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catch up post

Dan’s mother is in town this weekend and with all this scottish blood on both sides or our family, we decided to go to the Scottish Festival held at a local farm museum. This photo is from the grand march of bagpipers. I love the bagpipes. They strike up such emotion when I hear them. This year, I managed to keep it together as I listened to them play. But when all the pipers gathered together in a cirlce and began playing Amazing Grace, I had to get away. The song brings back floods of memories because it was played at Dan’s brother and father’s funeral just a few years ago. It was funny how all of us, (dan, his mom, and I) all immediately turned on our heels and walked away when the song started. I knew I shouldn’t even look at Dan, but when our eyes met we were both weepy. Fortunately, we were able to laugh through our tears, but isn’t it amazing how music can touch our lives so?

On a brighter note….my cousin has been in town for a few weeks, staying at the farm and she loaned me her digital SLR Sunday night since I THINK I’m getting ready to make the plunge. I caught these pictures of the girls calling to a deer grazing in the field across the road.

I love the pace of things here on Sunday nights. My family knows how to work hard, but they also know how to relax. Seems that everyone sort of lingers a little longer on Sunday evenings, enjoying the last bits of rest before the week picks back up again. I love that…

And so do the girls. I’m not sure an evening would be complete without a few scooter races down the driveway….

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sewing projects

mmm bop{py}

Elizabeth was starting to get a little bored with the life of resting flat on the floor on her quilt. So yesterday I decided to gave her a little support and whipped up my version of a boppy for her. It’s made from some fabric I’ve been hoarding for probably more than a year now and the under side used up that last big piece of some brown and white seersucker.
It’s nice because it props her up a little bit so that she can see all the action going on around her and it helps control those flailing baby arms.

I also added loops on the sides in case I ever want to hang it up and out of the way on the back of her door, or if I want to add a few links of toys for her when she gets a little older.

I think she likes it.

And it’s also good for viewing her favorite music box toy–which at this moment I’m realizing is basically baby TV….hmm. not sure how I feel about that.

And because it’s friday and this heat and humidity is making me slap-happy, I leave you with some profound lyrical words, straight from the lips of Hanson (it gets really good in that last verse):

In an mmm bop, they’re gone
Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose
You can plant anyone of those
Keep planting to find out which one grows
It’s a secret no one knows
It’s a secret no one knows
No one knows

Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du

In an mmm bop they’re gone.
In an mmm bop they’re not there.
In an mmm bop they’re gone.
In an mmm bop they’re not there.
Until you lose your hair. But you don’t care.

I also added loops on the sides in case I ever want to hang it up and out of the way on the back of her door, or if I want to add a few links of toys for her when she gets a little older.

I think she likes it.

And it’s also good for viewing her favorite music box toy–which at this moment I’m realizing is basically baby TV….hmm. not sure how I feel about that.

And because it’s friday and this heat and humidity is making me slap-happy, I leave you with some profound lyrical words, straight from the lips of Hanson (it gets really good in that last verse):

Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du bop, Ba du dop
Ba du

In an mmm bop they’re gone.
In an mmm bop they’re not there.
In an mmm bop they’re gone.
In an mmm bop they’re not there.
Until you lose your hair. But you don’t care.

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