Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
The new header I made. I love those lilacs!
Singing songs with my children. Especially Once There Was a Snowman sung backwards. In June!
Puffy white and gray clouds.
Phone calls from my husband.
The freedom of summertime.
Watching my 8 year old and my 18 month old cleaning up their bedroom together. Complete with high fives.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
I struggle with laundry. Not the washing and drying part so much, but the folding and putting away part. Especially the socks! Having seven people in our family means that we go through about 49 pairs of socks a week. Minimum! Then I have to sort them and try to match them up and always have about 10 socks left over without mates. (Where could they possibly be going?!?) I dislike it so much that I put off the job as long as I can. But then one morning I always end up hearing, "MOOOooooom! I need socks!" I really don't like that either. Here is my solution. (I really, REALLY hope it helps.)
Each person in the family now has their own sock bag.
I bought these mesh bags 4/$1 at the dollar store. They were all the same color so I sewed a letter onto each bag, and now we can all tell quickly whose bag is whose. We put our dirty socks into the bag when we take them off our feet and I collect the bags when I'm doing the laundry. The socks will stay in the bags all through the washer and dryer, then I'll fold the socks for the younger kids, myself, and James. The older two have to fold their own socks. The clean socks will be put away and we will have a nice clean sock bag ready for more dirty socks.
I am SO excited!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
We couldn't just drive straight to Tennessee without stopping, and so we did stop at some wonderful places. Even though I was only five I can still remember looking at Mt. Rushmore and seeing those great big stone faces. We also stopped at Nauvoo. The only thing I really remember from Nauvoo is a little cemetery we walked through. We also stopped in Missouri to visit my Aunt Ruby. She was not really my aunt, but a cousin of my great-grandfather, but she was an aunt to us. I remember going with her to visit an old house out in the country, and it seems that it had been a house that she or maybe her mother had lived in as a child. There were some loose boards with nails strewn around, and I remember she held my hand and made sure I stepped carefully. Some time I need to write a whole post just about Aunt Ruby.
I don't have any pictures of Grandmama so I got this picture from my Uncle Jim's blog.
I only got to visit Grandmama three times before she died, but I am so grateful for each of those visits. I was young and don't remember very much now, but I do remember Grandmama and what she looked like and how she talked and what her house looked like and smelled like and what a neat yard she had and how she loved us.