Ready.. or not?

We've been spending a lot of time around here getting the house ready to sell. This weekend we made some measurable progress.


We got rid of the old full mattress that was my box spring and Jeff's mattress; circa 1970s. To our delight we found out that the frame converts down to a twin size. Hooray for a few dollars saved! The new twin mattress is being bought this week and will be Madeline's at the next house. I just have to get the rest of the linens and set it up.




I'm decluttering and finding out that I have way more stuff than necessary. Our attic still has some room left, but we will be storing stuff in the garage too. I have a whole chest of drawers in one of our closets, and a red fabric ottoman that never made it to the family room b/c of Lady Spit up.




Madeline is checking on the progress being made outside. Jeff managed to get the front porch painted Saturday; now onto mulch, back porch, inside trim.....

Hopefully we will have it ready by mid March. Now, if we can just figure out where we want to move to.

A Favorite

I just got off the phone with a friend of mine who sings beautifully and is pregnant with her first. I had to rave and rave over an artist that I was introduced to: Elizabeth Mitchell.

If you want to have a quick introduction to her; check out this interview with her from NPR.

Communion Prep Sunday

So I've dropped one committee at church and gained another... sacraments. Yesterday, I got a last minute call to set up for the 9am service, which for me means getting to church at 8. Not too big of a deal with the help of my husband; the baby wrangler.

It takes me about an hour moving at a fairly quick pace to set up for communion. Six trays filled with wine & grape juice, 6 bread trays, chalice, and refill stations. I really enjoy being there early in the quiet and making the bread at home. Feels very Old Testament. :)

Last week as we left church I saw a sign at a new local favorite restaurant; Big Fatty's. It was Sunday Brunch from 9-2. I love breakfast and locally owned businesses, but having worked too many Sundays in my own life, hate making other people work for me on a Sunday. This Sunday I threw my Phariseeism (is that a word?) out the window. We pulled in for brunch about 10:45. As soon as we were situated, the waitress brought out fresh strawberry muffins for us to eat. Here's the visual: golden brown mini muffins drizzled with fresh strawberries and juice, with just a slight dash of powdered sugar. Oh happy day.

Maddie ate pieces off of whatever muffins we were willing to spare her, along with some banana and Cheerios. Jeff got shrimp and grits with cornbread, and I got a seafood omelet with a biscuit, hashbrowns, and gravy. Now, if you were to ask me, I would say that I don't like gravy of any sort. But our friends at Big Fatty's silently slipped a little sampler of it onto my plate. It sat there steaming and demanded a hashbrown to be dunked in. These were not the frozen hasbrowns, mind you, but the cut-up potato farm version. Fabulous! Madeline seemed to enjoy it too. Considering she only has a few teeth stubs, that girl can bite into a biscuit! This may be a new communion serving tradition.