Spring. Green stuff. Budding trees. Daffodils.
Mowing. Trimming. Weeding.
I love it.
On a really beautiful spring day the other week, I mentioned to Lowell how I love this time of year. It feels like I have been set free! When I can go outdoors in the gorgeous sunshine, I can no longer see the dirty floors, fingerprinted windows, toys strewn all over the floor, and the dust gathering on my ceiling fans.
In the summer, I do my best to pretend they don’t exist. If you can’t see something, it’s not here, right? I’m liking this theory . . . Although I know in real life the dirt will pile up, so we will be switching to our 1-hour summer cleaning schedule. As a team of seven people, we should be able to get this house cleaned in one hour. Here is the printable I made last year for this type of summer cleaning!
- Before I forget, for those of you who are following the Ken Miller case, here is the first update from prison: Prison Update #1.
I will begin with a confession. I have been posting more pictures on facebook now that I have a smartphone – although it’s been to my personal account, not so much on the Shoe page. So you will find some of those pictures here in this post.
For a while, I took a break from social media and it did me much good. I will probably do this from time to time. Social media is fun to connect with those you hold dear, but it can also be addicting.
In fact, I have even taken a relative break from blogging this winter. I didn’t feel as though I had much to say and this troubled me. Then I realized that I was doing what I wished so many people would do – I was cultivating real-life relationships. Ones where you look into someone’s eyes while you’re talking to them. Where you can put an arm around them or hear their laughter. It has been so good for me! I am learning that I love people – God made us all so unique and I appreciate this uniqueness in my friends.
My advice to you today: don’t let social media, blogs, or the internet take over your relationships with the people God has placed on the path with you. Look into someone’s eyes today and smile. Relish the sound of their laughter. Weep with their tears.
This. Is. Me.
I don’t truly tell everyone to shut up, but coffee is the first thing I do in the morning. It’s my ritual. My return to sanity. I even saw you can get this on a coffee mug and I hope to acquire one someday!
Oh, how I love this little troop of mine. They’re crazy. They’re fun. They’re ornery as mud.
But they fill my heart with so much joy!
We had a rather shocking experience last week.
We woke up one morning to find that our daddy cat had given birth to five kittens!
Yes, this was indeed a troubling experience for Logan. He had been 99% certain this cat was male . . . and then for it to deliver 5 kittens concerned him greatly. I personally was never convinced it was a male and kept calling it “she”. I mean, seriously, what self-respecting male cat would be so fluffy and yellow and nice? No offense, men. But that was my logic.
Logan’s mind immediately went through several possibilities such as . . . “Mom, what if a girl cat had kittens and just left them with Joey?” Joey was our “male”.
My mind immediately came up with several impossibilities to that situation:
- A daddy cat cannot feed those sweet babies.
- A daddy cat simply does not have the right maternal hormones to make it lick and clean those slimy kittens the minute they are born.
- Had a mama cat plopped five still-wet kittens at a male cat’s feet . . . we would have seen his backside as he hightailed it off to the bakery for coffee with his buddies. Or whatever cats do when they wish to escape reality.
No offense there again, men. You go ahead and enjoy that cup of coffee while we enjoy our babies!
Lowell was gone over the weekend to his brother’s wedding in Pennsylvania. Since we are all planning a big trip back east in June, we thought it best to just send Lowell for this gathering. The kids and I stayed home and did our best to party all weekend. Subway is one way that we party!
One more note: have you ever realized how hard it is to take a selfie of seven people?! Two of us only got one eye in this picture, but it works.
While Lowell was gone, I also planned a surprise for him . . . but since this post is already getting lengthy, I will save it for next time. Hopefully this week! Someone pray it rains Thursday and maybe I will find the time to write it. It was fun!!
Now I am off to transplant some perennials . . .