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My husband and I were testing out a few things before some real videos get made. This was his test edit. (Please excuse, well, everything. It was late, we were tired, [I was looking like a zombie,] it was not intended on being a real video, etc. Just a fun snippet of us goofballs.

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this is a test for a new video blog made by me and my wife. look out america!

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More Vintage Goodies

Recently at a thrift store during a quest to find a good, cheap, two-drawer filing cabinet, I found an absolute treasure. I really try hard not to fawn over “things”, but I could not get over how much I was in love with this vintage chunky needlepoint/crewel embroidery “tea scene”, as I call it, piece. (I do not partake in these kinds of crafts, so I have no idea what this is technically called, if anybody knows, please tell me!) I already had a very similar one at home of a Boston Fern so it was an absolute no-brainer to add this to our family. The very sad part about this story is that there was an amazing popcorn one, exact same style, exceedingly gorgeous, but it was without a frame. I tore that thrift store apart looking for it and came up empty handed. I decided not to buy it. As soon as I was home, I was enraged with myself for not getting it, knowing I could easily come across one of these frames at a thrift store some time or another, but I could not justify the 25 minute drive back out there the next day just for a $1.99 piece. The next time I am out there, though, on a hope and a prayer, you better believe I will be digging for it. (If you were wondering, not only did we leave with this lovely decorating piece, but we did, indeed, find a great filing cabinet!)

So amazing.

Side shot.

From underneath.

Boston Fern

From the side.

Up Close.

For better lighting and angles, I photographed these against my piano. They are lovingly adorning our walls as their permanent home.

Beatles Scrabble

Here in our house, we are a bit board-game-crazy. If there’s a special edition version of something we love of a game that we love (i.e. Lord of the Rings Trivial Pursuit) we are sure to play it. Caleab happened to get Beatles Scrabble as a Christmas gift and on a lazy afternoon while Rudy was napping and the boys were still away, we decided to give it a go. First of all, I never knew this existed. Second of all, I was perplexed; how can it be a “Beatles” edition? Scrabble is Scrabble, so I thought. Well there are a few differences, as a matter of fact. In general, if you play a “Beatles” word (predetermined by players) you get extra points. Then there are the “Help!” cards. Oh, those tricksy little “Help!” cards! You could use one per turn and they were for all different things that would basically completely bend the rules and get you more points: play a word backwards, make any other player give you a tile, get 10 extra points for playing a word horizontally on the bottom row, etc. It really was a lot of fun, and we had a jolly time playing. Caleab pretty much creamed me, but we won’t speak of that.

Beatles Scrabble

Just starting out.

Flying hands.

A "Help!" card.

Nearing the end.

Penny Lane

Penny Lane is easily the feline with the biggest personality I have ever known in my life. Going into this in detail could be an incredibly lengthy blog post, and maybe some day I will elaborate, but for now, I am just going to touch on her bath antics. Whenever Rudy Mae gets a bath, if Penny Lane is not in the room with us, she will sit outside the door meowing and crying and carrying on until we let her in. She is so curious about what is going on in the tub and she wants to be a part of it. She will sit on the edge of the tub observing, she will drink the water (which we highly discourage because heavens knows that if Rudy sees us allowing Penny to drink bath water, she will think that she should be allowed), she will gather up her courage and almost climb in, and then at the last moment pull back up and remain safe on the ledge. All the while, Rudy thinks it is too funny, that is until Penny Lane starts licking the water off of one of her bath toys.

Penny Lane and Rudy Mae

Penny and Rudy

 

This is the Way the Ladies Ride

It was a pretty cold, snowy day and we did enough laying around, cleaning up, and feeling tired to last us a week. Finally, we decided that we needed to get out of the house. We just went to two stores to grab a few things but we really had a good time and it made us feel much better.

At the last store, right before heading home, we passed by a coin-operated horse and put Rudy Mae on it. It was her first time riding one. She was so funny, acting quite apprehensive at first, but by the end was really loving it. It’s the times like these that always help remind me about ‘little things’. Cherish every moment. Focus on what is happening in the now. I don’t always remember to think this way, but when I do, it can be quite overwhelmingly heart-warming for me. Of course, I do tend to be a bit emotional as the norm anyway, now don’t I?

Not sure.

Loving it!

Just as I inserted these photographs I noticed how terribly grown up she looks. Where is the time going!??!!?

Self-Portrait by Rudy Mae

Caleab, Rudy Mae, and I made a very short-lived trip up north (the boys are with their other family) for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. It was hectic and filled with illness, so much to my dismay, I barely took any photographs at all. When looking through the tiny few I did have, it brought a huge smile to my face to see a photograph that Rudy Mae had taken of her feet and legs. And so in lieu of any photographs of my own, today I present you with the wrap-up of our trip up north with a self-portrait by Rudy.

Self-Portrait

Bath time

Let me get it out of the way: our bathroom is surely the number one worst room in our house for lighting but I really enjoy documenting all parts of our day. Now that it’s been noted, let’s move on.

Rudy Mae is getting so big and so bright. She amazes us every day and makes us die laughing every minute. She’s got quite the personality. Today at bath time, she was trying to unzip her sleeper herself and was having a bit of trouble. When I stepped in to help, she didn’t just forget about it and let me do it, she had to watch very intently as if to mentally document what I was doing differently so that she could do it on her own next time. I really love this girl.

Bath time.

Also, do you know how much better bath time is when you are serenaded through the whole process?

Caleab.

Silos?

Buildings.Handle.

More shots from Young’s Jersey Dairy. I am completely ignorant on dairy farming equipment so please excuse my unfamiliarity with the proper names of these Martian-looking silo-things. I thought they looked neat, whatever they are.

Disappointment.

[As I get photos and writings prepared for more Christmas Present “Hauls” (for lack of a better word), I am doing a few “hold over” posts with some photographs that I took, mostly from a few months ago, that I really love but for some reason or another, did not make an appearance in a blog post. Enjoy.]

Disappointment.

At our local ice cream heaven, Young’s Jersey Dairy.