Happy Halloween!

Motoring

I know you are all wondering where I have disappeared to. . . The start of school sickness finally hit me. Yuck! And I am swimming in a room full of fabric, trying desperately to finish six, seven-piece, elaborate Halloween costumes. Fun times. Anyway-- I thought I would share one last summer-y thought since it appears that we are already into winter here with no end in sight.

Our new home has given Brandon a new hobby-- the yard (lucky me!). He spent the last two months baby-ing his lawn-- fertilizing, edging, mowing, weeding, and on and on and on. The girls thought it was fantastic playing outside, watching Dad, "helping" Dad. When we first got the lawn mower, Brandon was trying to explain that it needed gas because it had a motor in it and the girls didn't quite get it. What they did get is that every Saturday and Tuesday, they got to play outside all day while Dad "motored" the yard.

Kendi's Breakfast

Milk-
Toast- (apparently she doesn't like the crust-- she starts in the middle!)

And binky (only every other bite)-

And just for added interest, here is what we woke up to this morning-

Yippee. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

Octoberfest

Ummm, not sure exactly what it is or why we celebrate, but this weekend is the Octoberfest. I took the girls downtown today where they had blocked off Main Street and they had a little fair going on. The girls got to jump in the bounce houses and ride a miniature train-- all for free! WAY better than the fair.

And this is a clock. That is in downtown Twin. There is no real reason for it to be here in this blog post, except that is is cool. And I like it.

That's all. Have a happy Friday.

Hi, my name is CUTE!

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Four Generations

When my grandmother passed away this summer, I was the lucky one who inherited all her crafty hordings from her 91 years of life. There are two large boxes sitting in my sewing room/play room full of her fabric, thread, lace, trims, ribbing, patterns-- well, you get the picture. As I was going through these things today Kamber was helping me sort when we came across a gold colored round tin that was full of buttons (along with several ziplocks full of MORE buttons!). Kamber told me they must be Great Grandma's because they smelled like her house. This brought a smile to my face-- that my little one, who only was in Grandma's home a few times, knew the distinct "grandma smell."


I told her that they were indeed Great Grandma's. She then proceeded to sort through all of the buttons, taking out her favorites. "All the pretty and cute ones," she told me. As I watched her sort, it brought back memories of me and my sisters doing very similar things with those exact same buttons. And then I remembered that Grandma told me several times that her boys had played with those same buttons. And then I remembered the story behind those buttons.


At some point in her life, my grandmother worked for some sort of thrift store. When there were clothing items that were donated that they could not sell, she and the other ladies that worked there would tear out the zippers and unpick the buttons to keep for later.


And now, more than 60 years later, her great-granddaughter is sorting through her pretty buttons, saved from thrift store unwanteds. . . Four generations. . . I can't help but smile!


******Note: My mom just corrected me-- this started with my grandmother's mother, making it FIVE generations!!!

Flordia T-Shirts

Aunt Lacey sent us some cute tees from her trip to Florida. Aren't we cute?

Thanks, Aunt Lacey!