sunny weekend

I haven’t told you about my new camera, have I? It is way cool and way beyond me, but I’m determined to learn. Took this photo with the Nikon d700 and a 50mm prime lens. Need a great camera for upcoming baby shots, yes?

My weekend was like this sunflower picture….bright, happy and filled with color.

Out-of-town and in-town family/friends gathered to celebrate the impending birth of our grandbaby!

We ate Friday night.

We stuffed our pieholes Saturday morning.

What a gorgeous feast these ladies laid out!

AND we consumed food particulates again Saturday evening.

The gracious in-laws hosted us at their lake house Saturday evening. Perfect!
Someone got very crafty. These are the nursery colors.
Adorable sock monkey on the front door.

Guess the theme of the weekend was all things baby and all things edible/drinkable. My jeans feel too tight.

The Sprout gave me a few baby things to keep at my house in case I am lucky enough to keep the tyke. Spent last night washing baby blankets, burp rags and bibs.
It’s all becoming so REAL. Pins and needles, pins and needles…pins, pins, pins, & needles, needles, needles! I wanna cook and freeze stuff.

The wiener thinks the baby can’t get here fast enough. She’s haunted by memories of a very regrettable stroller ride.

I am blessed. Thanks for all the love everyone!

Anticipatory bib-by love to all.

cure for the on-wees

The jet boat of summer has motored off the lake.  All that remains is a broad wake of ennui.  That’s on-wee for you non-French readers.  Listlessness, languor, tedium.
I can’t help it.  I have it.  Ingredients beyond my control are being poured into my on-wee cocktail.  Some things I won’t talk about.  Others are pretty typical for ladies of a certain age.  Can you spell h-o-t-f-l-a-s-h-e-s or c-o-l-o-n-o-s-c-o-p-y?  Serenity prayer 911!  Where’s my life jacket?

Know what’s a good antidote for the on-wees?  Jumping.  You heard me….jumping!  When the on-wees are dragging you down, look up.

Yes, I know my stomach is showing.  I have a stomach and it hangs out sometimes…deal with it.  Try to see my joy, people.

Better yet, jump with someone else.  With the Texan.  On a big rock in the sky!

Watch your Sprout jump.

Watch your Sprout-in-law nimbly click his heels.

And the numero uno, the number 1 all-time best cure for the on-wees is…..

Roxy-Doxy on a rock.  Does it for me.
I may be simple, but I’ve got my tried-and-true cures for the on-wees.

Note:  Even though she’s just a wiener with questionable political affiliations, who doesn’t enjoy Olympic curling, and who has a suspect method of selecting her NCAA b-ball tournament bracket, the Texan and I love her.  She’s having surgery for a hernia tomorrow.  I know all will be fine…..but she’s our baby.
Of course…..I’ll let you know how she does.  Thanks for caring.
May you be blessed.  Jumping love to all this week.