Easter Egg Wreath

We had a beautiful day here today!!  I believe Spring has "sprung"...and it's still WINTER!!!!  We never really had a "winter" though, with the temps being above average, and the snowfall being waaaaay below average.  But, for as much as my kiddos were disappointed in the lack of snow, I did NOT hear them complain one bit about today's 67 degrees.  I had a backyard full of kids this weekend, and managed to find some time to work on my Easter Wreath.  It turned out beautiful!  I loved making this wreath.  My little guy was telling me I should make them as Christmas gifts (hahaha)...but hey, I would like to get this as a gift, so why not???

  So cool!!!  And YES, despite living in an all "boy" house, I chose my favorite colors, purple and pink, to accent this wreath...afterall, I'm the one really enjoying it:)  I love it, and can't wait to make more.

I've been replaced by Yoda;)

It wasn't too long ago that I was the "hero" in my young son's eyes.  From taking out a splinter to making the best cookies, I could do no wrong;)  Fast forward 7 years to today.  It's a beautiful lazy Saturday, and all I want to do is sleep in.  But, alas, my youngest comes padding down the hallway to wake me from my slumber.  In the past, this lil fella would tumble into bed with me and snuggle.  But not today.  Today he wants me to get up and make pancakes.  Not even so much as a hug or a kiss or a quick cuddle!  I give in and trudge into the kitchen, only to catch the tail end of an imaginary conversation my lil guy is having with his plastic walkie talkie.  I ask him who he's talking to and he says:  " the coolest one in the galaxy Mom...YODA!"...which wouldn't be so bad, except he ended it with a "duh" and left the room.  This lil guy went from adoring me, to anything monster truck, to wanting to be a nascar driver.  But the force is strong with this one.  We have a new kind of Jedi in the house, and as it  turns out, I've been replaced by Yoda.  Let the Star Wars Phase begin.

Wow!  He's crafty like his Mom!

Growing up

I have so many memories from growing up, but the one that sticks out the most is more of a thought.  In my head, I couldn't wait to grow up.  Wow, when you're a kid, time really is slow.  I hated being little and couldn't wait to move out  Now, at the age of 37, time is going by faster than I care for.  Just this morning I was sitting at my kitchen table and my eye caught sight of my husband through the doorwall.  He's all red from yesterday's sun, and he's sweating up a storm.  He's dragging around a heavy bag of mulch and cleaning up the beds in the yard.  And there are piles of more mulch by the patio, waiting for him to drag around.  And then my gaze wanders over to the vacuum cleaner that I lugged out of the hall closet right after waking up this morning.  Wow.  I wonder if thoughts like mine run through my husband's head.  Here I'm thinking, whoa!  When did this happen?  When did I acquire a vacuum cleaner, let alone a kitchen table, patio, doorwall and a husband.  I swear it was just yesterday that I was sitting on my parent's front porch, playing barbies with my best girlfriend, while shooing my little sisters away!