
Just hanging out here in the studio.
- The Georgia Renaissance Festival on Saturday. We're not really into the whole dress-up thing, but we love to see the people and eat the food. I love the gigantic turkey legs. Bill loves the crazy costumes.
- Bill has been buying new clothes. The man won't buy anything new for himself to wear until his old clothes are literally falling apart. Even then, he'll try to get away with wearing them. His Christmas gifts from me for the past 6 years have included clothes because he doesn't buy them any other time during the year. Lately, we've been shopping a little for the trip, though, and he's been spotting sales. Even he can't resist spending $3-$6 for a shirt (check out Old Navy this week.) In just the past few days he's nearly doubled the size of his wardrobe. I think I may have converted him. Good.
- Having two very funny and silly daughters. We started a rewards chart with the girls. We always spoil them when we go shopping, and we decided that they needed to start earning some of their little surprises. If they fill in all the squares on their chart for the day (brush teeth, make bed, no time outs, pick up toys, etc.) then they get some kind of surprise that evening. So far (and it's only happened 3 times in 9 days) their prizes have been an ice cream treat, a new ball from the toy store and... new swimsuits. We promised them they could pick out new swimsuits to wear when they stay with Aunt Julie and Grandma & Grandpa while we're in Iceland. We took them to Target and they went nuts picking out suits to try on. Their sizes and proportions are so unpredictable right now that we needed to have them try on each one to see if it would fit. They thought it was the greatest game ever. They tried on about 5 swimsuits each, and then traded to try on each other's (and the other's size too.) Each time, they would run out to show Bill, who was waiting patiently on a bench outside the dressing room. They'd giggle and do a little dance, yelling "Look, Daddy!" and then run back in to try on the next one. It was chaos, but also so much fun. Yes, I'm a girly-girl and I'm guessing that my daughters are taking after their mother already. Oh, and don't even get me started on what happens whenever we pass the shoe section... I'll leave that story for Bill to tell.
- The pool we have on our back deck. Our backyard is basically a mix of dirt and clover with some ivy and pine needles mixed in. Last summer we bought a gigantic inflatable pool that fits all four of us. It became muddy pretty quickly, though, as soon as one of us would get in or out. This year Bill set it up on our back deck. The deck is basically bare anyway (we don't have any patio furniture) and the pool fits perfectly. We've used it at least 5 times in the past two weeks. It sounds odd, and probably looks so to our neighbors as well, but all I know is that we've had some great evenings lately, regardless of the 90 degree weather.
- Ice cream trucks. I love them. I remember hearing the tinkering of the song as the truck drove up the street in our old house when I was little. My mom would give my brother and I a quarter each and we'd go pick out what we wanted to eat. (My inability to make a decision then was just as much of a nuisance as it is now.) Whenever I hear one, I have that same thrill and immediately flag the guy down so the girls can get some ice cream. However, the ice cream treats are no longer 25 cents each. My total bill for three treats today came to $5.50. Yikes. Although, with gas prices lately, I'm sure the guy's just trying to break even.
- And you?







