Dreaming

You may be able to relate to this... and perhaps even get a good chuckle at the thought of it....

Byron and I would like to buy a castle in upstate New York.  Why not?  It is surprisingly "reasonable" in price and would make for such a different pace of life.  Our family is expanding, and a castle seems only practical fit for our growing brood.  With 4 levels, many rooms including a library, study, ladies dressing room, servants quarters, and gorgeous scenery, we could even bring an assortment of our friends along! :)  Oddly enough, I think I actually stayed a weekend in a neighboring town while in college... and best of all, it looks to have fairly easy access to Prince Edward Island (The green Gables beckon me for a quaint summer holiday!)!  I could pinch myself!

Silly dreams, but it makes for enjoyable musings!

Find the listing here, some further info here, and the official site here.

From the site: Magnificent stone mansion on 3 acres in exclusive estate area. Rich in architectural details. 3 floors with 20 rooms including 8 bedrooms, 7 full baths, 7 fireplaces, master suite, library, green house, gourmet kitchen. Recently renovated and upgraded with luxurious amenities.

Some images:

Love

Camelia to Daddy, after passionately hugging Gigi goodnight:  "We love our-chothers, that's why God made us!"

Time for bed, "But I berry berry don't want to!"

The images below are from when I caught her drawing on herself.  She felt "tewwible!"

No Soliciting

I have long wanted to post a "No Soliciting" sign by our front door to ward off the sleazy salesmen who often frequent our neighborhood around this time of year.  Yesterday refreshed that desire as I awoke from my precious nap to a rap on the door, a bothersome ringing of the doorbell, and calls for attention from those inside our quiet abode.  I rushed to the door in a frazzled state, looking every part of the beleaguered barefoot and pregnant housewife, to the slippery sweet words of a man at the door, "Are you the queen of the castle?"  Refraining from slamming the door, I bluntly told him "I live here." and he went on to his pitch of my needing the carpets cleaned and why should I have to speak with my husband, is he the one who scrubs the halls?  Good.  Riddance.  You insult my husband and his right desire to care for our home and family, you insult me.

Thus I am here this morning drafting up our sign.  Note, I would like it to be pretty, not merely a thing of especial candor blanketing our home as a place of hermitage.

Herein lies my first draft:

What are your thoughts?

No Soliciting

NOTE: Any persons who choose to ignore this sign forfeit rights of leaving our porch unscathed.  We reserve the right to pelt you from the windows with water balloons, let loose our ferocious hound, and the most fearful of all, release our cannibalistic toe-sucking infantiles to assault your person.  Capiche?

What are your thoughts?

When Byron Comes Home

The following are two relatively frequent scenarios of current life at our house and Byron's response to them.

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Byron, coming home at the end of a day when it has been just me and the kids-- possibly sick, whiny ones rather rather tired of Mommy "resting her belly" and needing a tad more physical stimulation than I currently have the ability to offer:

"The house smells like diapers."

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Byron, coming home on a day when Kelsey has been skipping about the house like a sainted fairy-godmother followed about by sing-songy little pixies ready to flitter in joyful abandon to her every whim:

"Wow, its all so......perfect!"

Kelsey has been out sick this week (and so have we), so the drastic comparison between these scenarios has been rather stark. Missing her! :)