Well Mannered Frivolity

I don't know art, but I know what I like.......and I like Van Gogh's Room at Arles

  

Edited to add: It had been brought to my attention that I gave credit for Fine Art Friday to the wrong person.  Fine Art Friday is actually the brain child of  Carol@magistramater

It was a happy mistake, however, as now I know about another lovely blog.

Thank you Miz Booshay

Wendy 

I made these baby doll slings as big sister gifts for my friend Christy's two daughters.  They were so much fun to make.  In fact, I went ahead and made 4 in one sitting.  One for each of Christy's girls, one for Lila, and one for Mary Jane.  

  

  

K...I....S....S...I...N...G

First comes love

Then comes marriage

Then (very shortly thereafter)comes Wendy with a baby carriage 

Donna @ Quiet Life  has asked how how we met our spouses and what w  did on our first date.

My best friend, Jennifer, had a crush on a boy named Bash (short for Sebastian) who lived on the top floor of my apartment building. One night we gathered our courage and went to Bash's apartment.  Bash and Jennifer had a short lived romance.  As we spent more and more time at Bash's apartment, I started to notice a quiet dark haired hippie named Bill. This was college, mind you, so there was always a party going on! Nothing much came of Jennifer and Bash, but Bill and I were getting to know each other better and better.  Our first date was to go see Pulp Fiction.  That was 12 years and 5 children ago.  Seems like a lifetime. It also seems like a minute.  We will celebrate our 11th anniversary on Saturday 7/1/06.  

We still are hippies on the inside.  Just conservative, Christian, homeschooling hippies.  Cruchy Cons! As you can see on my shoe post, I still wear Birkies.

Recently we were listening to Jane's Addiction.  Bill remarked "They just don't make music like that anymore."  I've been calling him "Old Man Fairfull" every since. 

Maybe tonight, after the dasterdly duo go to sleep I will post a pic from those days.

Keep on keepin on,

Wendy 

I'm going to preface this by saying I do not in any way, shape, or form have a green thumb.  When it comes to gardening I emply the "survival of the fittest" technique. I plant something and hope for the best.  I will say everthing we do is organic, so at least we are not harming any one (except for the neighbors who endure our weedy yard).   This year my hydrangeas have outdone themselves. 

  

  

As many of you know, Bill totalled his truck back in May.  He finally have a new car.  Before I go any further I'd like to give props to Allstate.  They handled everything in an efficient and friendly manner.  So, with out further ado, Bill's new car

  

The Pretzel Girl and I hosted a small baby shower for our other bestest pal, Christy.  Her baby was actually born 6 weeks ago, but Christy had gestational diabetes.  We didn't want to serve food she couldn't eat, and we thought the idea of  low-carb party food was pretty unappealing.  Here in the South it's all about the food.  Anyway, I needed a 2 easy/inexpensive yet still thoughtful gifts for the two shower games winners--baby bingo & how many words can you make out the the baby's name.  I had 2 days.  I had some yarn. My husband would want you to know I have a whole closet full yarn.  I have another (bigger) closet of fabric.  I digress......I had some knitting needles.  I had some fancy lavander soap.  I had some diaper pin so............I made these wash clothes

  

  

  

Its that time of the week again, folks.  That's right...another Let's Get Real Monday brought to us by  Randi

Here are the shoes that see the most action here at Chez WMF.  Crocs for the girlies, athletic sandals for the dudes.  My husband refuses to wear (or let his sons wear) clogs.  I came home from Kassis Brothers Shoes after getting the girls new Danskos last fall and excitedly told Bill when the boys are 5 we can get Danskos for them!  Bill, who is usually pretty laid back, gave me a firm NO! on that front.  Therefore, his boys have suitable manly shoes featuring Spiderman (Will) and tractors (James).

  

  

There is a company that makes disposable sippy cubs.  I am a big fan of these cups.  They can be used over and over, but they are so inexpensive it won't break your heart if one gets ruined.  As most mothers know there is a myriad of ways in which a sippy cup can be destroyed. If you have more than one child you will most likely leave a trail of sippy cups every where you go.   This can be helpful if you are lost in the woods, ala Hansel and Gretel, but mostly it's just expensive.  Sometimes a small child will leave a cup into the backyard and you won't discover it is missing until your husband goes over it with the lawnmower.  This can cause a broken lawnmower blade, and a creative use of explitives you did not even know said husband possessed.  Then there is the worst.  The sippy cup that has been quietly hiding underneath a minivan or SUV seat.  This cup will most likely contain milk, or if you are really lucky, chocolate or strawberry milk.  And if you live in Charleston, SC and it is Summer this cup has been quietly brewing in 100 degree heat with 99% humidity. There is a strong possibility this cup is so gross that legally you should have a Haz-Mat placard on the back of your vehicle.  This cup will have to be thrown out because milk and cup have now become one, and Clorox has not yet developed a bleach product strong enough to kill the odors and germs (or you may have brewed up the cure for the Avian Flu).

Then there is the matter of keeping up with the little rubber plugs that make sippy cups (I really dislike the term sippy cup.  Are they called anything else?) spill proff. Each cup takes it's own type of plug.  Keeping up with them can be a nightmare. The disposable sippy cups, through some act of magic, are spill proof without a plug!

Now I shall get to the point of this post.  My little guys like to drink with straws.  At the dinner table a cup and a straw are just fine. Will and James, however, possess neither the fine nor the gross motor skills to carry a cup and straw around the house.  While shopping at Publix the other day I discovered ............DISPOSABLE SIPPY CUPS WITH STRAWS...........clouds parted, rainbow appeared and  Handel's Hallelujah Chorus started playing.  My joy was shortlived, however when discovered that because of some arcane law of physics which I do not understand these cups will erupt.  I took the cups out of the packaging and gave them a cursory wash (I had a little boy on each leg screaming "Want straw cup. Want straw cup."  Meanwhile my groceries are still in the back of my Excursion melting in the aforementioned 100 degree heat.)  So, I fitted the straw in to the lid, poured in the red Hawaiian Punch, put the lid on, and WHAM-O, red juice like drink is everywere.  The juice erupted out of the straw in a manner that would have done Old Faithful proud.  I had red juice on myself, my kitchen counters, my stovetop, my ceiling!, my groceries, and my white cabinets.  It looked like a Mafia hit had been successfully pulled on Punchy in my kitchen, and the weapon of choice was an AK-47.  Okay, time for cup number 2.  This time I was a little wiser.  I only filled the cup half way and pulled the straw up.  This way straw and liquid were not touching.  Pretty smart, huh? Apparently not because the doggone thing still erupted like Mt Saint Helen.  The Hallelujah Chorus quickly became the Imperial March.  

And my Publix Premium Fried Ice Cream melted in my car.

Sorry, no happy endings tonight.

Wendy

PS Man, I bet that ice cream would have been good.