our cutie patootie django ran away a few months ago.
cohen assured me that even though he ran away from our house, he has probably found a new house, with new people who had BETTER love him as much as we did. i assured him that he was correct. we both needed that reassurance.
he was feeling a little dog-sick, so i took him and the bean to the dog park on our way home one evening for a puppy play date. pretty sure he met every furry animal, canine and otherwise, at red bud isle. . .
he also threw rocks at poor, unsuspecting fish.
iriebean has never met a "puppppppppppyyyyyyyy" she didn't love. she usually lays or leans or falls on them like she's playing a game of trust. they never get it. they just look at you from underneath her like "help." this one was spared.
you might have been hoping for a picture of cohen with one of these animals, but he is lightning fast and my finger over the shutter button doesn't move quick enough. he literally paused for only .3 seconds in this shot to ponder life. then it was over and he was on his way again.
wish i could go back to being a kid again. would spend less time thinking about life, and more time living it.
miss you django.
it's almost late o'clock and instead of laying in my new comfy bed, i'm typing on a keyboard in my living room about it.
a few weeks ago, chancy pants and i decided that we were in dire need of a new bed.
no. scratch that.
a few years ago, chancy pants and i decided we were in dire need of a new bed, and a few weeks ago, our bodies could take it no longer. the pain and suffering we endured during and after what should have been 8 hours of bliss, was unbearable. we have two children under the age of 4. this translates to: we are beyond exhausted at any point of any day. the two of us should have been able to pass out on a bed of nails. y'know, that would have been more comfortable than our bed, and less noisy. our old frame squeeked like an army of seals at a fish market when we'd look in its direction, nevermind the ruckus our entire apartment complex became aware of when we'd sit down on it.
so, we went out, laid on maybe 3 different mattresses, and bought the 4th. it isn't as much fun to try out mattresses with a GG (grumpy gramps) adult male regressing to age 3, an actual 3 year old with more energy than the sun who doesn't understand why we need to lay down "SOOOOO MANYYYY TIIIIMES", and an 18 month old who all of a sudden acquired the hugest crush on her daddy and wouldn't let him put her down. oh, and it's no fun in regular clothes. i don't know why we weren't all in our pjs, cause that WAS the plan.
our plan was also to get a simple headboard that we could enjoy temporarily while living in our apartment and then get something fabulous when we buy a house. so, we visited good ol' ikea and found a cheapo bed, that was on sale from last year's cheapo price, and then realized, as usual, that nothing we purchased would fit in the car.... so, it ended up being the same price as last year's after paying for the delivery service. but, oh well. it was all about the mattress anyway.
it arrived, bed frame first=), and irie and i put it together by ourselves while chancellor was at work. well, i put it together and she danced. it took about 2 weeks for us to acclimate to "support" rather than slowly rolling into the sunken middle of an obscenely loud mattress taco, and now i lub-a-dub it!
but of course, i want it prettier. i mean, dude. look at all these lovely bits of heaven.
maybe one day, when my laundry is actually hung in my closet rather than waiting patiently to be put away, i'll show you our bedroom. . . before we redo it into beautiful.
a few weeks ago, chancy pants and i decided that we were in dire need of a new bed.
no. scratch that.
a few years ago, chancy pants and i decided we were in dire need of a new bed, and a few weeks ago, our bodies could take it no longer. the pain and suffering we endured during and after what should have been 8 hours of bliss, was unbearable. we have two children under the age of 4. this translates to: we are beyond exhausted at any point of any day. the two of us should have been able to pass out on a bed of nails. y'know, that would have been more comfortable than our bed, and less noisy. our old frame squeeked like an army of seals at a fish market when we'd look in its direction, nevermind the ruckus our entire apartment complex became aware of when we'd sit down on it.
so, we went out, laid on maybe 3 different mattresses, and bought the 4th. it isn't as much fun to try out mattresses with a GG (grumpy gramps) adult male regressing to age 3, an actual 3 year old with more energy than the sun who doesn't understand why we need to lay down "SOOOOO MANYYYY TIIIIMES", and an 18 month old who all of a sudden acquired the hugest crush on her daddy and wouldn't let him put her down. oh, and it's no fun in regular clothes. i don't know why we weren't all in our pjs, cause that WAS the plan.
our plan was also to get a simple headboard that we could enjoy temporarily while living in our apartment and then get something fabulous when we buy a house. so, we visited good ol' ikea and found a cheapo bed, that was on sale from last year's cheapo price, and then realized, as usual, that nothing we purchased would fit in the car.... so, it ended up being the same price as last year's after paying for the delivery service. but, oh well. it was all about the mattress anyway.
COULD. NOT. WAIT.
it arrived, bed frame first=), and irie and i put it together by ourselves while chancellor was at work. well, i put it together and she danced. it took about 2 weeks for us to acclimate to "support" rather than slowly rolling into the sunken middle of an obscenely loud mattress taco, and now i lub-a-dub it!
but of course, i want it prettier. i mean, dude. look at all these lovely bits of heaven.
i've found some tutorials online trying to convince me that i am capable of making a bedspread like this. pretty sure i'll think long and hard about trying it. just bought my first sewing machine though, so baby steps. . .
i live here. this is my house. ok, fine. but someday.
has a muted moroccan vibe. in love with moroccan style.
love the rustic look of the unfinished wood, with the clean look of the linens, and the frilly of the chandelier. chancy pants would never let me have a chandelier. . . . well, he wouldn't admit that he'd like it anyway.
diggin' these colors!
maybe one day, when my laundry is actually hung in my closet rather than waiting patiently to be put away, i'll show you our bedroom. . . before we redo it into beautiful.
yeah yeah, life has been goin' on and i've been m.i.a. i sorry. but here i am, i found me...
if you're wondering where i've been (and why you haven't been able to find me. literally.) i've been lost in the world of pinterest. it's a bottomless pit of wonderful. i go there for inspiration and such, or to look up a project or something like that, and then it's 3 days later and my children are staring at me starving. (oh, and i decided to quit paying for hosting when i could have it for free for 8 extra letters in my web address. welcome b-l-o-g-s-p-o and t.)
so, just in case you decide what's written in parenthesis is not as important, (you should stop that, cause this is the best stuff) and take note. . . new address is:
if you're wondering where i've been (and why you haven't been able to find me. literally.) i've been lost in the world of pinterest. it's a bottomless pit of wonderful. i go there for inspiration and such, or to look up a project or something like that, and then it's 3 days later and my children are staring at me starving. (oh, and i decided to quit paying for hosting when i could have it for free for 8 extra letters in my web address. welcome b-l-o-g-s-p-o and t.)
so, just in case you decide what's written in parenthesis is not as important, (you should stop that, cause this is the best stuff) and take note. . . new address is:
www.myampersanity.blogspot.com
ok, so as i was saying - PINTEREST. yes, it deserves all caps! just lookit what i found!
i want it. want it so bad. via
quite love EVERYthing about this. irie does happen to have a futon in her bedroom, maybe i should rock this look. i could totally rock this. totally. via
doesn't this make you want to cozy up and cuddle in color?!? love the texture of it too! via
i love this and this. i have miles of empty wall down my hallway and i do believe one of these ideas (or both) are pretty perfect. via
is there a little bit of every mother that maybe somewhere inside herself wishes she could have a white couch? because quite honestly i've never thought about it until i actually had the children . . . never entertained the idea til i saw this fabulousness. via
and that's just a little inspiration for the "home." you know you're waiting for an invite to my house now huh? well, just as soon as i get that house it'll look a little like this. (or a lot.) color, color, cozy, cuddly color. and maybe a white chair. in a corner. hidden under a waterproof throw. behind a locked door.
if you're interested to find out more about each photo, click on "via" to take you there.
hope you've been havin' fun!
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holy jeez. finally. done editing all of the easter pictures. now i just have to print them all, frame them all, and cover my walls with them. all of them.
pay no attention to my hair. it has a mind of it's own and it thinks it can take over the world. i've tried to tame it. . . it's no use.
pretty girl, feeonah
my handsome stud, cohen
bubbles in your eyes. yay.
daddy's girl!
apparently, she and the bubble wand had a little disagreement.
the bubbles won the battle of the dress, but she won the war. reward? going old school with the water hose=)
my little philanthropist, always sharing what he has
i had designated someone to play "cohen distractor," but they failed. next thing i knew cohen was taking eggs out of my basket looking for hiding places.
"mommy, where should i be hiding these? who's gonna have to pick them all up when we're done?"
every diva needs an outfit change, right?
irie and papa tom.
she was positive each egg belonged in her mouth. then she'd crack them open, dump the contents (goldfish and hair pins) in the grass, and move along to the next one.
he made out like a bandit. might be that he had no real competition. might have been the coaching from all the adults. pretty sure, though, it was because he hid them in the first place.
her favorite cousin julie
my beautiful, happy momma
in case you were wondering, she is indeed panting.
whew! finally done. now, it's time to tackle all the easter baskets full of plastic grass, goldfish, sugar, empty bubble bottles, and small choking hazards that seem to have multiplied while hiding away from sugar addicted children in my laundry room.
hope you had a fabulous easter.... two weeks ago.
