In the move I think my beloved, old long camel coat that I had from when I worked in the city was accidentally given away or thrown away. I am so freakin’ bummed out about it. It was not snug. It was warm. I could wear a leather jacket under it or a massive sweater. It was like a blanket and now someone else is probably wearing the damn thing.
These shots are making me wish I found that coat. Like. Right. Now.
I wish it would turn up. I know it is just a coat, but it is so annoying that it is just POOF. Gone.
My little boy is not so little anymore. Seven years old today! How can I put into words just how special you are and how incredibly funny and smart and energetic you are every day.
You are all speed. Darting around here, shaking things up and breathing life into our lives. All boy, with all heart, you relish in the quiet stolen moments one on one, but can turn this house upside down with enthusiasm and gusto.
You have an engineer mind. Can create massively complicated Lego sculptures, can add in your head in the hundreds, and your mathematical brain will take you far.
One night last week, when we were chatting and reading our books you said to me, “When I get married, I am going to tell my wife how smart and special she is.” I replied that that was very nice and she will really love that. Then he said, “Plus I am going to read and play with my kids like you do with me. Every day.” The kid has plans.
You are a natural soccer player. I love that you have something that sets you apart from every one else in the family. It is all you, and you relish in the fact that we are so proud of you. You command that field and work with your teammates and I can see that you will carry those traits far into your adulthood.
You are my worrier. Always concerned about where everyone is and if they are OK. You are already thinking about all the things you can be when you grow up, but always ask if that job will be dangerous or make other people worry. Such a grown up thought, and I always say to you be whatever you want to be, and as many things as you want to be.
Seamus, I love you. I cherish you. I thank you for breathing zest and a racing heart to my life. You are my sweet wonderful boy and I am proud of the young man you are. Happy 7th! Let’s rock on!
I have been looking into getting some birch logs for the upstairs fireplace. I think since it is painted black inside, the white logs will really pop. The fireplace is workable, but I hate to use it. I want the one on the lower level to be the one we use regularly instead. I hopped on pinterest to find some inspiration.
I love this design for the holidays. I am actually doing something similar for our fireplace to break up the massive marble. This is so simple and quiet.
Radio silence for a bit around here on the blog. November is one of the busiest months in the year for us. There are so many things going on in this month and incredibly sometimes on the same day that it can get a bit hectic. I am still overwhelmed and humbled by the amount of visitors I get on here every day- even when I do not post. So thank you.
This was Halloween. Obviously. Miss F was three things for Halloween. A Minnie Mouse for a parade, a ladybug for school and for the night of Halloween an owl. Mr. S was Luke Skywalker and Miss P was a robber. We beat the rain by a few minutes and they had such a great time.
I think the cooking bug has spread to the kids as well. Miss P has been making nachos and milkshakes. Miss F has helped bake a pumpkin bread, eggplant and cupcakes. Mr. S has made his favorite cucumber dip. I have to say it has been enjoyable to do this with them.
I think being in a house full of very dominate girls can be a bit too stressful and over whelming for Mr. S. There have been some changes made in the home and he has only benefited from them. He has been relishing in not getting lost in the shuffle and he and I have been getting some one on one time. We have been taking Sadie for walks while he rides his bike. We have been going to the library. At night after I put Miss F to bed, we sit in bed watch TV, read and just talk. Last week he turned to me and said, “This is the best time of day for me now. It is special.” I knew for months something was amiss and I think we are all much happier and more chill now with the way we run the home now.
Every Monday- Friday like clock work, Sadie perches her chin on the window and waits for Mr. S to get off the bus. She gets there and waits for at least 10 minutes. I love that about her. She even has settled down now and the stress level has dropped considerably. She still has a lot of energy, but she is definitely more calm. I have had a love-hate relationship with this one.