This week was my birthday. Somehow a tradition has started and my Mom gives be a hanging basket every year. I love this so much! My mom knows how much I love flowers and these baskets are instant color! Something to start brightening up the yard.
My next house WILL have a mudroom!
Who knew goldfish got so big?
Do your knives look like this after the kids (hubby included) make PB sandwiches?
A great phenomenon has occurred. Brennan who adores his Dad, as he should, has been showering me with attention. Here is a note I found on a pillow when I went to bed one night. How cute!
This is a birdhouse we made for Mother's Day in scouts. It too was found sitting on my pillow. It's all I can do to keep him from giving me the gift he made in school before Sunday.
We were officially inducted into the world of teenagedom. We were TP'd and Forked. Those who TP'd and Forked must have had limited supplies because the "damage" was minimal. What you see is what we got.
I told London and Isabelle that "I" surely was not the intended target, therefore they got to clean it up.