Today is Jason's day off after a long 4 day holiday.
I am so excited.
Bagels at Paradise Cafe and antiquing at Midland Antiques Mall downtown are on the books.
I thought today might never get here.
"Today I will be as happy as a Bird with a French Fry."
(No I didn't make that up. But it sums up how I feel today.)
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Kickin' it 1830's Style
A beautiful day.
Perfect.
Couldn't special ordered a better one if I tried.
And Conner Prairie was calling.
So Doodle and I answered the call.
No hot air balloon rides today. Mama didn't bring enough cash.
So we pretended instead.
One of the many things I love about Hollis is she never begs for toys or candy or special treats while we are out.
Maybe it's because I'm always telling her how broke I am.
I made her pose with this donkey.
She could've skipped the entire barn/animal petting and been fine with it.
I could've stayed there all day.
She must get non-animal loving gene from her Daddy's side.
I mean, who doesn't want to pet a donkey??
She was much more interested in the Purell dispenser
.Hollis was zoning when this sweet lady was talking to her about spinning wheels.
Maybe she was still thinking about the Purell dispenser.
Because it was the 4th weekend, they had extra special activities.
There was sack racing, watermelon seed spitting contests, theater performances, barn dances and militia drills.
Cake tastings and pioneer baseball games and tomahawk throwing contests.
Indian legends and wilderness stories about the campfire.Patriotic sing-alongs.
Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
I couldn't convince Hollis to participate in one single thing.And I got really grouchy, really fast.
UGH.
I then I felt guilty that I was disappointed/mad she didn't want to take advantage of all there was to offer.
Mom Guilt is the WORST.
She was teaching me an important lesson today.
I need to accept her for her interests and gifts God gave her and not try to force her adhere to my standards/likes/dislikes.
And once I realized this, things went much more smoothly for the day.
She was happiest inside with the scientific experiments.
And pretend play.
And dress up, of course.
Yes, she was much happier.
And so was I.
It was indeed a perfect day.
Even without the watermelon spitting seed contest.
Perfect.
Couldn't special ordered a better one if I tried.
And Conner Prairie was calling.
So Doodle and I answered the call.
So we pretended instead.
Maybe it's because I'm always telling her how broke I am.
She could've skipped the entire barn/animal petting and been fine with it.
I could've stayed there all day.
She must get non-animal loving gene from her Daddy's side.
I mean, who doesn't want to pet a donkey??
She was much more interested in the Purell dispenser
Maybe she was still thinking about the Purell dispenser.
There was sack racing, watermelon seed spitting contests, theater performances, barn dances and militia drills.
Cake tastings and pioneer baseball games and tomahawk throwing contests.
Indian legends and wilderness stories about the campfire.Patriotic sing-alongs.
Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
I couldn't convince Hollis to participate in one single thing.And I got really grouchy, really fast.
UGH.
I then I felt guilty that I was disappointed/mad she didn't want to take advantage of all there was to offer.
Mom Guilt is the WORST.
I need to accept her for her interests and gifts God gave her and not try to force her adhere to my standards/likes/dislikes.
And once I realized this, things went much more smoothly for the day.
She was happiest inside with the scientific experiments.
And dress up, of course.
And so was I.
It was indeed a perfect day.
Even without the watermelon spitting seed contest.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Market Day
We haven't been to the Zionsville market for 2 years.
And I am having big cravings for a tomato, basil and mozzarella salad.
So, it was time.
To market, to market we went.
The market is filled with children, homemade pies, fresh cut flowers,organic meats and fresh veggies and fruits.
And dogs.
The dogs might be my favorite part.
One HAPPY place.
Clearly, Wrigley is not welcome at the market.
For so many reasons.
On so many levels.
I will be sampling this honey before the summer is over.
I gotta give this to the kid- she sure can pick out some tasty sweet corn- leotard and all.
And then the sweat began to run down our legs.
And my market buddy began to complain even though I bought her a cold orange drink she didn't like.
And I ran out of money.
So it was home again, home again
jiggity jig.
And I am having big cravings for a tomato, basil and mozzarella salad.
So, it was time.
To market, to market we went.
And dogs.
One HAPPY place.
For so many reasons.
On so many levels.
And my market buddy began to complain even though I bought her a cold orange drink she didn't like.
And I ran out of money.
So it was home again, home again
jiggity jig.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Busyness
I win the worst blogger award for this past week.
Between VBS, a toe emergency, ultrasound appt. and catching up with friends, I have been M.I.A.
But this is a new week
A nice lazy slow one
Just the way I like it.
One of the highlights of my week was being able to spend time with my friend Rachel.
She drove from Iowa, with her two sweet boys, to visit all her friends in the Hoosier state.
For the record, that's 8 hours.
And I did mention she did it by herself with 2 little ones in tow, right?
That's one of the many things I love about Rach-she doesn't let fear stop her.
She doesn't take the easy way out.
She lives life to the fullest.
And she is a great listener.
She asks lots of questions. And she is so honest.
I could tell her I was pen pals with Charles Manson and she wouldn't judge me.
In fact, she would probably say, "Oh really? He is an unique fellow. I could see how he would be an interesting pen pal."
And I won't even talk about her Carrie Underwood hair that is the envy of all who meet her.
Everyone needs a Rachel in their life.
I know I am glad I have mine.
Sat night we were able to spend the evening with the Thawleys and their 3 boys.
Our family loves spending time with theirs.
Barefoot kids.
Lightening bugs flickering in jars.
Ice cream sandwiches and lemonade.
Treehouses and swingsets.
Childrens giggles.
Big Dipper and Little Dipper sightings.
Will Hollis remember any of these moments?
These moments filled of innocence and beauty and friendship and sweetness?
Will she recall them after she is grown and smile when she thinks about the perfection of this night?
Will she know that Jason and I did our best to gift her with a childhood full of goodness and love?
I hope so.
It was a night that would've made Harper Lee smile.
That I know for sure.
Between VBS, a toe emergency, ultrasound appt. and catching up with friends, I have been M.I.A.
But this is a new week
A nice lazy slow one
Just the way I like it.
One of the highlights of my week was being able to spend time with my friend Rachel.
She drove from Iowa, with her two sweet boys, to visit all her friends in the Hoosier state.
For the record, that's 8 hours.
And I did mention she did it by herself with 2 little ones in tow, right?
That's one of the many things I love about Rach-she doesn't let fear stop her.
She doesn't take the easy way out.
She lives life to the fullest.
And she is a great listener.
She asks lots of questions. And she is so honest.
I could tell her I was pen pals with Charles Manson and she wouldn't judge me.
In fact, she would probably say, "Oh really? He is an unique fellow. I could see how he would be an interesting pen pal."
And I won't even talk about her Carrie Underwood hair that is the envy of all who meet her.
Everyone needs a Rachel in their life.
I know I am glad I have mine.
Sat night we were able to spend the evening with the Thawleys and their 3 boys.
Our family loves spending time with theirs.
Barefoot kids.
Lightening bugs flickering in jars.
Ice cream sandwiches and lemonade.
Treehouses and swingsets.
Childrens giggles.
Big Dipper and Little Dipper sightings.
Will Hollis remember any of these moments?
These moments filled of innocence and beauty and friendship and sweetness?
Will she recall them after she is grown and smile when she thinks about the perfection of this night?
Will she know that Jason and I did our best to gift her with a childhood full of goodness and love?
I hope so.
It was a night that would've made Harper Lee smile.
That I know for sure.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina...
The laundry has been washed.
The emails have been answered.
The voice mails checked.
Jason has been fed a couple of home cooked meals.
We are home.
We are home and we have hit the ground running.
Who started the rumors that summer was supposed to be lazy and slow?
Not at this house, I'm tellin ' you.
Anyway, here are some of my favorite pics of time spent in one of my favorite places with my favorite people.
Thanks, Mom and Dad for sharing your vacation with us.
We wouldn't have missed it for the world.
The emails have been answered.
The voice mails checked.
Jason has been fed a couple of home cooked meals.
We are home.
We are home and we have hit the ground running.
Who started the rumors that summer was supposed to be lazy and slow?
Not at this house, I'm tellin ' you.
Anyway, here are some of my favorite pics of time spent in one of my favorite places with my favorite people.
Thanks, Mom and Dad for sharing your vacation with us.
We wouldn't have missed it for the world.
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