Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Relatives Came // Good Times


                                                                                    F I N A L L Y.

Living faraway from family makes for some very special visits when we do manage to see each other. I guess you could call it a perk of the situation.

Dad (whoops - apparently you've escaped all the pics? Sorries.), Mom and Becca dared to brave the 17 hour drive, and, as a bonus, picked Mamaw up from Ohio on the way! My Bestie, Bethany Collins, flew in to join us from Oklahoma a few days before the crew arrived. (Supriiiiiise!!)

                                                                               H A V E N  L U V I N S


I practically never saw the poor child while everybody was here. I think the Grandmas and Autnies were making up for lost time. <3


And then we decided to hike up Chimney Rock. I paid for that decision for daaaayss. We were only at the top for a few minutes before it started to rain, so we hung out in the little cafe for a while before heading back down.

After we left, I experienced my first dead car battery in the Ingalls parking lot. Thanks to Dad (and the two concerned, neighborly shoppers who stopped to see what was wrong .. I guess I finally know what it's like to be on the receiving end of Ethan's "good samaritan" stops.) for getting me running again. 



And speaking of the Good Samaritan. . . here he is! The week before everyone came, I was crazy busy trying to get all my bases covered with a curious little baby (who has a taste for mop water, apparently...). He surprised me with a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on Thursday afternoon.

There's nothing more special than seeing the happy little florist lady walking up to the door with a giant vase of flowers. I'm always giddy. And this time I cried.

Cuz he's so sweet. 

Friday, April 21, 2017

Favorite Things | Piano Students


Piano students are amazingness.

I love the fresh curiosity of kids. Monday's and Fridays keep my chuckling to myself for the rest of the week, and Haven dances under the piano while we practice clapping rhythms and singing songs.

It's an all-around good thing.

Teaching piano students was pretty nearly my only incentive for keeping up with piano lessons, growing up. I struggled with traditional means of learning notes and rhythms and scales, and (as my poor mother can attest) I spent many teary half-hour practices trying to cram those marching black notes into my brain.

There's a need for the rules and technique of note-reading --but there are happier, easier ways  of learning them. And I love seeing the methods work.

So, now, as my dream of opening my own "studio" has finally hatched, "traditional" is the last word that I would choose to describe piano lessons. Which, I think, the kiddos are enjoying. Quite happily, tbey are also progressing well.

Needless to say, the little goose recorded above, is my favorite student so far. And yeah--I'm biased.






Thursday, April 13, 2017

//L O V E I S//



Dish towel fights on Saturday morning.

The flower he tucks into my hair.

His laugh when he realizes I had the wrong drill bit in the drill. He hugged me. "I'm so glad I know you need me."

How he's always warm when I'm freezing.

The quiet strength that he is when it's been a tough day.

How he's good at everything I'm not. (Math...strategy...running on no sleep...running in general...)

How he never, ever complains about me to anyone.

The way he will do absolutely anything to make Haven laugh.

The way she smiles when he walks in the door at night.

His goals. His standards. His optimism.

How it makes me laugh when he quietly sits out a conversation about "goofing off" like he's never had a towel fight or scared anyone half to death in his life. And everybody just assumes he never has. 'Cept me. All but me.

His humility. He's done so many things that so many could never do, but he never mentions a word, and always slips away from any notice or attention.

His weakness for chocolate chip cookies.

And that he promised he would never, ever take me "snipe hunting". (Find a Southern person to explain that to you..)

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Vanilla and Bleach | Couch Hunting

She's so innocent.

This little girl has not the tiniest clue as to why she shouldn't try to eat my tea lights. Nor does she know why I had a minor heart attack after she picked  up the BLEACH RAG, (and took a lick.) She can't figure out why she can't crawl up inside my freshly organized cabinets. Or why she shouldn't play in the mop water. Or why she shouldn't drink the mop water.

#babylife

#springcleaning

#curiousgeorge

I could think of a few more.

OH MY WORD SHE'S STANDING UP WITH NO HANDS! RIGHT NOW! THIS VERY MOMENT.

Haven Gracious.

She's also laughing, and shaking her rattle for all its worth.

Alrighty then. Hope you enjoyed sharing that moment with me....

*AHEM

But, yes -- we're whipping the house into spring cleaned sparkle. Ethan has been trimming hedges, disposing of the ((absolute biggest)) fire ant hills that I've ever seen, replacing electrical-stuff-that-I-don't-remember-the-name-of, and slowly...s l o w l y...finishing up projects and getting them off of the carport.

Me and Haven have been organizing closets, cleaning out cabinets, having a cup of tea in between, working on our super special coffee table project, having another gulp of tea + a small conversation about "DAAAAAAA-da" for ten minutes, and tidying stuff. And tossing stuff. And having s'more tea.


And the new couch is supposed to be here any minute, which, as you can imagine, is extremely exciting to this here mama.

 I'm beginning to be able to feel my fingers again (almost desensitized from scrubbing, I'm afraid.). Which means, I need to go get busy - because we're nowhere close to finished. More mop water to sample, and stuff.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Cabin Fever | On the Mend

You there --

SHHHHHHHH!!

Yeah, you.

It's me - here in the house. I can't come out. Send help.

It's really not that bad, but my wild imagination waxes eloquent when I get bored. I really shouldn't say that word too loud, because that word doesn't happen to me very often. I very much dislike that word, actually, because normally it's only used out of whiney immaturity. . . But today is day 7 of staying away from most of humanity, and I'm pretty nearly stir crazy.

I've had the flu, see.

I've NOT had it for several days now, but I still don't want to startle someone into Lysol and hand sanitizer by showing up for a visit, and I'm still a little too worn out to go shopping.

Scratch that.

I WOULD LOVE TO GO SHOPPING!!!

I would LUUUUUUV it. To the moon and back.

Mostly because me and Haven have been planning summer wardrobes for the past two days, via every online store imaginable. In the end, I've pretty nearly decided that I'll just have to MAKE my own line of floral-y, flow-y, happy, ruffle-y, slimming clothes. I have so many ideas in my head that I can't find in stores...if only I were a better seamstress. 😜

Me and Haven have also tackled a project that we can do something about. We've attacked THE ROOM. It's the one that I mentioned awhile back full of all kinds of Unorganizationalness.
**No, that's not a word. But it is, most certainly a real thing. I've seen it myself.** It's almost clean now.

We have also listened to all the audio drama that  we care to.

And have taken loooong walks outside. (Which certainly help.)

We've called relatives...

Haven learned to crawl...

I learned that I ain't no mountain woman. (Can't keep the woodstove going today..)

And overall, I've become real, real thankful for healthiness. And Haven, and Ethan who pamper me and make me smile.

And, boy...I sure hope we can go grocery shopping tonight. (I love you Aldi..)

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Goldfish Chaser | The Haven Report



She had the weirdest look on her face, and I noticed that she was quietly chewing something - probably some bit of fuzz from the laundry, or a piece of bark from the woodpile.

With a sigh, me and Haven began the struggle of extraction.

Curious. She didn't actually struggle much. Then I realized why: IT WAS A DEAD, DRIED UP STINK BUG. (Minus a couple legs.)

Oh...my child....

At least I've been freshly inspired to keep my floors clean. (Well, if, dried out, nasty stink bugs can remind one of ANYTHING fresh and happy, that is...)

//On to things that actually ARE fresh and happy//

All who know and love our tiny explorer-of-dark-corners-that-haven't-been-swept-yet, have come to discover that she loves food. Any food. //Minus broccoli and avocado.//So when Grandma and Grandpa Pyatskowit came to visit, they already knew the key to her love and acceptance - namely: Gold Fish Crackers and Chips Ahoy. Haven took one, long look at the cookie in Grandpas hand, and didn't care a thing for Daddy and Mommy anymore.

Needless to say, we had fun last weekend laughing over her antics.

On Saturday Grandma set out a pile of goldfish on the floor ...  And Haven, consternated at having to work so hard for a snack, slowly pulled herself across the floor to get them. Yes. My baby is crawling. And as of that wasn't enough, she's also started standing up. I nearly cried. She just grabbed the toy she was reaching for and sat down, firmly -- with not a clue on how substantial her accomplishment really was.

They say time flies::and it really does.



Monday, February 27, 2017

Summer in February | The Company Cometh


This is Haven, eating Daddy's leftover pizza crust on the front porch. (^^^)

Yes. It's actually warm enough for that. HOT, actually, if you sit out in the sun doing paperwork for an hour. (Not sure if I'm burnt or tan yet...)

To a former Wisconsin girl, this is crazy. We're planting stuff in the garden, mowing grass and having picnic lunches in ...wait. Is this still FEBRUARY?!

I love North Carolina. ((Somebody remind me of that in July.))

On other news:

There's no inspiration for getting little odds and ends finished up in your house like company. Therefore, among other reasons, I LOVE ME SOME COMANY. I'm so excited that my parents are coming down in March, then coming back with my little sister and ma' bestie in April!!



*Now, I do realize that I never post photos of the house progress....so, for the home folks, here ya go! Rejoice!

That flowery arrangement..."thing" happened in December when the evergreens were fresh and delightful. They're not so fresh and delightful now, two months later. I ain't no florist, and for-shore have a whole lot to figure out where "decorating" is involved, but I gritted my teeth, prayed (no joke. It's the only way any decent decor happens around my house 😂) and dove in.

Alrighty. That'll be about enough. We're taking supper to my Parents - in- love, and I prolly need to get that ready to put on the grill.

Happy Sarurday!