a dozen donuts... april fools!

This morning the mister found a bakery box on the counter.

I told him it was a dozen donuts. A nice Sunday surprise.

He opened the box to find mini "donuts".

April Fools!

Honey, who shrunk the donuts?

I was inspired by something I saw in the Disney family fun magazine while at a friend's house:

Frost a round piece of cereal, like cheerios or apple jacks, and top with sprinkles.

Very funny!




Yes, I know Halloween was nine days ago but I thought I would still share this year's costume.

Just like last year, I found a costume at a store and added to it to make it a little better; semi-homemade.

I sewed this great sequined material onto black leggings and added a white with sparkly black polka dots tulle to the wings.

And of course, a string of tiny warm white lights to the inner tulle petticoat completed the look.


The mister was a good sport and wore a bee costume, too. We even found one for Weezie!

Me? Well, the beekeeper, of course!


a ranch wedding

We packed up the car with our western gear and hit the road this past weekend.

Themed weddings can be really fun!

The little miss enjoyed all of her accessories, especially her hat and horse, and of course, the fringed leather satchel that she could keep her lip balm in.

Our fabulous babysitter looked super cute dressed in a vintage square dance dress that I found on etsy.

It was one stop shopping for me at Lodekka, where I found that amazing vintage gunne sax and sweet pair of red boots!

Yee Haw!


one of the many things i love about being a mom

A warm sunny day by the kiddie pool seemed like the perfect place to drag out the good ol’ crayola washable paints. I love that smell! It really brings me back to the elementary school art room.

I purchased a roll of white kraft paper, taped a large piece to the fence in our little yard, and poured out dollops of paint on plates as the little miss eagerly watched.

In my mind this was going to be a wild washable paint extravaganza! I imagined her covered from head to toe, pressing herself against the paper and then running into the kiddie pool to wash off,

BUT NO, Clementine has to wipe her fingers off in between colors while finger painting! She hates getting her hands “dirty”, which is definitely not a trate inherited from me! Hopefully she will outgrow it. Until then, she’s really into the different brushes; it was her first time using them and she knew just what to do.

She was so happy as as she painted for a bit, splashed in the pool, took a ride down the slide and then back to her ‘masterpiece’ she went, smiling from ear to ear.

Finally, she dipped her hand in a color and pressed it on the paper. She was slightly hesitant, but once I showed her that Weezie could do it she was more at ease.

Then came the feet! She had absolutely no qualms about stepping on that plate of paint and kicking her little legs up. She thought that was great!

Next time, I think I’ll put the paper on the ground and let her have a colorful, one tiny person dance party.

Yes, this is what it’s all about!


by hand


My nails were dressed for the occasion. They are starting to chip as I mop and clean up from the party and try to figure out what to do with the extra cones and twenty pounds of rainbow sprinkles.

I always start with a vision, make a plan and hope that it all comes together just as I imagined.

As for this party, I was definitely thrown some obstacles: not finding rainbow sprinkles until three days before the party, having the wrong size cones, not being able to find Fluff in Portland to make Stacie's magic frosting and using another brand resulting in wasted time and really, really bad frosting and a mad rush to come up with AND frost the sixty cupcakes I made. So much for my vision of them actually looking like soft serve; there wasn't enough time or frosting to do so and it took a wonderful friend to remind me that no one really likes that much frosting anyway and to just "let it go", these would be cute little dwarfed ice cream cones.

She was right.

I was so lucky that she came to help me because even though I awoke at 6am, I was running out of time. I realized it is very hard to pull together a birthday party for your two year old and still give her the attention she deserves on her special day. When our fabulous babysitter arrived early  I was very excited to see her. One hour left with a whole lot of decorating and fighting with the wind. Crepe paper streamers and wind do not mix. Guests arrived, I was still setting up. I didn't take photos and didn't really want to because things were not looking like I had planned. I'm a psycho about this. At least I can admit it.

It was a whirlwind. Eight kids+ twenty-five adults and two infants= a bit chaotic, at least for me running all over the place. It wasn't until some of our guests had parted that I actually had a chance to sit down, relax and enjoy the company of our friends that remained.

I do this to myself, I know!  I want to make things by hand and have it "perfect".

The thing is, when I saw Clementine enjoying her party, happy as a bowl of vanilla ice cream covered in rainbow sprinkles, I realized that she doesn't care if it's perfect; actually, to her it IS perfect.

THAT is the most important thing.