OUCH!

I thought I would add a picture after a bath and hair -do. She looks a little Frankstein-ish. I've called the school and requested that they monitor her at recess, so as to not allow excessive jumping, climbing, or running. I suggested tying her to a chair, but they didn't think that would work too well with this particular child.

Well, I'll spare you the gruesome photos with blood streaming down her head before our unexpected trip to the emergency room this evening. Maren apparently fell while climbing off of a trailer. And, as many would know - head wounds don't just bleed, they gush. When I caught sight of her she was in Scott's arms and covered in blood - makes a mother's heart drop and pound and thud. She was a trooper at the hospital, squirming a bit when they gave her the shot to numb the wound before the 8 or so stitches. It seems as though the most agonizing part was waiting and waiting and waiting . . . 4 hrs later we were out the door - WHEW!

Cough cough, Oink oink

I seem to have come down with something that resembles the dreaded Swine Flu . . .

Those of you who know me well, would know that I generally always, pretty much often, more than is necessary - jump to the worst possible scenario in my mind. So, when I came down with a sore throat and body aches, I told Scott that I thought I had the Swine Flu. And, if you know him, you would know - that he blows off everything as medically insignificant (unless a leg is severed) - so he had a good laugh at me. I'm feeling much better now - so, I guess I'll put a hold on that cemetery plot for now until the next plague comes along. Until then, I'll just have to harass Scott as much as possible.

The covers are pulled back . . .

Our guest room is complete and I think I just might move in myself, it's so posh . . . especially if there's room service! I want to put a saying on the wall that says, "A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving."

Once upon a time, when I was a wee lass - I had the pleasure of staying in many a Motel 6. On the nightstand, between the beds - was one of these devices that jiggled your body in a most uncomfortable fashion. Regardless of how it felt, we always begged Dad for a quarter and I'm sure he always pretended not to have one, just to hear us wimper. I went on a search for such a critter for our guests to enjoy - the first night's on us. After that- you'll have to supply your own quarters.

Your bed awaits . . . oh, did I forget to mention that your roommate is Maren? You might need another quarter . . .

So, I have a soft spot for vintage suitcases . . . now that I have collected them from every corner of the house, it appears that I may need to discontinue procurring these items or seek medical treatment - YIKES! My "sculpture" in the guest room is over 6 feet tall - but can you imagine the stories that experienced luggage could tell?

Catching Up . . .

I thought these shirts were rather fitting . . .

Please don't look at the dust on the stairs -

I'm done dusting things off until we're finished!

Milah and Maren had a lap-a-thon for the swim team.

Milah completed 84 laps and Maren did 32 laps in an hour!

YIKES - they were exhausted and starving.

Our bedroom floor before faux finisher arrived. We had hired a company to refinish some floors, and decided we would start in our bedroom and see how they did. We ended up firing them, because they were extremely unreliable and didn't seem to have a clue what they were doing.


After grinding on the floor, taping the walls, and coloring and sealing the floor - it looks much better.

Ta Da!

I can't seem to get rid of this duplicate picture - I know I've done this before, but my brain won't engage this morning - must be filled with dust.

Hoppy Easter!

The girls and I colored some eggs yesterday - then we hid them outside. We had an unwelcome seeker in the bunch as Danner kept finding the eggs before the girls could. Cheater cheater.

YIKES! Who is this kid?

Smiling nicely and hands to themselves - Huh?!

Down to the Nitty Gritty

Finished stairway with Alaskan Yellow Cedar. When we built our house, we grabbed a trailer load of logs that Scott has milled and used for trim and now the staircase into the basement. It looks awesome, but is going to be difficult to keep clean - no more muddy boots!


Before pics - I guess we were so used to looking at this, we didn't realize how UGLY it was. A definite improvement.

Our resident contractor - "Mr. Measure twice/cut once"

The persnickety painter. We are down to the finish work - picky painting, sanding, and filling. Mom is extremely good at finding and fixing the flaws - I just try to do what I'm told. I will post pics of the finished product when it is truly finished - we are dangerously close - HOORAY