Box o' fabulous

So we live in a rural town.  And, although we have been to, and travelled through some areas that are a lot less populated than this place that we call home, we still are far away from cute shops and artsy whimsical places that would have me drooling on the perfectly worn wood floors.

This is why I love the internet.

Because then I get to wait for the UPS man to bring me boxes like this:

Containing treasures like this:

Oh how I love you new box of yarn. With all your softness and potential just waiting to hit the bamboo needles!

So that my friends, is how you get this rural town girl to feel giddy!

The words she says

On to round two of "Guess what she's saying"

This is another one of those things that she says in a rather demanding way.  And no, there isn't a nicer way to put it, she sees, she wants, end of story!

She asks in her two year old way for a bidit.

And points to the bidit.

And if you don't know what she's saying....she will say it again!  "BIDIT!!!"

Here she is with her bidit:

She loves her bidits and actually we have had to store them in the cabinet instead of the fruit bowl or she will eat (demand) 3 or 4 of the a day. Or really, as many as she sees in the fruit bowl.

My girl is two

I can't believe that I'm even typing this....my baby is two. (or if you ask her, 13!)

And, no, her birthday wasn't today.

Or last week.

Or last month for that matter.

But really. Who's counting.

The family went up to her room when she woke up that morning and we started singing "Happy Birthday" to her, so in the pictures she was acting silly.

Still way cute in my opinion.

The funny thing is, in the pictures you can see all her requirements for a good nights rest...

"Baby Ann", the doll, "Moon" (passed down from brothers) the Good Night Moon book, "Ba-Ba" the doll face pillow, and "bintie" her blanket.

Halloween (not) fun

For my boys, Halloween was great fun...for me, not so much.

Too much candy=way too much sugar high, which causes me to wish I could just run my nails down a chalkboard.

Top that with a two year old that has a horrid fear of masks of any sort, and big brothers that waited 364 days for the costumes that were on their "must have of this season" list....

Well, anyhoo. The proof is in the pictures. Baby hiding from "sarie masts" in the house.

Every house should have a Beagle inspector.

And, yes, I was trying to get some semi-cute kids with pumpkins photos, believe it or not, these are the best of them. Lucky day. The dog would not leave! The baby would not look, and on it goes.