Family

Overheard at our house

claudiaApril 1, 2010Family

July 2009
Me: My birthday’s July 7, ya know.
Mike: The farm is your birthday present.

November 2009
Me: Let’s take the kids to the mountains for Thanksgiving. Or maybe Hawaii.
Mike: Nope, we’re going to the farm. That won’t cost anything.

December 2009
Me: Do you want my Christmas wish list?
Mike: The farm is your Christmas present.

January 2010
Me: Where are we going for spring break?
Mike: Atlanta.

February 2010
Me: Where should we rent a beach house this summer? We need to book it now so we can get a good house.
Mike: We can’t afford it.

March 2010
Me: Honey, our 24th anniversary is coming up [April 5]. Can you believe it? We’ve been together for 24 YEARS! Let’s go to Europe.
Mike: Are you kidding me? Have you seen our bills?

April 2010
Me: So, Mother’s Day is….
Mike (interrupting): Sorry, no can do.

15 Years, 15 Blessings

An Intentional Summer

A Mother’s Gift

History.

Adrian’s ‘Great Bed’

claudiaMarch 16, 2010Family, On the Farm

Adrian has been begging us for a big ol’ leather sectional for the great (a.k.a. crash) room, so here it is. He slept there last Saturday night.

Great Room: The general concept is one relatively central room, the crossroads of the house to be used for all of the family functions traditionally split between living and family rooms. (Wikipedia)

15 Years, 15 Blessings

A Mother’s Gift

‘country’ girl

A Barn Dollhouse

claudiaMarch 12, 2010Family, On the Farm, Stuff We Like

Okay, back to Dolly in Providence. Ever thoughtful, Big Sis came across this rather large barn dollhouse in the basement of a friend’s home. It was a gift to her children built by a local craftsman, and the kids loved and played with it for years–even adding real hay to the stalls. Recently widowed, with both her daughters now living on the West Coast, Dolly’s friend is cleaning out her New England family home and decided to part with this keepsake. So my sister convinced us to adopt it for our farm. Well, her sweet barn gift arrived at my office today in a five-foot box that could have held a human (or so noted our UPS man). When I texted to ask her how much I owed for shipping, she wrote back, “You don’t even want to know. I will tell you some night when you are drunk.” Now, it’s probably a safe bet that Arielle and Adrian D’Avanzo aren’t going to play with this barn-house anytime soon, but Mom and her horse-lovin’ friends just might. And then, there’s always those future grandkids…