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Thursday, June 28, 2007

what have we been up to?

Little Boy turned Five! It seems surreal that I'm old enough to be a mom of a five year old. He starts school this fall and will be gone all day! He's too little! My baby is growing up! We threw him a construction themed party complete with decorating hard hats, dressing up in toolbelts, "constructing" things out of construction-orange playdough, sack races (just because Little Boy wanted to) and a big dump-truck cake. Check out the festivities:






Happy Birthday, Little Boy!

Our Church threw a Princess Ball for all the little girls ages 18 months-11 years and asked the girls to dress up in their formal attire for an evening of dancing and playing with their dads. I don't know of many little girls that have a formal dress, but I decided this was a good opportunity to try my hand at making a poofy princess dress for Little Sister. She looked beautiful and was so excited about the ball! She talked of nothing else for weeks and twirled and danced the night away with daddy.

While daddy and Little Sister enjoyed their daddy/daughter date, Little Boy and I went on a mother/son date. We went out for ice cream, went shopping for daddy a Father's Day present, and played at the playground for awhile. All of us enjoyed the evening. Little Sister got alone time with her dad, Little Boy got alone time with his mom, and Steve and I got to spend some carefree fun time with our kids. We couldn't ask for more!

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

pssstt...

I'm Pregnant!

Friday, June 15, 2007

and now...the upstairs

Next on your tour of the Potato Garden, the Upstairs. Enjoy!

The top of the stairs:

The Playroom:

Little Boy's Room:


The Kid's Bathroom:
Little Sister's Yet-To-Be-Painted Room:
My Undecorated/Unorganized Craft Room:
Master Bedroom:
Master Bathroom:


Thanks for letting me show you around our new home! Hopefully by this time next year, I'll have a few things on the walls in the master bedroom and paint on the walls in the playroom and Little Sister's room!

Monday, June 11, 2007

finally...photos of our new house

I've been promising pictures of our new home in Arizona since we moved. I've been putting it off because I wanted to wait until I had everything "just so." That "just so" isn't going to happen anytime soon. Rather than leave anyone in suspense a moment longer, I've decided to share what I've got so far. Today I'm just going to share pictures of the downstairs. The upstairs will follow in a day or two. Enjoy!

The Entry Way:

The Living Room:

The Dining Room:

The Laundry Room:

The Guest Bathroom:
The Guest Room:


The Family Room:


The Kitchen:




I love our new house!!!

Monday, June 04, 2007

Arrr!

We seem to have a bit of a pirate obsession around here. I'm not talking the ever popular Pirates of the Caribbean with the Oh-So-Dreamy _______ <---(Insert Johnny-Bad-Boy or Orlando-Pretty-Boy here, I personally like Johnny, but that's just me). I'm talking the Backyardigans Pirate Treasure. This show has got to rank among the top children's shows of all time. It's a show that my kids love and that I can watch with them and be equally entertained. Who knew cartoon characters could dance so well?

The kids play "Arrr!" while weilding swords (old baby spoons) and cover or close one eye and say "Arrr!" and just generally act all pirate like. How do I know they are pirates? By the way they say "Arrr!"

If you wanna be a pirate, sail the ocean blue
You go and steal some treasure, 'cause that’s what pirate do
We laugh a pirate laugh, dance a pirate dance
We wear a puffy shirt and some baggy pants
Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!
A pirate, a pirate, a pirate says “Arrr!”
We sail a pirate ship, we don’t drive a car,
And they know you’re a pirate when they hear you say “Arrr!”
“Arrr!” mean yes, and “Arrr!” mean no,
And “Arrr!” means come on mates, let’s go!
Say “Arrr!” when you’re happy
And “Arrr!” when you’re smelly
And “Arrr!” when you’re having your pirate toast and jelly
Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!
A pirate, a pirate, a pirate says “Arrr!”
If you think we’re tough, you’re right, we are
‘cause they know you’re a pirate when they hear you say “Arrr!”