Perspective

For the last two days I've been meaning to get on and post some big time ranting and complaining, but my internet has been very finicky and every time I tried to get on to blogger it would die. Today however I have had a change of perspective and don't feel like complaining and voila, the internet and blogger are working just fine. I think it's a message. I will just say that being sick, and having sick children when your husband is out of cell reach on a week long scout hike is no fun.

This morning the kids and I were in the yard and I noticed my stargazers are finally opening. Okay, so only one is opening and it was just starting to open, but I couldn't resist taking a picture of it. Then I went around taking pictures of all my lovely flowers and I thought i'd share some of my favorites. These are in the back yard.

Like I said, it was just starting to open, and somehow while taking the picture I didn't notice that little green spider.

This seems to be the last of the magnolia blooms for the year.

Our hibiscus plants are so full of color!

These hydrangeas are all along the front of the house. I love the different colors each plant has.

Whatever these are, are in a pot by the front door. They are so dainty ;)

And this is the pumkpin patch, which is trying to climb out of it's little gate and take over everything.

We've got about a dozen of these so far.

Andi's two favorite things to do are "crafts," and making "homes." Today she lucked out and got to do both. She was very specific about her craft today and said she wanted to make hats out of paper. Riiiiight. . . . so pipe cleaners, scrapbooking paper, glue dots and stickers, and this is as good as it gets. That's her "home" behind them made out of a sheet and the dinning room chairs.

With Thad gone my evenings have been pretty productive. I made a baby blanket and matching burp cloth for my sister's shower in a couple weeks, and am halfway through formatting my 2009 blogbook. I'm also halfway through Wuthering Heights, gotta say, I don't love it and I'm not sure why it's a "classic" other than it's old. I mean well written, sure, but the story is depressing and I'm pretty sure the bad guy wins. Lame. Those Bronte girls and their "realistic" books. . . give me a happily ever after Jane Austen any day!