Um...

What do *you* think this fortune means?

Goodbye Pumpkin

Our living room has been pumpkin colored since 2002

And we're finally making a change.

But it's a little sad to watch it go.

I'm happier with the color on the wall than how it was on the card, which is always a good thing...

We're about 2/3 through the room with plans to finish by Friday. Then it's on to picking out fabrics for pillows and curtains, and artwork...

Linking up with Like Mother, Like Daughter as our "something pretty, happy, funny and real" today.

Time Out

Last night after getting the boys to bed I knit for the first time in a week.


I quickly discovered that I would have to rip back about 15 rows on the March sock...


And my poor little heart couldn't take it so the March sock went into time-out while I jumped in on the April sock.

This is the toe of the On-Hold Socks by Wendy Johnson. I'm looking to feel even more comfortable with the lace on socks so I can be brave and try something bigger, like Omelet.


I'm back to reading some fiction after recent weeks immersed in non-fiction while planning for next year's homeschool. The Red Pyramid is my latest fiction read (going pretty fast!) and again through Ruth Beechick's The Three R's as I finish planning for first grade and K4.

*****

I'm knitting along with Ginny again this week. Visit her to read about more great knits!

Hosta Pasta

:: Deep breath ::

The recital is finished, and I get to collect myself this week. And my house. I have untold amounts of laundry to do... but after a quick pick up this morning I was pleasantly surprised to find that the house isn't as bad off as I had imagined. Just mountains and mountains of laundry.

I *was* surprised to see that spring has erupted around us. In this last week it has burst out everywhere and we had a great time on our walk this morning discovering the buds and little bits of spring evidence.

And this is the beginning of one of the hostas we transplanted last fall. Ezra was the first to spot it and he cried out, " A bud, a bud!"

I asked if he remembered planting the hosta plants last year and he looked at me wide eyed.

"A PASTA PLANT?!?!?!?"

*That* was a fun one to try to explain. He was completely and utterly convinced that we were going to picking fresh spaghetti every day this summer, and it took a *long* time to convince him otherwise.