Sup, blogland? You ready for some football? (I always wanted to say that and it be slightly genuine). We're watching pre-game all day and I'll start soon on jambalaya and some other Cajun goodness. Cross your fingers for the Saints!
We finally got around to working on the "gallery wall" type design I have envisioned for above the fireplace. It's a work in progress.....I want to add lots more to fill up more space of these 18 foot ceilings. Pleased with the initial placement.
Had to highlight this funky old cuckoo clock Sass, Coco and I found at Spaghetti Western in Parkville on our home tour trip. Love it. Notice the little guy peaking out. There's a bird on the right side who refuses to emerge.
This week's "You Tell Me" winner is:
"Shhhh, Batman, relax. Just let it happen. Shhhh...don't fight the feeling. Shhh...relax."
It's demented and partially a private joke, but I must crown her the winner. And, please keep the entries coming, people. Sass and Coco really aren't that funny. They just got lucky these last two weeks.
The Mardi Gras wreath is proudly displayed. Surely the Midwesterners think we've lost our minds.
The 3 punks. Yes, we're cutting Lainey's bangs soon.
Do you have a train traveling through your house? If not, you should.
The two little punks are playing together nicely these days. Anytime Lainey needs her brother, she's all "Jackie! Help me!" Cuteness.
Every now and then I'll catch of glimpse of just a tiny bit of toddlerhood still present in Jack. Not much. He's turning 4 in late April and will start Preschool shortly after at our church. Our youngest son is growing up. Still has Flintstone feet, though.
Aren't they sweet working on the train track?
Then, Jack finally loses it. Can't blame him. This is certainly his domain.
And, Lainey's outta there!
Picture of the week. See? I'm there to the left.
Kidding. But, I've had to resort to Jack and Lainey taking my photo if I miss it otherwise. They're pretty interesting!
Our kids have always been fabulous sleepers. We "train" them from birth and insist on it. Lately, though, Jack has started protesting nap time. By attaching himself to the closest piece of furniture. Good effort, buddy.
Lainey has set up a daycare in our living room. She lays all her babies out and then pats them to sleep. Precious.
She's also still perfecting her Delta Gamma party pic smile. Lookin' good, girl.
Finally, this is what we look like at the grocery store. My favorite in Kansas City is Hyvee, and for some reason, the little ones act like total maniacs here. Regardless of what cart we use (I've tried them all).....whether I have Carter there to help or not.......no matter if we're running in for 2 or 20 items.......they are complete fools in this store. I have no doubt my picture is up in the break room with a stern warning suggesting employees give us what we want and get us out of the store ASAP!
That's OK. I'm used to the stares.
Hoping you all are having a great weekend.
Need to leave you with one more little ditty in honor of the Saints.
Sweet baby Jesus, will you look at that man? Not Kim. (yes, we're on a first name basis) Reggie Bush.
During last week's game.....when Reggie wasn't playing so well, I asked, "Blake, is my baby not doing well today?"
His response, "Yeah. I'm sure he's out there thinking......hmmm.....Kim Kardashian? Casey Starnes? Kim Kardashian? Casey Starnes?"
Thank you, Blake. I love you even more for that.