Lost...

I've been lost in my little world,

drowning in a sea of apple peels,

and surrounded by little (not so green) men.

Since I last posted, I have made and canned 25 pints of various jams

and made 27 quarts of applesauce.

I also just turned thirty-six.

Mom was here for a few days, she called in sick to play hooky with us.

She puzzled over puzzles with the kids, while I busily worked in the kitchen.

We took her to the halfway point to meet Uncle who then took her back to their house.

We hit the thrift shops and came home,

only to discover that she forgot her car keys and my dear, sweet Husband

drove 2 1/2 hours, one way, at 8 o'clock at night, to drop her keys off at her work

and did not come back home until after 1 am.

Thanks Honey!

My son, my Baby, is making up for being the bestest, sweetest baby ever!

He is getting into EVERYTHING!

Nothing is safe.

He has broken several dishes and glasses;

ripped countless pages of magazines, books and newspapers;

dumped the dogs' water bowl too many times to count;

climbs furniture only to get himself stuck at the top;

wreaks havoc in my pantry if I happen to leave the door open;

and loves splashing in the toilet water.

His redeeming feature?

He's so dang cute while doing it!

It's a good life here, in my little world.
I don't mind getting lost,
as long as I am surrounded by the ones I love.