One Word Only

1. Where is your cell phone? chair

2. Your significant other? Loving

3. Your hair? straight
4. Your mother? caring
5. Your father? serious
6. Your favorite thing?  children
7. Your dream last night? none

8. Your favorite drink? water
9. Your dream/goal? wisdom
10. The room you're in? living

11. Your hobby? blogging
12. Your fear? roaches
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? west
14. Where were you last night? home 
15. What you're not? sleeping
16. Muffins? no
17. One of your wish list items? ring

18. Where you grew up? Colorado
19. The last thing you did? bedtime

20. What are you wearing? clothes

21. Your TV? dusty

22. Your pets?  zero
23. Your computer? laptop
24. Your life?  happy
25. Your mood?  sleepy

26. Missing someone? handsome 
27. Your car? dirty
28. Something you're not wearing? shoes
29. Favorite store? none
30. Your summer? relaxing
31. Foot wear? skin

32. Your favorite color? all
33. When is the last time you laughed? today
34. Last time you cried? S^2C

Mommy's little helpers

 

Have you ever wondered...

 

Evan and Emma have amazing eyelashes.  I would be lying if I said I have never wondered what Evan would look like with mascara.   But I was pretty sure James would not appreciate me satisfying my curiosity.  Well the other day as I was changing Emma and things were particularly quiet in the house.  As every parent knows that is a sure sign that something is going on.  This is what I found.

It is amazing what the little ones pick up by just watching.  Not bad for a two year old.  And as I suspected just gorgeous. 

Just peachy

 

In my opinion there is little better than a perfectly ripe, sweet and juicy peach.  Surely there will be peaches in heaven because to me a good peach is divine.

When I was a young girl my family took a trip to southwestern Colorado.  Ever since then I have been searching for peaches like we found that summer.  I was sure they could only be found in Colorado.  Since I have not lived in Colorado for many, many years these peaches have only existed in my memories.  They were perfect.  The size of baseballs, these peaches emitted the sweetest aroma.  They were the perfect firmness and were delectably sweet and juicy.

Recently, to my delight I was drawn to a roadside produce stand where I found what looked to be peaches like I remembered.  I was hesitant.  I have had many peaches since that trip that have just not measured up.  But I could not resist the possibility of reliving that memory.  So I purchased twenty.  Not fully ripe my anticipation grew as I awaited the firm flesh to soften.  The day arrived and these South Carolina peaches met my every expectation.  A little bite of heaven.