cutting room floor :: may 16

the final freezer bag of last year's tomatoes going into spaghetti sauce for supper

the lazy-man's way to net butterflies

taking a break from the overwhelming task of weeding at the new house

how each morning begins for elizabeth...a girl-party in her crib. usually there's one more little pair of feet in there, too.

mastering the climb into the rocking chair and feeling pretty proud of herself

mastering the reach (and dump) of the can of markers. they were on the floor about twelve seconds after this was taken.

and lastly...you don't have to watch these videos. Really, you don't. It's like sitting through someone's home movies or slideshow from their trip to the Grand Canyon. But they crack me up, because it's my children. And I get weak in the knees at every coo and squeal. And I melt at every chubby hand and wrinkled foot. And someday (like in six months), I'm going to look back at this and long for the days when she crawled across the floor and laid herself spread-eagle at the front door of the old apartment to tease the cats sitting on the porch hankering for a taste of our kitty food just inside....
**and for the record, I don't know what's more embarrassing: the scratched up, peeling paint dirty front door, the little green dresser missing its knobs, or the overflowing baskets of shirts and hats and riding boots...welcome to my world.**

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