Playing Catch Up

It was my intention to write a new post every day last week. That did not happen since staying at my parents' house is like taking a trip to the pioneer days when it comes to internet connection. Since it takes a good thirty minutes to load a web page there, I decided to save all stories and photos for when I came home. So now we are back after an activity packed week in Knoxville. Luckily, I had the foresight to sign Loulie up for a three hour a day camp this week which has allowed me to catch up on cleaning, yard work and sales calls. You can probably guess that the over 100 temperatures have left Bert and the ice business overworked. We missed him a ton last week and are so happy to all be back under one roof even if it means only seeing him a few minutes here and there.
I finished two books last week that were so amazing and have lots of pictures to share but for now I'll be brief and post on our fourth celebration later.

In the meantime, what do I do with this child? We have more drama over here than on SoapNet. In just a few weeks, she has aged from 2.5 to 25 years old. My mother bought her that horse pocketbook. She hasn't left the house without it, her new orange boat shoes, her lipstick on, a watch and/or one of her new necklaces. So many times throughout the day I get a glimpse of what life might be like when she is a teenager. One thing about raising a girl--they are emotional! One minute she is my shadow and the next she is breaking into tears and slamming her bedroom door. (See?--teenage girl.) Our scale begins at 1 being "I want to be just like you" copying my every move to 10 being a "I TOLD you I want my daddy" (with emphatic hand gestures). If this is what I am dealing with at 2.5, what will it be at 13? I don't know. But I have been looking at houses on the market with carriages houses or at least a mother in law sweet, for me that is. The trade off to all this drama is also having the sweetest, snuggling side kick that just so happens to love all the things I do and tells me daily that her favorite part of the day was "being with mama." I'll take it, drama and all. 


I'll stop there since I am sweltering in our 89 degree upstairs. The AC is out so I am selling 200 sq ft ice machines out of an office that feels like the inside of an oven. Bert has fixed two ACs this week for friends but has told me ours is beyond repair. Ironic? I think so. 
Stay cool friends! XOXO!