Monthly Archives: February 2012

Penzey’s best customer

I think of myself as a minimalist.

But I actually hoard a few select things.

One, boxes, which you saw earlier. I don’t know why but it pains me to get rid of a good box. I tend to just keep them all until we move and then I get rid of them.

This is my logic: They’re so useful! But they take up so much space! And in the end you don’t need them! Keep them all!

The second thing I hoard might be surprising.

It takes a whole suitcase to move them all.

That’s not the worst of it.

The bags on top are also filled with herbs and spices.

You know, in case I run out.

Do you hoard anything? Tell me I’m not the only one.

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So, this move is going well

Quotes from Felicity:

F: “Mom!”

Me: “What!”

F: “This house is so mess!”

(This was the day after we got back from Dallas.)

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Me: “So do you like the house, Felicity?”

F: “This is not our house.”

(When we first showed the kids the new house.)

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F: But I don’t want all these things in the car.

(When we were taking some random things over to the new house.)

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F: Can I have Daddy’s taco?

Me: Daddy’s taco?

F: The one with choc-ate on it?

(Those would be the moving/birthday donuts.)

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To the dinosaurs we go…

So, as I alluded in my last post, we went out of town for the weekend and saw some dinosaurs. Kind of.

First, we went to the Dinosaur Valley State Park, in Glen Rose. Thankfully, we have a state park pass and so we didn’t have to pay to get in just to take a damp picture near the dinosaur statutes. There was just too much rain and water to see the dinosaur footprints in the riverbed. I got to see the footprints on a family vacation as a kid and it made an big impression on me. I was probably the most disappointed by not getting to see them, since no one else knew what they were missing. After that, we went to the Creation Evidence Museum down the road.

(Sorry, all my pictures are from my phone so none are that great.)

It was much bigger than when I was a kid but I’d forgotten some of the cool artifacts that they have. The kids and Mr. French enjoyed that and the kids were talking about “the dinosaur museum” for several days afterwards, so I think they enjoyed it.

Doesn’t he look like he’s about to walk here?

Incidentally, this is how he likes to take baths too. I tell him this is the worst way to take a bath and he just looks at me and stands up.

Betcha can’t guess what we did while the other, more interested people in our party toured the museum.

Yeah, we could go on with the pictures but I’ll spare you.

I did look at everything but had to go a little faster because of the baby, so we found our own entertainment.

Then we drove two hours to the other side of Texas Dallas, to the main reason we left home. Some friends had invited us to visit their church and stay in a friend’s guest house/lake cabin. It was so cute!

I thought about pretending this was the new house we’re moving to, but decided you would be on to me.

This was the view. (I figured this would be the tip off that this isn’t in San Antonio.)

Pretty, isn’t it?

We tried to get a picture of everyone looking.

But Ethan is a hard dude to turn around.

(Sometimes I look around and think, “Ok. I’m outnumbered but at least I’m still taller than everyone.”)

(I’m gonna need something new to tell myself soon.)

And for my Mom and anyone else who likes to oogle kitchens. (Again with the pictures not doing it justice.)

I have the picture of the perfect kitchen in my mind (Okay, and on Houzz.com and pinterest) and this kitchen isn’t among them, but I loved this kitchen. It was so warm and inviting. I loved everything about it.

Maybe I’m easy to please? (Mr. French is not allowed to comment.)

I have a few more pictures of the cabin to show you, which I’ll do in the next post-ish.

And I still have to tell you about our little detour on the way home.

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Guess what?

Guess where we were on Saturday?

Besides sitting under chairs, I mean.

Annnnnnnnnnd…..

Guess what we’re doing this week?

It’s highly unusual* and I’m sure you’ll never* guess.

*on opposite day.

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What to do with a fast nose and other conversations

A conversation:

Felicity: My nose is so fast.

Me: Your nose is so fast?

F: Yes. I don’t know why it do that.

Me: Oh, you mean it’s runny?

F: Yeah.

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Boy1: That was a fun day!

Boy2: I wish we could have a Valentine’s Day party everyday!

Boy3: I can’t wait until dinnertime when we can tell Daddy about all the things we got. He will probably be disappointed that he didn’t get to go to the Valentine’s Day party.

Me: Yeah. Probably.

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Did you say you wanted to see some blurry pictures?

Well, if you insist.

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Pictures worth a thousand words.

So, what do we have here? More presents for me? Oh, goodie.

Wait a second, is that what I think it is?

Why does everyone get me clothes?!

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