Dotty Onesie

Hello! Asher is so lovingly decorating Mady's onesie for her. It was his idea! Well, no, it really wasn't. But still, he did most of it. Wasn't that nice?

Mady, however, is just not sure how she feels about wearing some silly home decorated crap. Too bad, Mady. Get some motor control and dress yourself.

This is Asher's paint, rip, paste in the style of Matisse. 

See? 

Eli was not interested. Instead he prepped for a later project. AKA, he cut a bunch of string.

I made these. Ready to be shipped out to a person of love. 

But if you don't get one, don't get crazy. It doesn't mean I don't love you. I probably do. It's just that these were expensive to make. 

Just kidding. They're coffee filter flowers. Crazy cheap. So fun.

Ok thanks bye!

Feelin Groovyyyyy (go ahead and make a Googie)

I'm feeling rather charmed at the moment.
I mean I'm enjoying my charmed life.

Andy is really comfortable in his job. We are excited and planning and taking steps towards what will hopefully be our last move (well, for five years anyway). We pay all dees bills bills bills right away and that feels amazing! But mostly, I'm feeling so good because the boys and I have hit an aggressive art streak! All day long for about a week and a half now, we've been super busy making the things. And we do it all. And we do it awesome style. And it feels like candy. Like motha effin candy.

Another thing that really does it for me is constantly visiting the library. Something about free books. I don't know what it is, but there is something. About free books. Free. Every time. And they know us there. Eli is the lady's favorite at storytime and that makes me want to hug everything. Shoot. Missed storytime today. Whoops!

And one more thing. About not free books. I have the most inspiring collection of kid-related stuffs. We are never wanting for a story or poem to read. Or reenact! And art and game books an  parenting philosophy boring but not really boring books. All of it. I got them. I gots them aaaalllll. Heart heart heart.

So, paints and papers and books. Oh, look. I am exactly the same person I was twenty years ago. Well, except now I've got my own kidlings. 

And they are living my dream. Whether they like it or not!!