Moon Dreams & Day Beams

Our Monkey Foot Designs wet bag came in about a week ago. I love it! Supposedly, you stick the yucky diapers in the bag and the odor is eliminated. So far, so good. We are not exclusive as we are using both cloth and disposable about equally as much. The bag is so cute that it charged my waning interest in cloth diapers. More, it can be used for bathing suits, cosmetics, etc. in the case cloth diapers don’t work out for us. It isn’t like a boring ol’ diaper pail. This number is cuuuute.

I highly recommend Monkey Foot Design. She is as awesome as her fabric choices are funky. I had a few questions about cleaning the bag as I emailed her my query. She responded within a few hours. Awesome job Monkey Foot. If you want to see more of her designs visit her etsy store. It is a treat.

I am thankful for this girl and this girl and this girl for your cloth diapering inspiration. And, so are my kids and their kids for all the diapers (that require 500 years to decompose) we are saving from the land fill. And, so is Baby Whitaker who reaps the health benefits. And, so is my husband who shares my budget with me. 

While I am at the thank you’s – thank you for all of your support. Please leave any words of cloth diapering wisdom or encouragement or commentary. Thanks. Happy week.

Shhh…we are trying to get some sleep around here. If all goes well, we will have a better rest schedule by next week. The doctor confirmed that Whitaker’s restlessness is unnecessary and an indication that the Zantac is not working. We started Prevacid today in hopes that it will ease the pain. Apparently, the actual spit-up associated with reflux will not be removed. Pooy. But, with the pain eased he will be able to sleep more heavily and for longer periods of time  and not be so fussy. Currently, he is always hungry. He is constantly eating while not sleeping very well.

We are happy that he will feel better…and that we will get more snoozy.

Laura Resen via mary ruffle

This image looks so inviting. I can not help but include it as I dream of the restoration, relaxation, and slumber that we hope our new prescription brings (okay, so it won’t bring this much tranquility but a girl can dream).

We are back! Brian joined us on the island for Father’s Day as we all drove back Monday in  time for Beatrice’s gymnastics group. It was a nice week except that I believe Whitaker had a growth spurt on Thursday and Friday, which is a fabulous thing and a tiring thing. I was up almost a full twenty four hours between nursing him and watching Beatrice. I found a terrific little store to make my coffee with all the “fixings” for 69 cents with a recycled cup. Woot. Woot. Bring on the simple dollar!

Father’s day was nice as I wish I would have come up with a project like this one from Tip Junkie.  Instead, I ordered a pair of Born Hammond Shoes which I thought he would really like. His wardrobe desperately needs some casual dress shoes. These came from REI which he loves. They just sort of look like him. I admit, I think I missed the mark on this one. I didn’t sense any overjoy. The “heart and sole” tag was cute but I guess shoes are just super personal. Photos and frame…so Father’s Day next year.

I got a little teary as I longed for my Dad on Father’s Day. Alright, a lot teary. I suspect that is expected. I know he is in another place but I am really selfish. I would like him right here with me in human form.

Speaking of Father’s Day presents, did I mention to you that Brian got me the stroller of my dreams for Mother’s Day this year? I think I forgot to tell you despite my desire to blog about it.  It is one of the most extravagant presents anyone has ever given me, well maybe not ever but in a long time.  It is so nice. I have used it every single day since Mother’s Day.

I think that is about it. Everyone keeps asking me about the heat and the challenge of mothering two small children alone. All I have to say is that when you are just a block from the beach life’s pretty good despite the temperature, the antics, and the adjustments to a new baby. There is something about the sound of crashing waves, the feel of gritty sand, the taste of salt that simply “do it” for me. St. Simons is what it takes for the medicine to go down for me.  It’s osmosis. It’s a contagious energy that threads through the environment and the people, in the limbs of trees, the dreads of moss, the hearts of people, and the life of people.  There is something about it that brings me closer to my spirituality and who I am as a person, a sister, a friend, a daughter, a mother.  I will sign off with this photo of a sunset in St. Simons.

Happy Tuesday. Christy

photo from flickr

Our Trunk is Packed. We are going to the Beach.

We have had a good few days as we have been getting ready for Tygart trip to Amelia Island next month, had one of my favorite people in the world over for pizza, gone to storytime, and spent much time with Papa.

Whitaker weighed in at 10lbs at his check up yesterday. The weight gain made me so proud. Woot. Woot.  The Doctor recommended the moniter for another two months along with limited exposure to public places, children and germs.

We offered to stay home with Brian for a few days but he suggests that he can get more done in our absence.  By request, we are off to the islandas we were last Wednesday through Friday. I am a brave woman and an insane mother. It is a little challenging to have both of them without any support groups, spouse or friends or family. It is also challengeing to have them in a beach shamble – simple, fun, and interesting but definitely poses a few obstacles. I think I can. I think I can. The little train purged forward. Yes, I think I can. I think I can.

I took Barry last time, but I am going to leave little smell-so-great home this time.  I feel guilty already. There is barely room in the car which requires him to sit up front. The new stroller takes up the ENTIRE trunk. Barry scratches which makes the dog hair fly everywhere and his paw hit the shift. There was a time when none of the above would cause alarm. Now, it does. Plus, I should leave him behind to keep Brian company. There is just something wrong about leaving that old dog behind when we go to his absolute favorite place, the place where he was born, the place where he can run and swim and chase birds, the place where he used to could sleep in the bed and snuggle with mama, and catch opossums.

Our fingers are crossed that we are able to catch up with Amanda and Lilly, that we get to sleep, and that we get to go to the beach (labeled by Beatrice, the big swimmin’ pewwwwl).

Without further ado we are off to pack our trunk to go to the beach. I will meet you in the blogosphere when I get back.

Happy Summer. XOXO, Christy

photo via flickr

via d sharp

One day we’ll find it. The Rainbow Connection. The lovers. The dreamers. And, me.

Lyrics to the Rainbow Connection

Why are there so many songs

 about rainbows
And what’s on the other side
Rainbow’s are visions
They’re only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we’ve been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they’re wrong wait and see

 

Someday we’ll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it’s done so far
What’s so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see

Someday we’ll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me

Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I’ve heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they’re one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
There’s something that I’m supposed to be

Someday we’ll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

 Sara Mclaughlin and Kermit the Frog also sing the song

Happy Monday.

So, if you are looking for something fun to do in Statesboro on June 13th this may be just-the-thing.  The items in the silent auction are impressive as Spode, Johnson Brothers and Crown Ducal antique chinaware is included. Penny Marz has also given a Custom Pet Portrait. Hey. Hey. I think Barry might could use one of those. This is an event that helps animals in Bulloch County through the Humane Society of Statesboro and Bulloch County, Inc. See you there.

 

“One generation plants the seeds and the next one gets the shade”

This fine honor esteems her. I can tell as she bubbles with excitement at the mention of the acclaim.  Nashville could not have chosen a better way to celebrate her.  I am so proud of her and so happy for her magnification. She deservies it.

“I was so surprised that someone would do this for me. I couldn’t even say anything,” Grandma recounted the the moment they presented her with the figure.

The candid, heartfelt reception is detailed on the front page of the June 3, 2009 edition of The Berrien Press. “And, it’s in color,” she proclaimed with splendid amazement as she handed me my copy.

The Invitation

Mrs Margie Tygart with the Butterfly Girl Statue

Grandmother with grandchildren (not all of us : )

The Tygarts at the event

I hope you can read the delightfully written article. It charmingly includes quotes like from Ms. Idelle that describe Grandmother as the “Ultimate Party Girl.” I love it!

 Oh, and here is the video. Enjoy.

my regrets to my conservative friends and family. i believe in global warming. can’t help it. i just do.

this print from HOW poster design awards

Thanks for finding this d. sharp

and loving every minute of it…

{via d sharp}

“ Marriage lets you annoy one special person for the rest of your life.”

And, Mr. Hulsey is my special person (lucky, lucky fellow).

With projects that create dust like this… 

And, consume time like this…

I admit that he enjoys his projects. More, he is good with his handy ways. 

But, like the rest of us he does have his special person to annoy.  Pardon me, but, I am just sayin’.

Even though we some times annoy each other (he undoubtedly gets the brunt of it), I do love him, love him, love him. If I could do something like this and I had the time I would surely sew him a letter like I found on Jordan’s Blog. Since I can’t, he will have to do with this simple little blog post.

house rules via Uncharted Odyssey

I love these (wall vinyl, or paint, or stickers???) house rules.

Here are some pretty pale pink roses (via here).  They look so pretty. I am looking forward to the long weekend which will hopefully be full of sleep-ins, breakfasts, snuggling, morning walks, magazine reading and of course cuddles with Whitaker and Beatrice.  Brian is going out of town to a car show while my mom is going to Atlanta to an engagement party with her mother.  It will just be us three Hulsey’s. Is it YIKES, or Yaaahooo? I don’t know whether to be afraid or excited. I am going to opt for somewhere around the latter as I prefer to look forward to weekends. Plus, I know that Brian needs a weekend without us monkeys. So, it’s a yaaaahoo. I do love my weekends.  

 Hope you get to do all of the things you want to do this weekend. See you next week!

xoxo, Christy

 

This mommy-poem arrived via email today. It is spine-chillingly true in a weird sort-of-way. There must be a fly on the wall about here. A biographist he must be. This sounds exactly like a typical chain of events here in hulsey-ville.  

If You Give a Mom a Muffin

If you give a mom a muffin,
She’ll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
So she’ll pour herself some.
The coffee will get spilled by her three year old.
She’ll wipe it up.

Wiping the floor, she will find some dirty socks.
She’ll remember she has to do some laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer,
She’ll trip over some snow boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper for tonight.

She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She’ll look for her cookbook. (101 Things To Make With a Pound of
Hamburger.)
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill which is due tomorrow.
She will look for the checkbook.

The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two year old.
She’ll smell something funny.
She’ll change the two year old.
While she is changing the two year old the phone will ring. (Of course!)
Her five year old will answer it and hang up.

She remembers that she wants to phone a friend to come over for coffee on
Friday.
Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup.
She will pour herself some.
And chances are,
If she has a cup of coffee,
Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.

Written by Kathy Fictorie

Based on If You Give a Mouse a Cookie by Laura Numeroff

Photo Compliments of Ryan Jarvis Photography

Aunt Peggy (who is visiting Mom) brought these old Polaroids by this afternoon. She and Mom must have drug them out of a dusty drawer.

Wow. I have to admit, there is a resemblance between Beatrice and her mommy. This is the first time I have noticed a true kinship. Oh, it makes me smile!

Brian observed that Dad’s “mustache is bigger than his waist” in the spirit of the times.  

The bottom photo is Great Grandma West. Her name was Emmaline. She was my mother’s mother. I remember that she could cook a monster of a hoe cake. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a little cornmeal, little salt, little pepper and a bunch of grease. You can bet your bottom biscuit, it is a true delicacy.  She also snuffed Honey Bee tobacco and could watch a bobber from a cane pole like nobody else.