I don’t have much for you today, because this is my second day fighting off a migraine. I’m not winning.
So instead of whining, I’ll show you a few small updates in my house. First you’re going to need to tilt your head. Although my house slants, it’s not this bad. If it were, I’d roll out of my chair.
Anyway, I found this crate wooden crate that I flipped on its’ side and hung on the wall. It’s now a little bookcase and duck house.
I also painted that little end table black…sorry this is another lousy picture, but remember, I have a migraine. That’ll be my excuse today. Make sure I don’t try and use it tomorrow.
I also painted this little table black, but I’ve already moved it to the living room. It presently sits below the crate/bookshelf with my laptop on it. I just grew weary of the laptop burning my legs. If it were burning fat, I’d be ok, but it just singed skin – not ok.
Finally, a bottle has been added to the collection on my mantle. It’s the white milk glass bottle to your far left with the rusty lid and it was a gift from my son. FringeBoy has single-handedly built this bottle collection for me. From the time he got his first shovel, he’s been digging up old bottles. He would run into the house yelling, “I found an antique for you mommy!”
I’m not sure if I was more proud of him for bringing me gifts or for being able to define an “antique” at three. This latest bottle is extra special because he unearthed it at a neighbor’s house. The little boy whose land it was on thought this bottle was really special, but my son knows how much I like milk glass and he traded his toy rifle for it. I couldn’t believe it!
That’s true love.
I couldn’t even get mad at him for leaving dirty hand prints all the way up the stairs on the walls I just painted. In fact, that little bottle put him in such good graces that he could have done a lot of damage that day and gotten away scott free. I’m glad his little mind isn’t that conniving yet.
Have your kids done anything extra special to surprise you lately?
That’s a loaded question, I know. Those extra special surprises are usually not so great things – like the time my daughter powdered her entire room. I never knew there was so much white stuff in one bottle of baby powder. I’m still coughing up white clouds.
As a bonus, this song by Chris Tomlin has been running through my head all week, so I thought I’d share. If you’d like to listen to ‘How Great Is Our God’ with me, click HERE.