me and my mama

 

We went to a costume birthday party the other day; Lily and Anya lent Nina dog outfit. Nina made a friend who wanted to feed her

Lily was a southern belle


Anya was a pumpkin
 

By the time we headed home Nina was one tired puppy
 

So this costume birthday party we went to on Sunday...
It was waaaay out in the boonies and the directions we got off of the internet told us to drive down what turned out to be hiking trails. We had carpooled with some friends in their van and popped in Madagascar to keep the kids occupied; they would watch half there and half on the way back. It was supposed to be a 40 minute trip. By the time the movie ended we were thinking about giving up (since, of course, we hadn't brought the host's phone number and there was little cel reception anyway). But we finally found it and it was fun. It was gorgeous (the country usually is) and we were rewarded with a beautiful sunset

Evie and Kathleen on the porch

Read another version of this story here (it's way funnier than mine and her pics are gorgeous)

People often think Nina and Anya look alike; someone actually asked the other day if they are twins. They're actually almost 6 months apart in age


 

Nina sharing water with her friend Anya



 

This is the second year we've gotten out of this Eyore costume
 

First Grammatically correct full sentence:
Dumptruck! Please have my dirt.

Please don't ask me what it means, but I almost drove off of the road laughing.

Kitchen update!
 

We are getting all new cabinets for the kitchen. This is what it looked like yesterday


Here's what the cabinets look like right now


This is what the kitchen looked like right before we started tearing it apart


And here's what it looks like right now; thanks Mark and Elaine for helping! You can read more about it at Wannabe Hippie

family portrait
 

two of our travelling companions through South America
 

when I was little, once we moved to the US, we moved to a beautiful farm in Maine and bought an ox. my parents idealistically thought that he would help them work the farm; my dad made him a cart and he had a harness and everything (we also had a barn at the time). Well, apparently oxen work best in twos, and to top it off, Boris had been raised as a...pet. So you can imagine his outrage at being expected to work. One day he took off through the woods, ripping apart his harness and dragging his cart to splinters. Another of Boris' endearing traits was that he loved him some patchouli, so much so that he decided that whoever was wearing it was obviously in town for a booty call. I'll just say that my parents' friends were pretty much all hippies and leave it at that. My dad decided that a roto-tiller might be nice and sold poor old Boris.

that's Arwyn in the Snugli
 

this was my bedroom until I was 5


in here
 

I don't think that's a Britax
 

me riding a circus elephant (I think it was a baby)
 

It's always interesting to me to see what mix of different relatives kids look like

my mom

me

Arwyn (and me)

Larry (you can see where she got her hairdo from)