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Three's 4 Me: It's official: I am a grown-up
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Sunday, June 26, 2011. It's official: I am a grown-up. Okay, obviously I have joined the ranks of grown-up-ness-hood (? Reference: one child running around like a mad man, another on the way - but tonight we did something that really throws us over the grown-up-ness-hood threshold officially: we hosted my parents for dinner. You don't have to worry about me anymore, I can now plan and execute a full dinner from beginning to end, so those thousands of dollars you shelled out for my tuition was well-spent!
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Three's 4 Me: June 2015
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Sunday, June 28, 2015. After his shots. Poor guy! So with his apparently upset tummy, I committed to waking up to every little whine last night. I punched the poop clock at 11:45, 1:30, 3:45, 4:30 and then Chad took 5:00 and then his morning diarrhea at 6:00. Sheesh! They walked out into the street (! Looked left and right, then ran across straight to the other kids' door! I had Snow, so could just sort of walk behind them saying, "guys! What are you doing? I legitimately was like, "wth, kids of mine?
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The Village Press: December 2012
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012. Down our Christmas tree. Just another perk to living in this magical place. Friday, December 7, 2012. It's beginning to look a lot like. Thursday, December 6, 2012. I wish I was an artist. I have wished to be an artist since I can remember. I wish I could draw, nicely. I wish I could paint, beautifully. I wish I could strum the guitar, musically. But all these years I have accepted that it just wasn't me. I am left brained. I do math, I make lists. BUT THEN I REALIZED. Join th...
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The Village Press: January 2013
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Saturday, January 26, 2013. Would you do me the honor. Of following me on a new adventure? I am taking a leap into a new cloud of creativity. I am calling it RED HOUSE. Living a handmade life is its theme and I am super excited about it. Apparently I can craft, cook, and sew. but I cannot, for the life of me, switch over to Word Press smoothly. I miss you all. I want you to join me. I can't do it on my own. And see what I have been up to. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Back to school dinner.
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The Village Press: A Shift
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Mr Witt and I talked about it for many years, mostly while lying on our pillows with all of the lights off. The desert, quiet out our window, held up the stars that we wished. Upon Why do we feel so out of place most of the time? What would it be like to raise our children in a small town, with running rivers, and ancient forests? Could we, one day, own a small farm and grow our own food? How do we get ourselves out of this rat race and into no race at all. In the back round of our days . We are here....
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The Village Press: July 2012
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012. Day number 2 of our trip provided me this gem. Best Family. Picture. Ever. Matt looking dapper as ever of course, and twinsies with the wife earns him extra bonus points. Me hoping my dad doesn't drop my phone while figuring out how to take the picture. Noah in pure travel out-of-his-head exhaustion mode. And dear Gabrielle.It's a framer. Here are a few more pics of this fine day. BUT aside from that. and the lack of Starbucks. Our daily schedule went as follows:. Yea, it was no...
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The Village Press: I wish I was an artist...
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Thursday, December 6, 2012. I wish I was an artist. I have wished to be an artist since I can remember. I wish I could draw, nicely. I wish I could paint, beautifully. I wish I could strum the guitar, musically. But all these years I have accepted that it just wasn't me. I am left brained. I do math, I make lists. I think about this all of the time. mostly when I am scrubbing my house, on my hands and knees, in my jammies, wondering just what it is I am doing here. BUT THEN I REALIZED. I am an artist.
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Vintage Chic by Bri: A rendition...
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Thursday, May 23, 2013. Bea is almost four now, and her artistic skills totally have me impressed! I am pretty sure, she gets her artistic sense from her father based on the latest rendition of her white silky chicken named "Snoopy". White silky chickens are by far my favorite, we have four of them in our yard, all of which are named "Snoopy". I had to take a picture of it, it just made me laugh! I hope it brings a smile to your face too :). Posted by Bri Taylor. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Vintage Chic by Bri: Sugar and Spice...
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Saturday, April 20, 2013. I admit it, I have a incredible weak spot for little girl sewing projects. There is something about the colors, fabrics and wardrobe options that I just can't resist. Bea had a birthday party to go to this weekend, and I was trying to decide what gift to buy? Then I looked over at my fabric stash and saw this combo and knew exactly what I should make. What four year old little girl wouldn't want a crown and a twirly skirt? Posted by Bri Taylor. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).