Ode to Crazy Horse

We did it Crazy Horse....you, I, and your little orbiting friend....we did it. We managed to take a sadly neglected porch floor from this.....



TO THIS........


God Bless Power Tools and the Dads that come with them. ;-)





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Deer in the Headlights

The gig is up. The flashlight bandit has been caught. So it REALLY isn't our fault that our flashlights NEVER have functioning batteries.


Photo by Marshall

I now know why God gave me two boys.......

Yardwork.

Just kidding, just kidding. But darn if they aren't good helpers! This afternoon, at Marshall's insistence, we commenced the branch cutting projects around the yard. Those naughty naughty walnut trees decide to grow every darn place you don't want them...and Marshall the Enforcer does away with them. Then there was the problem rose patch that seemed to be pooping out and needed a crewcut. Marshall trimmed and cut and cut and trimmed for hours. And bless his little heart, Clancey Dylan would drag those limbs to the pile, one after another. Most at least twice his size. Frankly I stood around with my hands on my hips the majority of the time....hmm....that's a strange feeling now isn't it?

Lilacs and Lessons

It's finally time....spring....headed into summer. I brought the first fresh flowers into the house this past week. Daffodils, grape hyacinth, tulips....oh so nice. I sprinkled the bouquets around the house...but mostly upstairs. That's what my mom used to do when we were at home. Fresh linens always seemed to be accompanied by fresh lilacs on our bedside tables. They smelled dazzling as we slipped into our crisp, freshly made beds. I think about those things now more that I am a mom. I appreciated those little things, even when I was young, but now I TRULY appreciate all the little things my mom did and does for us. She did it while balancing work and a nearly 3 hour commute everyday. I don't think I'll ever be that tireless, but think I learned a little something about how much the little things count....and stick in those little ones' brains.

Happy Birthday Mom.