peace with the grieving process, almost.

a commitment to a "week in the life" scrapbooking project.

You can find details here.

This is just one of the 35 photos that I took today--Mog in the car on our thrice weekly trip to daycare, looking a bit tired. I was angry because apparently my memory card has a bad spot and a couple of my pictures were lost--shots of me and Eli out at the new house. But such is life. Just part of my day.

a post to my other blog.

You can read it here.

a pregnant woman scrub my bedroom floor on her hands and knees.

Yeah, seriously. I'm ashamed. But apparently not ashamed enough to not let her do it.

We got so much work done today! Elecia and I cleaned out the entire bedroom--closet, dresser drawers, even the no man's land underneath the bed. (My closet shelves, which were a piled mess of sweaters, now house only a few pairs of shoes, pajama pants, a couple of sweaters, a belt, and a sheet.)

Grandma Connie watched Eliot and Zayda and fed all of us all day long while we worked, and the guys took truckloads of boxes and furniture over to the new house.

We're getting closer...

some great rummage sale finds.

including a winter coat for Eliot that hopefully will fit him next year.
I only paid $1 for it, so no worries if it doesn't fit at the right time.
I'll just pass it on to one of the nephews.
also plenty of pairs of shorts for next summer and some long-sleeved shirts for this winter.
10 cents apiece! :-)

good use of my library card.

took Eliot to the library, where we checked out a few books, only our second time doing so (up until recently we've just played with the trainset and blocks)

His first two choices were What's On My Head? and I've Been Working On the Railroad, both books that he pulled off the shelf and seemed interested in. I must say, the characterization in What's On My Head? was just so finely drawn, and I've Been Working On the Railroad's plot twists! When someone was in the kitchen with Dinah, I was shocked, frankly. So not expecting that.

(Actually, this particular edition of I've Been Working On the Railroad is pretty cute. I didn't mind that one so much.)

Okay, so I'm a smartass, and not the biggest fan of his book choices so far, so I picked out these next two. I'm loving My Son John. The woodcut illustrations are gorgeous, and I love the extra verses of what was my old favorite nursery rhyme. Pussycat, Pussycat and Other Rhymes I chose because he seems to enjoy the Mother Goose book we have at home. We'll see.

southwestern bundles.

tried a new recipe, a success! much yummier than it looks. ;-)

comments on student essays.

a nature collection w/ mog.

featuring rocks and seed pods from our passion vine.

going back and forth from one side of the driveway to the other,

carrying bits and placing them carefully in the shopping cart basket.

and sometimes not so carefully. :-)

progress.

working on striking a balance between work and home. an ongoing process...

a visit to Log Cabin Village.

(site of oh-so-many warm and toasty childhood memories)
:-)

a discovery.

I found this still pinned to a bulletin board packed away in the storage space above our basement stairs. I can't believe how skinny Eli was! And I had almost forgotten the chin piercing...

(Eli and I, Halloween 1999--ironically, long before he chose to go into nursing)

a packing-up moving mess.

mog's carseat face forward, finally.

it up as i went along.

birthday no-bake cookies.

someone laugh.