Autumn Wreath

I had put it off long enough. I have had the supplies sitting in my craft room for weeks. I finally made my fall wreath today. I didn't use all of the flowers I got (the big burgundy ones would have overpowered it), or the viney strand of berries/beads that I was planning on wrapping around the wreath (too complicated to attach), but they will grace some other part of my home in the near future, I am sure.


We also set out the pumpkins our family picked out, and I think it makes a pleasing arrangement. I would love to get a couple of hay bales and some burgundy mums to plant, possibly in some nice pots, but we'll see what happens. Sometimes plans just don't come to pass, but there's no use worrying about it or fretting when it doesn't happen. At least that's what I keep telling myself as I think for the 27th time that day how much I would like this or that thing to happen.



I have been attempting to take time each morning, while the boys watch a VeggieTales or a Bob the Builder movie, to write out the chapter in Proverbs that corresponds to the date. It doesn't take too long to do, provided the boys aren't terribly restless or in the mood for mischief, and I have been finding that verses will pop into my head at various times throughout the day. Sometimes they are comforting, sometimes condemning, but either way it is nice to know that they are sinking in.





I have been indulging in a cup of some form of caffeine during my morning Scripture time, and I find that I am a much more pleasant person when it kicks in. It has such a calming effect on my nerves, but it also gives me the motivation I need (call it a kick in the pants if you will) to get off my dairy-air -- I know that's not how it's spelled, but it just looks so much better! -- and get things done around the house.

I'm not sure what is up, but lately I have been highly unmotivated to get things done! It is a horrible thing for a housewife to admit, I know, that she feels like she has no reason whatsoever to clean...


How hard is it to move a load of laundry from the washer to the dryer? Apparently it is easier to just continue to rewash it when it starts to smell funky.

or cook...

Mike made his famous chicken (barbecue, yumm-o!) and peas for dinner tonight while I laid on the couch and took a catnap (the boys got up at 6 this morning after I stayed up until almost 1 to finish a book I was reading... darn book... was it worth it? 100%). What a man. I think I'll keep him. Love you, Babe.

Griffin has been having a ball these days playing with his big cardboard blocks and a box or two we saved (the box is now laying crushed in the living room after being climbed on all day). It is amazing what happens when you take most of a child's toys away and leave him with only a few. He actually plays with them! Astounding, I know, but it took us a while to figure out. Okay, me. It took ME a while to figure out.



Oh, and one more thing. Sammy wanted me to show you this.