An Afternoon of Sophistication

annnnnd this is what I call pure afternoon sophistication. Nothing dresses up a lulling afternoon better than a quick brew of java in a perfect cup. A dollop (or a heaping as seen here) of whipped cream and sugar in the raw sprinkled a top can liven up any housewife, stay at home Mommer or any of the like! Lately my craving of sugar cookies with icing has been resurfacing...we are just starting summer and nowhere near Christmas time. I usually play the part of strict nun at a Catholic school about not letting myself into those tasty little angelic refineries until that time of year, but now I'm starting to realize, after all I am over 30, why must I be so hard on myself? I foresee a batch of forbidden cookies nearing my future, that is if I can find a decent cookie cutter other than Santa or snowmen and not in the usual residence that cookie cutter should live...oh no..mine have seemed to migrate curiously into the play dough bin..=/ All the while, while I'm dreaming of cookie cutouts again gracing my counter tops here soon I shall enjoy what I DO have in front of me in complete peace....good afternoon everyone..to everyone..an afternoon of sophistication!

A Clown that lives amongst us

I find him like this more than several times a day..most likely calling China collect on my antique but VERY functioning phone!

no need to be ashamed Jack of your obsession with my most crazy of shoes!

....that's better..don't hide it son, flaunt it! you're workin' those shoes!

Parker is ffffFIve!

April 27th, this preschooler has turned the big 5...

headed to Kindergarten this fall..unfathomable!!

sharing his birthday glory with some of his best school pals

love the look on his face..wonder what he's wishing for!

Animals of the zoo

Springtime at the zoo with my menfolk

cruisin' the penguin pit (before Jack freaked out)

terrified of the carousel

"Mom..I'm not a fan!"

ahhh yes...watching tv these days is the perfect breeding ground for a matchbox parking lot..

A Little Billie Holiday time with my baby..

Jack woke up from his nap yesterday out of sorts, still sleepy, fussy and wanting some snuggle time. With red Kitchenaid dishtowel still in hand from doing dishes, I sat and rocked him on my couch and sang along with my Billie Holiday album croonin' away. I wish I had a camera to have snapped that memory. He seemed to tolerate her swooning voice just fine..now that's a man in the making for ya! Put some loafers on him and a nice polo blazer and he's off to the greens with his preppy taste!

Shades of spring...

Mr. Jack in full bloom

our Bradford Pear tree..ok, I lied, it's my nieghbors! ;)

OUR Bradford Pear..nearly fully in bloom :)

product of the Bradford Pear tree in bloom...Mr. Allergies has arrived!

Oober rich? or oober fabulous?

So..the time has rolled around that my carpets need a good washin. My beige carpet and it's many shades of gray compliments of chocolate milk, grease, dirt, you name it drug in on the carpet by shoes. I decide to call up my handymen and women..my Mom & Dad. They are so helpful, always willing to help out with a project and they have a carpet cleaner. The task becomes outrageous...piling up toys that are strewn about the floor, moving dirty socks, shoes, wrappers, whatever is around to get the job done. My Dad begins the process and midway through realizes, uh oh..the soap is not dispensing. He had already meticulously combed the front room and it was soaking wet. Now mind you, my 18 month is in on the plan, he decides to for go his nap that day, so he is toddling around the wet floors w/ pants rolled up like capris and shoes on, driving cars all over the couch. We are working tiredly around the little dude. After about an hour of fidgeting with the soap tank and a call into the sweet Bissell people, we have no success in all of their suggestions. We decide to mix the soap into the water tank...ahhh..fresh bubbles coming out it smells wonderful. Mind you it took about 2 or 3 hours for just one room. The carpets were wet for 2 days from going over it twice, but hey, at least it's "cleaner." I looked at my Mother and said, "you know if we were oober rich, we'd be at the spa while having professional carpet cleaners come in"!

and you know what my wise Mother says? "yeah, but then we wouldn't have any adventures, life would be boring..."
such a brilliant point....I have to say, she must be correct. It was worth all the craziness to get it done and to laugh at the craziness...