Not My Style

I apologize for the hodge podge of stylistic details I've got going on here. I'm trying to come into my own layout here... It's a slow process, to say the least, when I'm running around after little ones half the time and trying to keep up on housework the other half. And while some people just come across a sleek, cool style just as easy as swallowing a piece of pie, some people (me, for example) have to work at it. 

Last night I stayed up until after midnight (that's WAY late for me) trying to work out my design inspiration for this site, only to be confronted by an unusually slow computer and internet that kept shutting down.

Anyhow, I'm a'workin' on it. Please bear with the random banners I'm trying out, the different ways of presenting pictures I'm test driving and the general randomness of it all. A more fluid and consistent style is on its way soon.

Speaking of picture presentation, what do you think of my little triplet above? I think that's the way I'm going to go with pics, rather than the ginormous files that take up more space (visually and digitally) than they need to. But I'm open to suggestion.

Happy Valentine's Day 2009

Oh, if only I was one of those bloggers who made any profit from their ramblings, I would certainly hold some sort of give-away today in honor of St. Valentine's Day... Maybe a pink Kitchen Aid mixer or a gift certificate to the Ghirardelli chocolate shop in Pleasant Prairie, WI. That would be wonderful, wouldn't it?

But, alas, l am broke. However, what I do have in an abundantly overflowing amount is love in my life. Thank you, Jesus.

So, instead of giving away a thing, I'm sharing some of my love with you. Enjoy...   

   

And my personal favorite...

  Happy V-Day. Share your love.

Much love...

Farmer Gal

She's Nothing if Not Flexible

Hee, hee, hee! These pictures crack me up. They tickle my giggle bone. They make me smile.

Miss Peaches is starting to sit up on her own, and is doing really quite well at it, although we still make sure to surround her with pillows because she still topples over from time to time. She loves to sit and play with her toys, inspecting them and putting them in her mouth, then inspecting them some more.

And I love to watch her doing this.

I also love to watch her do this...

It starts like this:   

    

Sitting, smiling, happy. Look how good she's getting at it! I'm a proud mama. She can sit like this for quite awhile, but every once in awhile, this happens:

Hee, hee... Is that a cute little belly or what?

"Um, hello? I think I'm stuck like this. Can you help me?"  

"Oh, wait. This kind of feels good. Oh yeah, this is a good stretch..."

"Yeah, it's alllll good."

"I wonder if I can sit up by myself... Grrrr. Humph. Grunt. Grunt."

"Whew. Nope. I'm stuck like this. Can you help me?"

"Thanks. Let's do this all again sometime soon."

Anytime, baby girl. Anything for you.

I just love it that she's at the age that I can talk for her, pretend I know what she's thinking. I savor it, I indulge in it now, because I know that someday all too soon she's going to tell me what she thinks all on her own. 

Jealousy

Look at him... So cute... So relaxed... Not a care in this world. Obviously he has not missed a meal and knows exactly where his next meal is coming from, so what else is there to fret about?

Someone (me) just freshly washed his bedding, and now it is all soft and fluffy and begging him to take a delicious nap in it. And he kindly obliges.

I'm so jealous.

I'm jealous of my dog.

I'm jealous of... My dog.

What does this say about me?

I could use a nap. I could use relaxation. I could definitely handle someone washing all my bedding and then getting to take a deep sleep in it.

But I don't get to. I get to diffuse toddler battles and keep noses free of boogers. All day. Every day. It's what I do. It's who I've become.

Woe, woe is me.

Again, I ask you, what does this say about me?

I think it says: 1) Maybe I could use a little break. We all need one sometimes. 2) I'm at the tail end of my 'work' week taking care of other people's children. 3) I recently stopped nursing Miss Peaches during the night and it kind of messed with my hormones a little bit. 4) I really like snuggling up in freshly washed bedding. Always have, always will. That one has nothing to do with sleep or hormone levels... I just always want to do that.

Maybe some day soon I will get to stretch out in such blissful, carefree relaxation.

Maybe some day soon I too will cock an eye open at whoever is disturbing my slumber as if to say, "Do you mind?" and they will respectfully leave me alone.

Maybe some day.

In the meantime, I'll take comfort in knowing that at least I don't have to scoot across the carpet to scratch my own... You know what.

Training Day

We bought Little Blue Eyes training pants a month or so ago. He's only in the early months of being 2, so we're not too worried about hurrying the process (i.e. potty training) along, but he's making some progress. It's hit and miss. Literally.

However, today I fear that something has gone terribly wrong...