A hunting we will go

On Saturday we packed up the crew and headed into the mountains searching for treasure.

We searched high.

We searched low.

Until Mary forged ahead and announced “It’s a Morel Miracle!”.  She found a nice big patch of these-

 

Wild mushrooms! They can be tricky to find so instead of training truffle finding pigs we have 5 kids to do our dirty work.  They’re lower to the ground so they can snuff them out better than we can.

 

They aren’t afraid of ticks like their chicken mom who wears a hat, long sleeved slick jacket so they can’t stick, tip toes around brush, and avoids all tree limbs like the plague.  Ticks are real my friends and they are out to get me.  And you, just so you know.

 

It also helps to have a bear to ward them off.

It must have worked because we came home without a single unwelcome guest. This time last year Cody and the kids brought home 20 something ticks in one trip.  I about had a heart attack. I banned them from the forest for 10 years.  No one listens to me. I still feel like I have bugs all over me.  The woods do that to me every time.

 

Good thing I have this little face to make me forget about all the things in the forest that are out to get me.  I’m such a weeny!

I think I’m always busy and rarely leave the Baxter cave anymore so I love it when we carve a little time out of our lives to just be the little family that I love so much.  Nothing better in the world. Even if I’m surrounded by blood sucking parasites and fungus.

Have a great Tuesday!

Easter realization

I know Easter was a week ago but I’m still recovering so you’ll have to humor me. I swore to myself I wouldn’t dress the kids matchy matchy this Easter.  I tried but just couldn’t find the right fabrics in time.  Nothing spoke to me.

Even the fabric I bought to make their dresses (which I still have in a nice folded pile) is the same design in different color ways. I need to be honest with myself.  I have a matchy matchy problem.  More of an illness really.

It can’t be helped.

They’ll thank me someday.  For what I’m not sure.

Not for putting their silly mugs on the net that’s for sure ;o). I thought I dressed them differently at least once. Nope.

I’ve got more but they just get worse and worse. And Christmas… let’s not go there.

Tell me I’m not the only one with this disease.  I keep telling myself that but I can’t be trusted to tell myself the big bad pastel truth.

I did make all but 3 years of them out of 11 so I get brownies for that, and this year I put sleeves on Kennedy’s dress and made Jake’s blush (not pink) tie so that counts for something.

Next year I will make 4 different dresses and 2 different ties.  So let it be written, so let it be done. That or I need to start saving my pennies for lots and lots of therapy.

Hope you had a great Easter!