Love, Abby

My littlest has been writing a lot of love notes lately. More than ever now that she knows how to spell more and more words...

This one particularly melted my heart.

I don't think you can find a love more deep and genuine than that of my little Abby for her big step brother and sister.

I think that their love for her is equally as deep.

How lucky we are to have a blended family that works so well. I credit the twins. It'd be hard to find a more loving, helpful, kind and needs-anticipating pair of teenagers.

Yes, it's a word........

I know that there are other wonderful teenagers out there and teenagers probably get a bad wrap too often, but yours don't live with me, so yeah... lol

Her favorite part was "I know how!".

Yep, I think she's been given some divine inspiration on this one...

I love this child. I love ALL my children. Birthed by me or "because God wanted [them on my] side".

convalescing

So I'm laying here in bed convelescing convelessing trying to get my back better (again) and realize I haven't told you about my ultimate yard sale score.

 

 

We went yard sale-ing--that's a thing where you hit several yard sales in one morning--and found a few really great things, but the score of the day was this quilt.

 

You want to know how much I gave for this?

 

Nothing.

 

Nada.

 

Zilch.

 

0.

 

 

Why?

*cricket cricket*


 Because there was cat urine on it. On just one corner.

"I was just gonna throw it away."
"But if you think you can get it clean you can have it."

 

 

 

 

 

I'll take it. :)

*trying not to act too excited*
 

 

I have a washer...

 

And Oxi Clean...

 

And a free new quilt.
 

Here kitty kitty...

 

Spuds

There is a very generous man in our community and he gives potatoes to the people in our community. Free.

I hope blessings are showered down upon him.

We have a LOT of spuds to process. i.e. bottling, bottling and more bottling.

Kids have KP duty...

 

minions

My six year old baby girl Abby asked me yesterday what it felt like to be "old" and what it felt like to be a parent. 

 

She's in a phase where she wants to know what other people feel like. 

 

 

So, I told her that getting "old" means my body hurts sometimes and that she should rub my back every morning to get the old joints movin'. Okay, I didn't say that last part, but should have.  "I have some back problems and it hurts to bend sometimes", I said.  "But I know more stuff, so that's good..." But then I told her that being a parent is the best because you get to love someone more than you ever knew it was possible to love that much.

 

   

So then at dinner time when one of the children was asked to get a cold drink for Dad, Abby says, "I wish I were the parent and had lots of minions to boss around."

 

Minions...

 

MINIONS!

 

 

Well, it is a perk...