A full, busy schedule.
Because between piano and soccer and baseball and ccd and homework and all the other aspects of our lives that make our crazy schedule, is a full and happy life being lived. I count my blessings where I can get them.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
2.27.12--Number 58
Gnomes.
Because they are quirky and funny and, yes, a little weird... This particular one is about 5 inches tall and lives on my kitchen counter.
Because they are quirky and funny and, yes, a little weird... This particular one is about 5 inches tall and lives on my kitchen counter.
Monday, February 27, 2012
2.26.12--number 57
Spontaneous afternoon trips for frozen yogurt.
Because it's always fun to surprise the kids with a little afternoon treat. And watching Isla try and steal bites from the older two as they pose for a picture is hilarious.
Because it's always fun to surprise the kids with a little afternoon treat. And watching Isla try and steal bites from the older two as they pose for a picture is hilarious.
2.25.12--number 56
Saturday afternoon naps on the couch.
Because sometimes -- only SOMETIMES, mind -- I have one if those lazy weekend days when a nap is very much in order. And being curled up under a gorgeously colored blanket is just the thing for it.
Because sometimes -- only SOMETIMES, mind -- I have one if those lazy weekend days when a nap is very much in order. And being curled up under a gorgeously colored blanket is just the thing for it.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
2.23.12--Number 54
The rosy glow of a warm sunset in February.
Because when it ends a day like today, warm and sunny, it feels like summer days, mojitos and tank tops can't be far behind.
Because when it ends a day like today, warm and sunny, it feels like summer days, mojitos and tank tops can't be far behind.
2.22.12--Number 53
"Love" Artwork from my kids
Because sometimes I think they accidentally border close to perfection, like this one from Edie, which practically screams Keith Haring to me. Definitely a keeper.
Because sometimes I think they accidentally border close to perfection, like this one from Edie, which practically screams Keith Haring to me. Definitely a keeper.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)






