projects pressing in and little extras that remind you that there’s more to life than diapers and discipline and dinners, how do you say no when everything seems so important?

Well, the rooms are done for the most part. The boys room never had an “unveiling” moment, so a few little details have been put off. I want to post pictures, but I”m still waiting to put a few last things together. The floors are done, sigh, for the most part. We still have a few transition pieces to put down and the trim paint to do. Why is it so hard to wrap up the little details at the end? Everything is looking really good though!  I”m so in love with my new floors! I’ve been wanting them for years! Thank you thank you thank you!

School is trickling to a stop I think. We were planning on a specific date, but now it’s just a matter of finishing up one workbook. If we can just get to the end of the workbook!!!! It takes everything I have in me to abandon a book before we’ve finished it. I think it’s a money thing. If I paid for that book, I’m going to squeeze all the learning out of it that I can. Thinking a lot about next year. Math has been hard for Liam this year and I’m looking for a curriculum that is more exciting, but a lot of my other home schooling mom friends are saying that’s just math. 😦 Maybe he just needs a break. Come quickly summer vacation!!! I think the overall tone of this paragraph would indicate a tiredness. That’s pretty accurate. We’re tired, but not so tired we’re throwing in the towel!

The sickness is finally gone as well. It was bad. Real bad. Puking, pooping, children lying in the floor moaning. There was even a YaYa Sisterhood moment, but I didn’t run away. (You have to have seen the movie to know what I’m talking about. It was actually a stupid movie, so don’t go rent it just so you can know what I’m referencing!)

In Other News:

We got rid of Eliot’s Nuk! Yay! We tried snipping the tip, like we did with Liam’s pacifiers, but he didn’t even care, just kept sucking away on the little nubs! So I put Mavala Stop on them. That worked. That stuff is NASTY!  He said, “bad nuk!” and threw them in the trash. That was it. As glad as I am to be rid  of it, sadly, it was fear of man that pushed me to make it happen. I got tired of walking around and having random people pull on his Nuk and say, “you gotta get rid of this.”  No lie.

Wow, it’s clearly been so long since I’ve written that I’m just rambling. I think I’ll just post a couple of pictures for now-all I’ve shared on Instagram, but I guess not everyone follows me on Instagram. We’ve got to jump into that workbook I was talking about.

Gillian’s Room

Finally finished! Whew! I feel like I’ve been off the grid for weeks working on this stuff. We’re 3/4 through the projects, taking a small break before finishing up with the boys’ room. I’ll post more pics of that when finished. for now, here are a few shots of  Gill’s room and I’ll do some floor shots soon too. I should also put up some night shots so you can see how soft and lovely the branches and white lights look in the dark. It’s a yummy space! Hopefully these will excuse my long absence. They aren’t really in any sort of order and I don’t think there’s much in the way of explanation needed. A few things were Pinterest inspired, of course, some my own ideas. I’m really pleased with the results and thankful that Gillian is too. She’s not always an easy one to please, so I’m glad she likes it. I think I might like it even more than her though. I like to just go and sit in there and pretend I’m a little girl again.

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There’s just not space in my mind or on the clock to blog right now. For the past few weeks my free hours have been consumed with building budgets, scoping pinterest, pricing materials, picking fabrics and brainstorming accessories. The bedroom and playroom are about to be transformed into individual rooms for Gillian and the boys. The nasty mcnasterson carpets that have been plaguing my domestic senses and challenging my contentment for the past five years is coming up and the hardwoods are going down! The first two coats of paint have been applied! Yay! All this happening at once though is causing loads of chaos, not to mention keeping me from being able to even think up a blog post much less write one. If something comes to mind, I’ll try to get it up here, but more likely than not, I won’t be back again until the projects are complete and I have TONS of pictures to show. I miss writing though. Who knows, maybe saying I’ll be gone will inspire all sorts of writings. Isn’t that how it often works?

Anyway, off I go. Busy, busy, but REALLY grateful. The provision of all these materials is an awesome blessing. Can’t wait to show you when it’s done!

When They Grow Up

The other day, during our impromptu Valentine’s date, in in which we went to Trappe Door and ate blessedly well, I was talking to Andy about what I want to be when the kids grow up and move on with their lives. I’m not trying to be depressing here, I’m just thinking I’m going to need something to do. After almost 20 years out of the “work force”, what good will I be though? What will I be able to do? What jobs out there might I be able to find training for? Honestly, really honestly, I hope the Myans are right and I never have to deal with that, but I can’t really count on that. So here’s my little list of possible post-child rearing careers that I’m interested in.

1. Food critic-I’ve been trying for some time to figure out why EVERYONE doesn’t want to be a food critic, then I realized it’s probably a very expensive business to break into. I mean, you have to eat at a lot of fancy restaurants before you’re famous enough that they don’t make you pay anymore and instead grovel at your table, praying you’ll give them a good review.

2. A horseback riding instructor-okay, so this isn’t very practical because I don’t have a horse and haven’t been on one in ten years, but I would really LOVE doing this! There’s got to be a way!

3. Bag Lady-No, not the kind that pushes a cart around the park collecting cans and feeding pigeons, but the kind at the grocery store. I totally enjoy bagging my groceries, puzzling them together to fit the most things in the fewest bags without tearing the bags or making them too heavy. Is that weird? Don’t make fun of my dreams!

4. Massage therapist-This has been a long standing interest of mine. I’ve been told (by more people than my husband!) that I’m really good at this sort of thing. In fact, I sent in an application to Greenville Tech a few years back (around eight) to enroll in their program, but I just happened to take a pregnancy test that day too. I heard back from the test first.

5. Bartender-C’mon! Who, after seeing Cocktail, Coyote Ugly and Cheers doesn’t want to be . . . uh . . . I don’t make a very good point, do I?

6. Writer of Children’s Books-Is this a cop out? This is a cop out isn’t it? It must be because I can imagine a LOT of moms, after reading through a ZILLION crappy books to find the good ones have thought, “Geez, this guy got paid for this? I could write this!”

7. Data entry specialist at a medical debt collecting firm. HA! JUST KIDDING! This was actually the worst job I ever had. I cried everyday on the way to work. Just balancing out all my silly dreaming with a little reality.


I wanted to do a nice, clean 10, but I haven’t really thought of any others and just making them up on the fly doesn’t seem genuine.

What do you want to be when they grow up?