#NationalDogDay

A day late, and always a dollar short– this one goes out to you Poochie Mama! #NationalDogDay

At 7 years old, she still looks (and acts) like a Havanese puppy. When you weigh a hefty 4.9 lbs, it gives you a youthful appearance which works to her advantage.

Bed Hog via grateful simplicity

 

Poochie has loved having not one, not two, but three animal bowls to graze from each day at the new house. And she has the pot belly to prove it.

Our neighbors have warned us that we have coyotes that live directly behind us. Mr. R had already spotted their dens. Needless to say, we have all been keeping an extra watchful eye on our favorite cat-dog when she goes outside to “do go-go’s.” What is a go-go you ask? Compliments of Sassy, who used to lay our black Poodle Puddles, and later Pooh, on the grass and instruct them to “do go-go’s.” And it worked! 30 years later and we are still using the same phrases. Thanks, Sassy! Mr. Robinson’s man card gets taken away at least twice a day as he stands on our front porch, all 6′ of him, telling his lap dog to “do go-go’s.”

He, obviously, isn’t too bothered by this minor inconvenience. Go (go), Mr. R!

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No use pretending like you don’t love having this fur ball cuddled between us in the bed every night.

 

Bed Hog via grateful simplicity

So many things to do, so little time.

 

We plan to take a break from laboring this Labor Day weekend— fingers crossed we do a little relaxin’ this holiday weekend despite having a garage full of boxes that won’t unpack themselves.

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Friends and ‘Foto’bombs

Friends and ‘Foto’bombs.

We have the house cleared enough for the girls to have pathways to their bedrooms thus— an opportunity for spend the night friends once again.

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Trader Jo’s cinnamon rolls- a Saturday morning staple with friends in our home.

 

As Raynes would say, ‘that makes me happy.’

We were greeted to the neighborhood by young friends which is a double win for Mama’s and kiddos alike.

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

 

There’s been a lot of working ’round here lately- but we are starting to see the fun at the end of the tunnel.

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

hardest working spot in the home

hardest working spot in the home

And these two? Or should I say three. Raynes manages to find his way into his third big sister’s lap at any given chance. Out little photobomber.

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

We’re gonna go with kissing, not spitting, here.

 

This little turkey– did I mention we are oh so thankful school is back in session? He has decided that he is “scared to be alone” at bedtime and has gone from sleeping 12 hours a night to staying up until almost 10 pm and waking up at 7 am.  I just ordered him a CD player off Amazon- along with an Children’s book audio in hopes that it may help him settle in more quickly when he goes to bed at 7:30. Fingers crossed. Until then, we just keep on burning energy (in more ways than one).

 

Friends and 'Foto'bombs via grateful simplicity

Summertime Fellowship

Church-folk like to have fun too, and so that is exactly what we did.  We welcomed our new Associate Pastor, and his family, with a little summertime fellowship in the form food, fun, music and dare I say… cold beer! Methodist live on the edge that way.

Summertime Fellowship via grateful simplicity

Always the prepared mother, we show up to a swim party without floaties.

 

 

Summertime Fellowship via grateful simplicity

life long friends… literally.

Summertime Fellowship via grateful simplicity

 

Summertime Fellowship via grateful simplicity

 

Welcome, Rev. Brewster!

Summertime Fellowship via grateful simplicity

Summertime Fellowship via grateful simplicity

 

Summertime Fellowship via grateful simplicity

It doesn’t get much cuter than that.

 

I had almost forgotten how nice it is to have the opportunity to visit with church friends outside of church!  What I did not forget, however, it how great it felt to be back at church after a hectic summer…..

 

First Day of School (and the photogenic family)

First day of school has already come and gone, as hard as it is to believe.  We were all ready to go back to school- myself included.

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My children are so photogenic.

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2015-2016 school year

 

True story: Up until not that long ago, I thought ‘photogenic’ meant one photographed horribly. So for the better part of my life, when anyone went to take my photo I would pose, then warn them that I was very photogenic.
I should probably quit telling that story.

7th grade

First day of School via grateful simplicity

 

4th grade

No tears.

No tears this year. Maybe that has something to do with her having to bring an iPad to school every day. But don’t let that fool ya sweet girl- she’s signed up running club, strings orchestra, drama class and tennis too. Nothing perturbs me more than her coming home and wanting to play on her iPad for hours at a time. A new leaf has turned little K.

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First day

No tears here either. At least I don’t think so- I would have had to actually hang around to find out and I was (happily) back at work.

 

I am looking forward to having a routine, cooking dinners once again, nesting, and some cooler fall weather.  I actually saw Halloween decorations on a magazine and my heart might of skipped a beat.

 

Last week was rough- between hiccups with home renovations, a grueling work week, and abbreviated child care I took a stab at being a complainer and turns out, complaining is fun. Who knew? But alas, it’s a new week- those bumps were just that– bumps in the road, and we are good once again. I’ve learned a lot these last couple months– patience, balance (how to and when to surrender), and how to survive on luna bars and Tito’s Vodka.

Welcome 2015-2016 school year, we’ve been waiting for you.

We are here….

We are here. I think. But don’t ask me what day it is. Or where Raynes’ school uniforms are for that matter. It’s been a whirlwind week but we are under a different roof in a different neighborhood and trying my darn-dest to home-ify our house as quickly as I can.  This was our last night cooking dinner in the what-is-now called the Old House.

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Our last dinner….

 

You won’t see any cooking photos in the current house because, well, we have no kitchen to cook in. Keeping fingers crossed that counter tops will arrive on Thursday so that my children’s diet can stop consisting of doughnuts, microwave popcorn, juice boxes and frozen lasagna. Mom of the year!