Do you ever stop with the camera, seriously?!
Hello, my dear Bloggettes. It's Thursday night here in the Babbling Household, and guess what? I'm on the mend. Enough so that we're *painting* the future guest room/office. And I can't hardly stand it it looks so stunning. Who knew that coating our walls in Behr's Silver Setting would magically cure me of my spring cold-induced coma. Sigh. I would've preferred feeling better on, say, Monday rather than Thursday at 11pm, though. Whatever. I can almost smell summer (through the fresh paint smell) and my health and mood are coming around. What more can I ask for?
Hopefully, this room will be complete by Sunday so that I can post some lovely pictures that I'm sure you're dying to see. I think you might be impressed. Especially since one of our new pieces of furniture is a garbage-salvaged curbside treasure that I want to brag and brag and brag about. How I love a good, thrifty, FREE find. Those are the best. Even if it means picking through someone's discarded items in, oh, broad daylight. Ain't no shame in my game, sisters, ain't no shame.
Baby B is feeling better also. We took him outside to play in the grass today, and he was a little skeptical, hence the many strange faces he made as I snapped his picture.
Aren't those baby overalls just to DIE FOR? In my opinion, nothing screams little boy more than a trusty old pair of overalls. Baby B owns three pairs for summer, and I just can't wait til they're covered in mud and dirt, with slugs and frogs wriggling in the pockets. Bring on the little boy.
Time out. I always catch myself doing this. I can wait. I can. I take it back. I will miss the baby in Baby B when he's more interested in jumping from the couch, swashbuckling imaginary pirates than sitting in my lap listening to The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
We better stop talking about this or might start to cry. I did have a glass of wine while we were painting tonight, so I'm already feeling a little vulnerable. (P.S. It was REALLY cheap wine from CVS that didn't even earn me any ECBs. Seriously, it was $3.33. If my Gramma K or Aunt Ann are reading this, then they are sorely dissapointed in my selection...) And, yes, I said one glass of wine. I'm a lightweight.
And, lastly, B wanted me to tell you our, er, his April Fools Joke for the neighbors. We forked them. If you're unfamiliar with forking, this is wear you take lots of forks and stick them into the ground in someone's front yard. He even woke up early to watch them discover the forks before they went to work. He's such a nerd. We make such a good pair. Love him.