This was Bean's reaction to seeing a butterfly up close in person. She was climbing Jas' leg. This is the same child that tries to catch carpenter bees in the back yard.
Today, Beans and I went to The Porter with our buddy Anh. Anh had two beers and shared a big fat basket of the most delicious fries with us and then bought Beans some home made vanilla ice cream.
This is the Wigglin' Waterpillar. I bought it for Beans entertainment. I thought it would wiggle as the name and packaging suggests. It didn't. This disappointed me: however, Beans' happiness with the non-wiggling Wigglin' Waterpiller pleased me very much.
This is what some one looks like after they've had a piece of metal remove from his eye and the rust (because the aforementioned metal was in there at least 4 days) scrapped off with an instrument that looks like a mini golf putter with a sharpened edge. In case you were wondering. You're welcome.
Progress! This is going to be the most awesome play house ever! Or at least the most awesome one in my neighborhood. I think it's the only one, so it would have to be. But it's going to rock!
Jas asked me to go to Home Depot and get four 4x4x8 foot posts. I thought he was building a fence. He said he was building "a shelter" for "building supplies" and what not. He told me that there was a sketch of it in his office and I could look at it. So I did. You're not looking at a storage shed... you're looking at the beginnings of Bean's playhouse!
Beans and I went to Imagine It! The Children's Museum of Atlanta. We spent two and a half hours playing non-stop. I snapped this photo a few minutes after we got there. She had just declared that "it's beautiful."
Happy Easter! I think. That's my nephew standing behind Beans (whose mouth is filled with cheese) with the toy knife. They actually get along pretty well... most of the time.
I'm 65% abnormal. My sister says I'm crazy. However, that's also how she describes herself, Saturdays, and Tuesdays too. I have a degree in mortuary science and one in psychology or I as I like to call them "creepy" and "crazy". I march to the beat of my own trombone, have a 24/7 job, paint on walls, design ironwork, manage a household, & like to enjoy the occasional adult beverage & a generous serving of Blue Bell ice cream. I have a husband that can easily bend hot metal & our baby looked remarkably like a Kewpie Doll for the fist year of her life. And I believe, as Bukowski said, kindness is just about the best you can do.