When I ask the hubby if I can go to the Hob Lob, he's just a sweetie.
"Yeah, sure hon."
And then I come back with some serious loot, some serious excitement, and all kinds of strange ideas brewin'.
And I'm sure he's thinkin, "What is all this crap? Why, why why?"
Okay so ya wanna see my loot? Do ya, do ya?
Now there is sense in this madness! To everything (♪turn turn turn♪) there is a season (♪turn turn turn♪). Really.
First and foremost, the flowers.
Making my already craptacular wreath springtacular. Or I guess we could combine and say "scrapingtacular". Er something.
I mustache you a question-- is that a "T" up there? That's a "T". Is that a "T"? It was in the freakin' "T" slot so it better be, dang it! I guess if it's a "J" well, we can get away with that too in this family.
Second and twicemost (new word), the buckets.
They're for Easter egg hunts. Let my kids pick a font for their names,
and a few shapes to stick on 'em, too,
(Kenna picked that all.by.herself. Right after she asked to use the potty. It was just amazing)
Even let them pick their colors.
Jamison: "I want the pink one!"
"um, okay. I was gonna give it to Kenna, but if you want. .. "
"No never mind. I'll take the yellow one."
Good choice, bud.
You know, since this is turning into never ending post, I'm gonna share my other odd ideas with you at another juncture. No need for a never ending post, now is there?
Now, if you'll excuse me- I'm gonna put those buckets away. Kids keep playing with 'em and getting 'em stuck on their big heads.