I've Been Working

on the paint chain gang.

Don't worry, it's completely self inflicted and I do strangely enjoy it.

We were able to close on our house this past Friday. YAY!

So on Friday night fresh off the closing high and with the help of my parents Camden and I went to Home Depot and got the paint and all the fixings so I could finally paint my own house.

You're probably thinking what's the big deal about painting your house? The big deal is that I've painted at least 30-40 rooms...in houses that don't belong to me and I've been waiting a long time for this moment.

I've got the base coats done in all 3 bedrooms. It took me 2 1/2 days. I know this seems like forever.

But have you ever tried painting?

How about painting with a 2 year old underfoot?

How about painting with a 2 year old underfoot and an 8 week old strapped to your chest?

You haven't? I didn't think so. Moving on.

The rooms look great and I'm so in love with the colors. So, it's onto the faux treatments. Camden's room is getting 8 inch wide stripes around the entire room. Bless my ambitious and perhaps clueless heart. Even armed with my AWESOME vacuum seal laser level I only got 3/4 of the room taped off today. I blame it on the many corners and weird angles of the room. That and the sweet 8 week old strapped to me.

The plan for Riley's room is to paint diamonds on one the biggest wall in the room. It's going to look so cute when it's done. As long as I can brush up on my math and measuring skills in the next 24 hours. Otherwise it might look a little more mad hatter than cute.

Tired of my rambling yet? Ready for some pictures? Because someone else has been working.

On the railroad that is.

Green Acres

Green Acres is the place for me.


Farm livin' is the life for me.


Land spreading out so far and wide.


Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.


New York is where I'd rather stay.


I get allergic smelling hay.



I just adore a penthouse view.


Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.

Silence Surprises

Silence is rare around this house. Okay, let's be honest silence is non-existent. Poor T.G. married a wife who never shuts up and wants to talk to him and at him all the time. Then in a 50-50 gene pool toss up he got a daughter who talks nearly as much as her Mommy, but much, much LOUDER.

The sweet girl has tons to say so she is never silent, she's either babbling, laughing, shrieking, talking, or crying. So, imagine my surprise when after listening and watching her play in the living room with her baby doll as I cooked from the kitchen suddenly I heard -----------------.

I leaned forward and peered down the open length of our first floor and spied the reason for the silence.

Surprise 1, she has crawled up on to the couch BY HERSELF (the couch is Double D's last safe haven in the house, god help them now).



Surprise 2, she can open the laptop.





Surprise 3, she knows exactly how to TURN ON the laptop.



What a difference a year makes! Now, if only I could teach her how to pay our bills online, answer work e-mails and update her own blog.