they say a picture’s worth a thousand words. with that ratio, that puts the worth of this post at like, a billion.
i have that wonderful feeling right now…like i felt in college when i procrastinated for weeks on a twenty-page paper, saved it to the night before, stayed up all night to finish it and finally, twenty minutes before my class started, triumphantly hit “print.”
this weekend, i finally hit *print.*
beginning with the roof. we saved a $500 pressure cleaning fee by brett and austyn chlorinating our roof yesterday. they were up there for probably ten hours, and still have to finish the back. but look…pretty nice, eh?
then, i slew the ironing dragon. i looked at the fire-breathing pile of wrinkled clothes, and i put it to rest. i did.
finally, the beast of all beasts. my bedroom has not been its cozy, ambient, candle-lit sweet little nook of a space since, well probably shortly after lainey was born. it was an ongoing organization project –half-filled bins of stuff i intended to pack-up in the garage, a laundry basket full of where-the-heck-do-i-put-this (including random things like a belt to a halloween costume, mismatched christmas socks, parenting magazines i read in the hospital with lainey but felt too sentimental to throw away…you get the picture.) it’s all gone. i threw so much away, and cleaned, scrubbed, dusted, straightened…until finally…i began to recognize the room i love. my nook. my calm and cozy escape. my happy little room.
and then, we just enjoyed all the random wonderfullness of our weekend in between….
like a house full of girls, blueberry pancakes, chick flicks and popcorn, a pool full of kids, katie’s dance recital, the new found love of converse all-stars, too much coffee, glittery eyeshadow makeovers and a french-braiding session, learning all the words to hannah montana songs, discovering lainey loves shoulder rides and being dragged down the hallway inside a blanket…
…and so much more. i’m beat, man. but it’s worth it.
i’m the picture-taker in the family. if i’m in a picture, it’s usually ‘cuz i took it in the mirror.
is there anything more delicious than chalky toes? i’s just wonderin’.
some people like to get out at dusk for their early morning run. not lainey…she likes to get out at dusk for her early morning walker jaunt. and you should see her…it’s a jaunt. she can run with that thing. one scuffed-up pair of jammy feet later, she’s ready for her day. and i’ve realized…this walker is her crutch. enabling her to not walk. my dad says we are going to push her in a stroller to her kindergarten class. nah. she’ll walk.
…enjoying the really-busy-but-really-fun things. ~k
I love your bedroom! It’s so gorgeous! I want a room like that!
And great job to Brett with the roof! Isn’t it so great to do something yourself and save all that money?
Could Lainey on your shoulders BE any cuter? I love it.
wow before i read your post, from the pic, i thought you “re-shingled”. Great job!
maybe Lainey’s walker is her crutch or MAYBE she’s so brilliant she doesn’t want to dare falling and bruise her beautiful head.
Perhaps if you put her school’s mascot on her “walker” her classmates will not laugh at her when she arrives for her first day of school carrying her books in it. Cowboy up, girl, get that girl a’walkin’! My guess is she is brilliant and realizes, she really doesn’t need to…everything she needs is right within reach. Love her, horizontal or vertical.
On the legs with high tops, my guess is, the Michigan girl has the tan legs and the Florida native girl has the lighter gams, right?
Haha, I love Lainey’s face as she “jaunts”. Your bedroom is awesome by the way!!!
lol – love the mascot on the walker idea! haha your bedroom looks gorgeous and cozy now. good for you getting so much accomplished over the weekend. i need motivation to do things like that too.
btw – my kids have the exact same walker as lainey! brings back alot of memories! it’s sitting in my basement collecting dust 🙂
You’re inspiring me about my bedroom! Boxes of stuff that I have no idea what to do with…
Hey on ‘not walkin’, don’t push it – the slower those milestones are reached, the smarter the kid – honest – Einstein didn’t even talk until he was like….8 or something…the more time they spend developing early on, the deeper they are. TRULY.
Your bedroom is absolutely gorgeous! Like 5 star hotel beautiul except homey-er. ANd I totally agree on the walk when she’s ready comment. We’re so tempted to push our kids and put them on our timeline. She’ll do it when she’s ready. Looks like Savannah had a good time!
There’s an old lady in our condonium complex and I see her every day, pushing her walker as she enjoys her daily tour of the landscaping. The walker? Fisher Price. A larger version of Lainey’s and an earlier vintage. I asked her about it, and she said she wasn’t interested in walking when she was little, and somehow, the years got away from her, and now, and 82, she figures, why?
Although she cannot walk, she is very deep.