Wednesday, April 16, 2014

3 is the magic number... age... whatever

Oh three. You bring such joy through trials, and pain, and patience....

Not-Curly (Curly Baby as you began) I love you.  You're enthusiasm is endearing.  Your competitiveness is worrying and amazing.  You are full tilt no matter your decision, you do nothing by halves.  And while sometimes that causes disagreements, I know it is a strength you will need in life.  Growing up is hard, but you're doing a great job of it!
Keep your love of life.  Keep your love of cars. Keep believing that you know what is absolutely best for you, despite what people around you say.  Knowing your mind is powerful.
And now you're THREE!  My baby is gone, my toddler has ran, and my preschooler, who is SO READY for kindergarten (or maybe just to be in big school like sis and brother), has one more year at home.  I know it will be a year we never forget!  I pray for you too, Not-Curly, God's blessing and provision, and that you feel his hand on your shoulder all the days of your life.
 Bucky Bear is the ultimate friend, he even protects eyes from the camera's flash!

 Not-Curly insisted on being Larry-Boy for Halloween.  He was so proud of that costume!!

Running back to the sand box with a mini dump truck to fill it up again.  Nothing better than a day outside in camo-pants and matching sweatshirt!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

5, 10, 15, 20, 25 - who's not ready, hollar I! I

He's FIVE.  Curly Boy is FIVE today!  That is JUST NOT RIGHT.

My sweet, funny, loving, cuddly, ornery, tickle-y, "preschool preacher" little man is 5. Happy Birthday Curly Boy!  I am so proud of you and your unashamed love of Jesus, never lose that. I love the joy you have in life, keep spreading it. Don't stop asking for hugs and kisses, don't stop giving them. And always love that curly hair God gave you - I love when you excitedly exclaim that we have the same hair, I hope you always feel that way. In short, never change - keep being you.
I pray God's blessing and provision on your life, that you walk with Him every moment of every day.

 Practicing Kung Fu with his travel pillow

Walking with his "girl friend" at his birthday party

IronMan for Halloween - his favorite super hero!

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Why Vacuums Don't Suck

Vacuuming is my least favorite chore. Which is why I constantly ask Mr. Curly to help me pull up carpet and refinish the hardwood floors in our house.

We did that in SD. When we first pulled up the carpet I was confused as to why the edges of the room had smaller, nicer finished boards than the middle of the room did.
I soon realized the answer - carpets.

Whoever built our SD house had money - even the woodwork inside the closets was trimmed out nicely and stained, a sure sign of money in houses from the early 1900s. And whoever built it put carpet in their formal room.

Only, I'm pretty sure there were no vacuum cleaners at the time. If I remember my Victorian home history, these houses would've just had carpet tacked down in the middle of a room. Tacked down, so that it could be pulled up, taken out to the clothes line, and have all the dirt and junk beat out of it.

So yeah, I hate vacuuming, but when I think about having to drag carpet outside to beat it clean, vacuums don't really suck.

But I'm still not going to stop asking Mr. Curly to pull up our carpets, even if it is just to do this:

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

My personal vice

There are 2 things you should know about me if you already don't:
1) I'm an emotional eater.  Happy? Let's celebrate with food!  Sad? Let's commiserate with food! Angry? I'm going to eat until I'm sick to forget what I'm angry about.
2) Pepsi gets me through anything.  Sleepy days, parties, conversations I don't want to have, long busy days.... and honestly, I just love drinking it while I'm sitting around relaxing.  The bigger the Pepsi, the tougher the day I'm having.  It's my vice.

Everybody has a vice.  Everybody. And if they tell you they don't, they're lying (which might be their vice).
Everybody has something they turn to to cope.

Sometimes its a good thing (exercise, reading, working), sometimes its not so good (eating or drinking too much or things that aren't good for you, beating yourself up mentally).

But what if your vice was God? What if every time you found yourself running low, or struggling to cope, or wanting to celebrate, you turned to God?

The Bible tells us in Philippians 4:6-7 to bring everything to God with thanksgiving and without worry.  And if we do so, His perfect peace will invade our life.

Perfect peace.  Sounds nice, doesn't it?

Why don't we start today? Why don't you join me in making God the personal vice of choice?

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Living Room Re-do

In the past year, I've redone my kitchen, my dining room (2 different links there so you can see the rearranging of furniture and the new color!), and Curly Girl's bedroom (which you can see here along with her birthday celebration).  Which meant my living room was looking pretty drab.  Kind of beige walls, nail holes from previous owners and where I had moved pictures, no real sense of design.

Driving me crazy, it was.

So we did this:
The lighting is BAD here, really bad, and I somehow don't have a better before picture.  But we went from beige-y blahness to fresh pineapple.  A bright yellow, not too bright.  Honestly, not really my color, but looks awesome with the rest of the house.

We have this little side area in our living room I call the "office offshoot."  It needed something more than just a coat of paint.  So after 2.5 weeks of trying tons of different things, we went with just nice big diamonds.  It honestly makes me wish I would've done it on another wall too (the one our front door is on), but it gives this nice area a sense of purpose and design.  AND this is a better representation of our actual wall color throughout the living room.

 And then I decided to decorate.  So using a technique my friend taught me (scrapbook letters on canvas, paint over, pull off the letters), I made this sign with a fantastic Tommy Boy quote to hang in the middle of the 22 (yes TWENTY TWO) family pictures I had printed for the wall.

 This is my new favorite room in the house.  Our hallway.  I had to completely clean it out to paint, which meant the million boxes waiting to go up to the attic, had to go.  And the toys by the bedroom doors had to go.  And it had to be vacuumed after I finished pulling all the nails out of the walls (pulling out original lathe and plaster with them) and then plastered all the holes.
Anyway, I painted it the same fresh pineapple as the living room (this hallway is off our dining room, but you can see it from the living room), using the same marshmallow white as the diamonds above to paint white frames on the wall to give me my own little version of an art gallery.
You can barely see it, but on the right hand wall, above most of the pictures (which are all family shots of siblings and parents with some old dating and college things thrown in) is the beginning of the Ferris Bueller quote "Life moves pretty fast...." I free-hand painted that on the wall with acrylic paint and a tiny paint brush.  It isn't quite centered in its square, which might drive Mr. Curly crazy.  But I found out when trying to scrub off the crayon I had used for practice, that the blue acrylic will wash off pretty easy.  So we might fix it in a week or two.

So. Living room and hallway done.  Now I'm just trying to convince Mr. Curly that we've had the same bathroom design/linens/color for six years and we should redo it.  And pull the wallpaper out of our bedroom.
But maybe I should give him a break from changes first.