A Month of Pictures - My World Day 2

My boys playing a late night game of chess.

A Month of Pictures - My World

The outside living room... Or as some people like to call it - the porch. Littered with kid detritus: bikes, nerf guns and chairs.

Eh... I haven't anything better to do

Subtitled: In Sady's head, it never rains, but it pours.

Growing uo, I always wanted the rain slicker & umbrella That the Morton's salt girl wore. I coveted it deeply. Part of me still really wants galoshes because of that iconic salt girl.

But that's really not the point. Well, maybe it is. It offers an explanation toward how truly obsessed about certain things I become.

I wish I could remember how I found her site, but Amanda Blake Soule's blog (www.soulemama.com) is my absolute favorite these days. She's made it quite clear that what she shares with the blogosphere are the good snippets of her life. Let me tell you, there seem to be plenty -- even in the small chaotic ways. The life she and her husband have built - carefully and lovingly - is one I aspire to. It's simple and pure. Full of love and support and nurturing. She is who she is. Her family is her family. It's a thing of beauty watching it unfold.

Ms Soule is also a published author. I pre-ordered her latest book and it arrived last week. It was signed by both Amanda and her husband, Steve. As I looked at the inscription, I was mildly taken aback. Her handwriting is almost identical to mine. No, seriously. It is. The Boyfriend thought I had written in the book myself, the writing style is so similar.

I thought it was cool & chalked it up to the both of us being New England girls. Later on, as I was reading her book, it occurred to me that the significance of the hand writing was more than a mere fluke. It was almost like a sign.

I can't explain it without sounding stalkerish, so I'll just say this: Ms Soule's example has helped me have the most clear vision of how EXACTLY I want the two year plan to turn out. It's something to hyper focus on, so I can get where I want to go on time. I thank her for her help in giving me focus.

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I'm taking a page out of her book & showing you some corners of my home.

The picture above is part of my studio space. The table is too narrow & the room often gets taken over by mischevious trolls, but this is the first time I've ever had studio space and I love every centimeter of it. It's where I dream and create and visualize as I stare out the window and look on the pink rosebush blooming in the neighbor's back yard and my mind wanders forward to the future...

The Monkey Menu (Subtitled 2 Blogs for the price of one)

Homeboy loves his chicken cordon bleu. And pesto tortilini (how do yoh spell that??). He had both for dinner tonight.

Tomorrow, we're having spaghetti and bug shaped macaroni. Or The Nugget's menu.

Cooking is so much more interesting when Trolls choose the menu.

Never let it be said that The Boyfriend doesn't give it his all...

Yes. Yes we WERE, in fact, eating supper around the Monopoly game that was started last night.

Here, The Nugget is trying to wheel and deal with The Donald... I mean The Boyfriend.

Me... I was totally blissed out. I am LOVING all this family togetherness.

Let the Games Begin!

I came home from work to a monopoly board set up, trolls home from their dad's and a boyfriend ready to be the next Donald Trump.

It was a good hour spent as a family. I was blissed out on the vibe & was envisioning two years from now, bundled up in front of the fire place, being a family.

If this is Monday, I think I may really start loving them.

We have KIDDENS!

This little guy got lost, so of course he's my favorite. And his name is Fortune Cookie (we named his Dad Won Ton, so Fortune Cookie is only appropriate).

Little dude is a champ. Feisty from the get go (the only mewler), and he's got 6 little kidden toes on each paw. Why yes. Yes I AM smitten. Why do you ask?