Cornhole & First Kisses...

On Saturday morning I was flipping through a magazine and saw this Chicken Coop and a couple planters that I decided to "commission" DW to build for me in our backyard.   Of course, we live in an urban area so DW's first comment was, "Ok but before I build that, you need to check and see if the idea of an "urban chicken coop" will fly with the city" (horrible pun not intended I don't think)...and we should probably discuss whether or not this would make our neighbors hate us.  However, should we get the go ahead from the city and be able to bribe our neighbor with the promise of fresh eggs, this chicken coop/herb garden is SO happening...



image courtesy of Williams Sonoma magazine

...as are these:



image courtesy of Williams Sonoma magazine

 

Shortly after our conversation that morning, I'm sitting here at my desk and all of the sudden a huge tree goes crashing down outside the window I was sitting in front of.  I opened the backdoor when I saw DW adding fuel to his chainsaw a couple minutes later and he grinned back at me.  What in the world, I said, and he explained that my planters are going to need some sunshine.  Well, of course they are.  I just didn't realize he would take the conversation we were having and spring into action. 

Any excuse for manual labor...which I do appreciate.

 

Around the time the words, "If I ever lose my job, I really think I would enjoy being a lumberjack..." surely did leave his mouth, I decided to go back inside where it was safe.  It did not escape my attention that he was wearing a plaid shirt and a black toboggan.  I guess cutting down trees involves getting into character. 

 

The more I read up on food-related things, the more determined I am to be so careful about what I put into LC's body and, consequently, ours.  I find myself wanting to do more and more ourselves...like have chickens and grow our own veggies.  Hey, if I knew how to do this and the rumored zombie apocalypse actually did happen, at least we would know how to survive.  #crunchyismymiddlename

 

Now to less boring stuff...

 

"You have a baby!" (pause) "In a bar..."

 

I quote that particular line from one of the greatest movies of all time, Sweet Home Alabama, for a reason.  On Saturday night we met our friends and their little boy at Moe's BBQ but the PBR signs in the pictures below might make one wonder where on earth we had taken our children.  I just thought I would beat the haters and judgers to the punch and explain...it was just BBQ, people. :-)

 

DW and Stephen grew up together so its been a lot of fun to realize that Z and LC, who are only a month apart, are going to have the opportunity to grow up together as well.  I've also become close with Amber and we both have so much fun watching our kiddos play together...which, thankfully, they do really well.

 

While the guys made plans to go hunting the next day, Amber and I chit-chatted and oversaw our kids and enjoyed watching them entertain themselves by...

 

...sharing some finger food and working on their sign language together...

 

 

...playing footsie... (I wish I could have gotten a picture that showed how much they were giggling when their feet touched)
 

 

...and engaging in a couple highly riveting and intense games of Cornhole...

 

LC would throw one of the bean bags in and then clap her hands together.  Too cute!
 

At the end of the night, DW jokingly leaned LC in toward Z and said, "Well, kiss your boyfriend goodnight..." and much to my utter dismay, she willingly laid a big ol one right on Z's mouth. You should have seen Z's little face.  You should have seen the look on my little face.      

 

Good news: I guess our lessons in giving affection are working.  Reality check: now we just have to work on who is allowed to be given that affection.

Speaking of teaching kids things and then having a moment of what have I done?  The other day, I taught LC how to tap two things together and say knock knock.  I also showed her how to use her fist and then tap something and say knock knock.  She seemed to like that I did it but other than saying, "knock knock" here and there, she really didn't seem to put the physical action of knocking and actually saying knock knock together.  HA.  Shows what I know. 

I was working on folding laundry yesterday when she was supposed to be sleeping.  Next thing I know, I hear her slapping the wall in her bedroom and yelling at the top of her lungs, KNOCK KNOCK, MAMA!!!! 

Oh to be able to go back in time on that one... ;-)  I do love that kid's sense of humor, though.