A Happy Thanksgiving

We had pilgrims…

and food…

and ice cream scoops for servers….

We had cousins…..

and pretend nose picking….

We had biting…

and train rides…
We had Thanksgiving crafts…

and imodium…

We had blond beauties…


and turkey carving Nanas….
preteen boys that were surrounded by babies…

We had a tornado go through the playroom…


and singing, musical Papas….


We had kid tables….


and pea eating baby boys…..

Thank you Lord for the abundance of blessings you have poured out…

How to beat the swine flu…

Several weeks ago, all three of my children had the flu. We were quarantined and bored and looking for ways to pass the time. I had seen Melissa’s post about sprucing up her playroom and I was totally inspired! So out came the sewing machine and we set up an assembly line of cutting and sewing and stuffing. The girls loved it and learned a lot about sewing in the process. I think these lovelies may end up in my sun room, but I haven’t decided yet. I will post about their final resting spot when I decide. They really are darling. Thanks Melissa!

A room for a babe

What happens when two girls that have a baby brother help their mother clean out the pantry? They create a home with rooms using all the food and then they put their baby brother to bed in the room they designed just for him. He was amused long enough for me to run for my camera, but then quickly annoyed and wanted to be released. Then his sisters were annoyed and tried to make him stay. Then their mother’s heart was full of gratefulness.

Every shoe should have a home

Who else out there has a “house file”? By this I mean a file of torn out magazine pictures of stuff that I would like to one day do to my house or have my husband build for me. I circled this picture above over three years ago, in hopes that one day I could throw away my plastic shoes racks in the bottom of my closet. I never really used them anyways, they simply were a place to throw my shoes on top of.

Please note the words scribbled on this magazine page, “Kevin could build this”. I say those words often. He always delivers. Can I get an amen….