And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~ Kahlil Gibran



Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Number 4

Yeah, yeah....four posts in one day is a lot. So don't read 'em. Well, yeah, do read 'em. And comment. And tell me you love me and missed me as much as I missed you...k?

This one will be just some disjointed stuff I wanna share.

First off, OUCH! According to Statcounter, Wed has always been my big day for readers. Like twice as many folks check me out on a Wed than any other day. Today? Well, let's just say that the numbers are down. WAY down.

Not that I obsess over the number of readers I have or anything....I'm just saying.

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My friend Angel is expecting a baby. Yay! I am so happy for her. She and her hubby have been trying for a really long time, and I know she was getting down about their lack of success. When she called me yesterday to give me the news, I just burst out crying I was so happy for her.

It was kind of funny, because she mentioned that after all the work they went to trying to get pregnant she is now really nervous. She is worried that it is such a commitment, and that it is such a huge responsibility. Me being the super supportive friend I am, I told her that she would continue to feel that way until the baby was born. Then she would feel all the Mommy~love for that little one, and for one shining day everything would be perfect and she would have no worries. Then, I told her, she would wake up the next morning with a whole bunch of new worries that would dog her until her dying day.

Aren't I nice? Seriously, though. I am so happy for her, and I know that she will be a wonderful Mom and that her hubby will be a great Dad.

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The Sprouts had two instances of absolute cuteness since we moved here to Barefoot Manor.

The first was our first night sleeping here. Well, the family did...I went to work. Little Sprout had no intention of sleeping in a strange room in a strange bed (we switched her to a toddler bed at the same time). When Mr. Barefoot and I were walking her downstairs to sit with us for a while in an attempt to calm her, she ran into Big Sprout's room, crawled into Big Sprout's bed, and laid down right next to her. Big Sprout offered Little Sprout her favorite bear and blanket in an effort to make her comfy, and offered to let Little Sprout sleep with her that night.

It didn't last, but it was so sweet to see them both cuddled up in bed together like that.

The second was just last night. Both the Sprouts were in the basement family room watching TV while Mr. Barefoot and I sat in the living room on the main floor and watched our shows. After an hour or so, Mr. Barefoot went to check on them. Pretty soon he called me down to come look, and I found the two of them lying on the floor curled together and asleep in front of the TV. It was adorable. Really. They both had little cuddle blankets and tiny little pillows. It was truly a Kodak moment, and I am still kicking myself for forgetting to charge my camera batteries.

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Mr. Barefoot and I are really starting to butt heads about the yard. Of course, nothing much can be done this year, though I am determined to move the existing shed and get some beds started for my veggie garden next year. The former owners built a storage shed in the only sunny spot in the yard, and I am just frantic to get it out of there. It is really sturdy, and fairly large, so it has been suggested that I should just move it. I WOULD like to use it for my gardening stuff. I would really like to install some windows in it and have a really cool potting/storage shed. But first that durned thing has to get out of my sun!

Mr. Barefoot is just protecting his lawn. Yuck. I want lots of flower beds, lots of veggies, and very little lawn. He wants a golf course. Well, we'll see who wins this one. I figure he will be down on his knees begging me to make more flower beds after a couple months of having to mow the yard. Heh.

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We took a walk around the neighborhood tonight, and it gave me a little better idea of what "section" of town we are in. The few blocks surrounding us are such a strange mix. Most of the homes are older, and the blocks aren't really square. A lot of them are triangular, and the lots are correspondingly strange~shaped. Some of the houses are very well cared for, with adorable little gardens and well tended lawns. There are a couple apt buildings within three blocks. They seem to be lower income apts, but look fairly well kept. Some of the homes are kind of run down, and a couple are definitely empty.

Going the other direction, there are what appear to be town homes for seniors. They are a lot newer, and have that "senior village" feel to them. A couple of these have absolutely FABULOUS little gardens at the ends of the driveways. They are so cute! They look fairly spendy, too, so it is a little strange to go from these nicer (and newer) homes to older and a little more run down all in the space of a few blocks.

I am anxious to head out and explore the rest of the area around us over the next few days.

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Well, I suppose that is about all for now.....I promise no more posts tonight! ;)

2 comments:

Lynne said...

Barefoot- I haven't been commenting much but I have been here reading about you and your family as you start your new phase of your lives in your new Barefoot Manor. Kepp plugging along dear!

Lisa said...

All I did was take a few hour out from my busy blog reading day to do domestic stuff, and you leave like a zillion posts here! What the??

I think your idea of returning to routines is a good one. It may not work exactly like before (sprout is older) but it should improve things.

As for Little Sprout and the maters, sometimes you just have to say NO.

A small story: My best friend from college has a daughter the same age as my younger one. As a toddler, this child would start gagging and make herself throw up when she didn't get her way. One day, enough was enough, and she was told that if she vomited, she would sit there in it until mom was through with whatever she was doing at the time, about 5 minutes. Much crying ensued, but the baby never did that again!! Oh, and i still the "baby" about that to this day (at age 20!)