Color Me Blue

So, you can't tell much from these pictures, but we took some of y'alls advice and painted it the old navy a blue, gray.  However, it's a very bright gray blue.  It's a happy color.  We also listened to Anna McP and changed some of the trim back to white.

Old Navy

New Blue

Bennett and Atticus hated to be left out.

So, I had to take one of him too.  Atticus wouldn't say cheese, so he was cropped out during editing.

Bennett says thanks for stopping by!

What We Learned: 21 Months

Last month it was all about imitation.  This month has been all about imagination.  It's so interesting to watch his little mind work.  In the past few weeks, Bennett has been very into make-believe.  He first started with make-believe flipping flap jacks, but now he has taken to imagining himself as disappearing, as imagining carrying a purse, and imagining he's a flying object.

Bennett learned to finish the lines in books.

We learned that everything sounds sweeter in toddler-talk.

Bennett learned to fly like an airplane.
We learned that it's time to invest in a safety railing.

Bennett learned to give booboos and bug bites a kiss.

We learned that Bennett's already bored with the Toddler I classroom.

Bennett learned that the big boys have a lot to teach about baseball and bootball.

We learned that big kids can teach about baseball, bootball and boogers.

We learned that Bennett can fake sleep.

Bennett learned the importance of turn!

We learned that we can't imagine that slip in the kitchen didn't happen, but we did learn you can postpone haircuts long enough to make the booboo heal.

Meet Gwynnie, my friend's mom

 If you haven't seen the funniest art project by photographer Danny Evans, circulating on the internet, you need to.  Evans edited celebrities photos to look like normal people you would know from church, high school, the grocery store.  There was more than one that I didn't even recognize.  The concept is laugh-out-loud-able, no?  See more here.

Moo

You know you married a good egg when he starts a conversation, "You know what would make for a good blog post..."  We were on our way home from a mid-Saturday afternoon lunch and a quick trip to an antique shop (a really good egg!).  He started to put into words the same thought I had been having since purchasing our house.  Only buy what you love, only decorate what you must.

In our last house and our previous apartments, we hurried to fill empty walls, furnish empty rooms and make the beds.  We were left with a whole lot of furniture, decor and even towels that while we wanted it at the time, we didn't like it a year or two later.  The things that we do still admire include a tablecloth, a lamp and a pair of candlesticks.

I suppose that's why the one thing we've purchased together for the house was this:

Yes my friends, that is a cast iron wall-hanging of a cow.  It's about five inches tall and will hopefully serve the very important function of holding keys.

I found it a few weeks ago when I was on the hunt for a console table.  I took a picture because I thought Rocky, the boy who grew up on a cattle farm, would appreciate it.  He couldn't stop thinking about the most perfect key ring for our house ever and we were thrilled to learn that not everyone is searching for the most perfect cast iron cow key ring holder. 

Hopefully, I can keep y'all entertained with more thrilling home updates in the not so distant future. The possibilities are endless when you start the series with a moo!
 

Friends in No Places

I've waxed and waned pathetic about friendships here before.  But, I know many people of my age and generation have similar feelings about the subject.  Making friends later in life is hard.  Maintaining friendships later in life is hard. 
Last weekend a fabulous NY Times Article was published that made me feel a little less lonely.  Apparently, it's a common sentiment. 

At least I don't have to resort to this man's tactics:      

"After a move to New York in his 30s, Dave Cervini, a radio station executive, was so lonely that he would walk his cat in Central Park, hoping to stoke conversations."

For those of you that haven't read it, I recommend it.  For my old friends that have stuck by me even as they read about my lack of said friends, I love you, I miss you, we should do lunch.

Because I'm having writer's block

Posting has been light lately, no?  I just can't think about anything lately beyond house projects and the summer vacations I am not taking.  So, to keep you up to date, a random list of bullet points, stream of consciousness style.

1. I really want to go to the beach.

2. My parents are going to Savannah next month and I am very jealous.

3. I miss going out to eat without the stress of a wiggly toddler.

4. I thought we were going to go see a movie together for the first time in two years.  It didn't happen.

5.  A few weeks ago we got ten hours of sleep on a Saturday.  That was the first time in two years.  It might have been better than a movie anyway.

6. I am contemplating buying cowboy boots.

7. Bennett is moving onto size 2T clothing.  Big kids wear size 2T clothing.

8. His favorite game involves spatulas, griddles and make believe pancakes.

9. I miss baking.

10. My wish list for the house grows daily.  It includes things like a new back splash and pedestal sinks and sod. 

11.  I mentioned to Rocky that our house needed a name.  We both suggested the same one without knowing what the other one was thinking.

11. I like that you read my dorky blog.

Held Hostage

A photo dump of all of the pictures that have been held hostage on our camera for months. Thanks to vacations, sickness, buying, selling, moving painting and stitching, I haven't had the time or the patience to download pictures in quite some time.

Super Sleepsack Man!

I think I left my block somewhere around here...

This was so long ago, I don't remember what was so interesting, perhaps a cute pupy, a sizzling steak, or more likely a stagnant puddle.

I cropped this photo so you couldn't see just how wussy I dress my kid.

He's a baller.

Hipster shoes

World watch out, he can reach door knobs. And he knows how to use them.

A smile like that can only mean one thing, a mouth full of cinnamon roll.

He's having too much fun to stop and take a cute Father's Day picture in matching polos.

Haven't featured a cute bathtub pictue in quite some time.

And to prove my child isn't always photogenic!