Hullo. Remember Me?

After a week of no internet, a weekend of no power, and the busyness of a holiday weekend in May, I have to say I am missing blogging! It's high time I joined the ranks once again. Picasa is about overflowing with blogworthy (and not so blogworthy, but you'll get them anyway) photos right about now.

First of all and most importantly, I want to say~

Thanks to all the wonderfully kind comments on our exciting news post. I was more than a bit intimidated when clicking the "publish" button, knowing that we might very well be written off as cuckoo. I should have known better.

Again, thank you for your encouragement and for your prayers-we are so grateful for them!

Now for our regularly scheduled broadcasting.

Because I have some catching up to do, here is just a BIT of what has been going down...


On his last day of work, we picked Matt up from work and said goodbye to our second vehicle, laptop, cellphone, and all sorts of good gadgets that came with his job. A fair trade. We got McDonalds icecream cones on the way home to celebrate. His first week home was really wonderful. Really REALLY wonderful. He worked pretty tirelessly to get an office made out of the old milkhouse which, had you seen the state of the milkhouse you would know, was a very VERY big job. And always we knew, he was right out by the barn if we wanted him. There were lots of barn visits last week. And there was a good bit of relaxing time too. Just the daily commute to and from his job freed up over two hours of each and every day that just disappeared before.

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For about two weeks now it has been hot Hot HOT during the day and rainy, stormy, and gusty with a few hailstones, lightning bolts and house-quaking mixed in. And before that, it was just plain rainy. So my perfectly tended garden in March was....well, not quite perfect anymore. I couldn't even bear to take a before photo it was so depressing.

The weeds had overtaken the garden and could quite easily eat my youngest girl up, they were so tall. I avoided it like the plague, knowing of course, I couldn't avoid it forever. One Saturday I finally forced myself to do it. This was the result:


Not to mention, THIS:


Trick question: am I wearing a white tank top or NOT wearing a white tank top here?

I weeded. And weeded. And weeded. And trimmed around the entire garden with cardboard (SO Lovely to look at!) to keep the weeds from growing around the fence. And once that was done I realized~ Whatdayaknow? Our first lettuce was ready for harvesting! So we did.

And then I trellised the peas that were crying out for mercy in the heat and planted the zucchini and pumpkins, yellow squash and beets, beans and cucumbers, carrots and corn.

Then I admired the strawberries that are looking plump and green and lovely and then finally calmly told my seedlings to wait to be planted because hail was in the forecast. They have thanked me for my forethought many times this past week.

I will be transplanting the seedlings tonight. Ready or not, here they come.

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This picture cracks me up. She was chasing her brother and sister around and whoopsie! Her undies fell around her ankles. She laughed and then did it again. And again. And now you know~

my GIRL HAS BEEN WEARING UNDIES FOR ABOUT THREE WEEKS NOW! She has been doing SO good, she even wears them when we go OTHER places. Last Sunday, she wore them to church and that is two hours in the car-and she kept them dry. A few accidents here and there, not the pee kind, but for the most part~ potty trained!

She's growing up....

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Speaking of growing up~ this little man is growing up too fast for me. A beard? ALREADY?!?


And time for just one more picture before rest time is over:

My newest 'do.


I found that when my hair is feeling greasy because I haven't washed it~ twisting the sides and drawing it back in a low ponytail are just the ticket. Add some flower barrettes and you might even convince people you were getting all fancy on them. WAY better than my usual ugly, greasehead ponytail. I wore it uptown and every.single.place.I.shopped (even the gas station) someone complimented me on my hair. I laughed inside, wondering what they might think if they actually knew how gross my hair really was.

And yes, showering IS a feat for me. thankyouverymuch.

Now, if you see me with my hair like this, you will know I am a greasehead.

I wonder if I should have posted this after all???