Me too, Me too, I do, I do

Yes...

......YES, I Do... LOVE.......

Don't you just

LOVE FLOWERS?

We Are All Artists

Today, (out of nowhere) Dec asked me what colors you mix to make blue...

I hesitated.

He filled the empty space that hung between his question and my answer by telling me he'd check one of his art books because an artist wrote it and artists know what two colors make other colors.



We are all artists. I interjected. You don't need to consult your books - I know enough to answer this one.



I continued: Nonie is an artist because she loves to make finger paintings using her applesauce and yogurt. Dec laughed and rolled his eyes. Looking at him I said: You are an artist when you make the most creative vehicles out of legos each morning. Then I realied, He wasn't really buying it - so I left the subject alone.

Later, over dinner, I found myself saying to Dame - if you had suggested we make a lasagna for dinner tonight I would have said that we didn't have the ingredients. The only lasagna ingredient I knew for certain we had was the box of lasagna from the depths of our cupboard which had not been opened in more than a year because we just never had all the proper lasagna ingredients.


But our babysitter was able to whip up the most incredible lasagna. Today. Out of what? I just don't know. We didn't have mozzarella, or ricotta - yet I taste both of those tastes when I bite into it.

Her incredible ability to create the most delicious meals out of ingredients I never knew existed in my very own kitchen - both amazes and inspires me.

I am an artist, but tonight I can't help but wonder how often I've had all the supplies I've needed to create a truly wonderful work of art and never even slowed down enough to notice the palette before me and consider my vast options.
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In case Dec stumped you: blue is a primary color like red and yellow, there are no two colors that make blue. It just is.

Sweet Views

You belong among the wildflowers

You belong in a boat out at sea

You belong with your love on your arm

You belong somewhere you feel free.

LOVE my peeps.

Lyrics by TP. Not me.

Remeberies....

There are some moments that just need to be captured, and then they will be immortalized through time. These moments are not only in photo or video, but also in our memories. We are doing so many amazing things every day, I wonder what small moments, or sayings, we will be talking about when we are old. I was recalling a story the other day about a very stubborn Leen who proclaimed “I can do what I can do!!” I am not even sure what she could or would or was attempting TO do, but I will always remember that was her statement. The other day I was also telling Mads about the days of gas. I believe it was also our little Leen who believed “gas” to be a very delicious peppermint patty that was ALWAYS obtained whenever Granny would fill up the tank at the “gas” station. Then one day when there was no “gas” (it must have been around the time that debit/credit cards were accepted, and there was no longer a need to go INTO the store), Leen learned the real truth…I can’t wait to see what comes up in our crazy world and what the little ones around us will interpret. So much fun, so little time to write about it!!
Good luck tonight campers, I have more bugs in my house then you probably have in your tents!!! XOXO

Stowe good.

Cousins ...

Take leisurely strolls from the pool
Lick ice cream cones on main street
Gondola to the top and hike way far down
Cycle in circles
Compare bug bites and paper airplanes
Build pillow & blanket forts in earnest
Picnic in the grass
Sleep soundly sleep soundly sleep soundly
Wonder at the rain
Wiggle through shopping sessions
Pick wildflowers

(while) Sisters...

laugh and learn and love
(and stay up way too late)

Summer. Stowe Good.

dirty feet....

I can't go to bed with dirty feet. Especially in the summer when I wear shoes only when absolutely necessary, which is pretty much at work (I don't even wear them driving to or from work), I tend to get some pretty dirty feet. But there is no way I can peacefully go to bed knowing my toesers are black. Thankfully Annie just got me some beautiful olive oil scrub for my birthday, and now I given my feet a little scrub, and in doing so make the bathtub an oil slick, before I tuck in.
This has nothing to do with Xave and Bri working on the floor in the back room, but I am playing around with images....

Whelmed.

Can you just be whelmed? I know this is a classic movie quote - well actually not a "classic" movie because the movie is actually from the late 90's which puts it in a different time frame altogether, but you know what I mean.




Let me answer my question with an answer. As I googled the movie I found that actually, you can be "whelmed" and, in all honesty, it means the same thing as overwhelmed. That seems dumb. But I guess it's kind of like being excited and being over-excited. Same idea, yeah?


OK anyway, here's my point. So far today I've had 2 different jobs and had 2 different places to live. It was like this a:1 --> b:1 --> b:2 --> a:2. Is that confusing OR WHAT? You don't even want to know how long it took me to write that formula. I have about 134 other things to do right now.


Needless to say I am feeling whelmed. This morning I was feeling OVERwhelmed, and Tese and Kara were laughing at me, but things have calmed down since then. So now I'm just whelmed. But if whelmed means the same thing as overwhelmed than maybe I am underwhelmed?


What I mean is that if I could alter this picture I would change my face to a straight line, or maybe a crooked smile... but definitely not a frown. I might furrow my brow a bit too.

You get it? Kind of like, little fish in a big... whale's mouth...

Yellow Bow there in the corner

What's better to do on a sunny summer day than make a twig wreath with a pretty yellow bow?

I don't know.

Oh what's that.. can you hardly see it in this picture?! I didn't say I was a professional wreath maker, for heaven's sake. The first ones are always the smallest.

Virtual Tour

Welcome today ladies-


A (gasp) sunny morning in Stowe found me chatting with our Annie on the phone. This got us chatting about our blog. This got us chatting about cashola.


You may begin to notice, as you direct your attention to our starboard (that's right, for all you landlocked folks) sidebar that there could be some ads. That is... if anyone wants us. Any questions regarding that can be directed toward moi, I won't bore you with the details (that I know, anyway) in our blog in case someone else should stumble upon it.


One thing, though, is if ads do come, we the writers can't so much be clicking on them. So control your pointer fingers would ya!?!

Won't need this outfit today :)

Crazy Cousins Cavorting and Canoodling

What fun we had!

From the Archives

LOOK (i'm talking about food again)

WOAH.

I consider myself to be a professional sweet tooth. I spend hard-earned time and money investing my dollars and teeth into all things sugary. I laugh in the face of dentists who say "usually at your age we are more concerned about gum disease"... HAH... four cavities later (and that is just within the past three months)... I think I have found it.

The cookie of my dreams.

I know, I know. It sounds crazy. How can I even say that? I have had some insanely good cookies. Great Harvest Bread Co. (Pine St., Burlington), Vermont Country Deli (Exit 2, Brattleboro)... crazily delicious.

But thanks to Nie, I made these dynamite circles of love with my own two hands. If you have not yet tried her peanut butter cookies then I do declare that you drop everything and smoosh them together.

Holy Cow.

Yum.

This is me, bowing to the cookie (and the non-rain filled sky).

Oh, and Annie, those are your new chairs. You likey?