born imaginative.

We Made Frosty.

My little guy is a fan of Frosty the Snowman. He sings the song often...except the only words to the song he knows are "Frosty the Snowman".

We asked him if he wanted to build a snowman. (Believe it or not, not my top idea of fun...all that work and it's soon to melt...) His response..."Frosty the Snowman?". Sure, we agree. He's skeptical...do we have the skills to pull off a Frosty?

Out we go.

It ends up being me doing almost all the work. My husband is the world's best supervisor.

Audra was determined to play in the snow.

I don't know where Adrian was...somewhere with his John Deere tractor (It's very important, you see). He wasn't very helpful.

But he was shocked that I pulled it off.

And most happy.

Success!

He was inspected very carefully.

And then I was asked if Frosty the Snowman was going to dance around.

What? Don't you hug your snowmen?

A beauitiful site to see, although I know I'm biased.

I admit, I was a bit stalker like. I just watched my little family from outside for just a bit before I came in.

Good thing I didn't stay away long...I might have missed (yet another) rendition of the Frosty the Snowman song.

I have to say, although I'm not a fan of making snowmen (especially since his head fell off by the next morning), I am a fan of family time in the snow. Thankful we live in Maine.

Playroom-painted.

It is supposed to be a dining room. However, with an eat in kitchen, I figured a better use for that attached dining room space would be a play zone. It has really worked out well for my little ones who never want to be far from mama.

I have already shared with you our play thrifted/homdmde kitchen set here.

I've shared our re-done built in china cabinet that contains anything but china here.

I'm proud to announce that painting is DONE in this room! Wahoo! It may seem like no big deal...slap a coat of paint and call it done. But...it feels like anything but. There's that lovely wallpaper, you see. Remember when I told you about that? Three coats of paint. And of course, with kids who hardly sleep at the same time, I can't do the whole shabang in one sitting. I *tried* to do one coat on one wall a day. You now see why I feel a bit triumphant with the completion.

Here's the before...

And here's the now...

My poor husband decided to exercise in this room.

He jumped up and smacked his noggin on the light...shredding it to pieces.
He felt so bad, but I just said it was another DIY project to add on the list.

There are (of course) some things my dad made in this room.

(That's my 'papa' there. He was a muskellunge fishing guide on the St. Lawrence River.)

And perhaps your eyes wandered to these large french doors. That's an entrance to our three seasoned porch.

I'll have to show you out there sometime.

And this is the view outside from the room.

Can you spy the train?

I do love these radiators.

And this was what the last corner of the room looked like when I was taking pictures for you. That's my hoosier...my former baking station. I miss baking with it, but there's just no room in the kitchen.

By nightfall, it did look a bit more presentable. It's going to have my paper craft stuff...and I have another space for my sewing stuff in mind...all in time.

There's also our 'workboxes'...a system I've been doing with Adrian to keep me organized and make sure I actually do finish what I set out to accomplish with him in a day.

I still need to figure out art work and better choose what will be displayed here and there in this room. Right now, it's coming together, although not yet 'done'.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed the tour.

Hopefully there will be more rooms ready soon!

You know when you've been painting too much...

When your two year old's major form of self entertainment is pretending to paint everything. For almost an hour. I don't even paint when he's awake the majority of the time, but he notices what I've done while he's been sleeping. Bless his little heart.

I also know I've been painting too much, as I have quite a few pictures of our sweet girl I haven't shared. Here's a few...more to come.

Although I've been painting more than I ever desired to paint as of late, it's the faces of my two little kangaroos, not the progress of this house, that I fall asleep dreaming about.

My dreams are just a little extra sweeter thinking of all the fun and growing they'll do in this farmhouse. Pictures of these painted spaces are coming your way, I promise.

Quilt 80

Quilt 80~2005~Twin Size

Surprise!

We started with 11 hand me down hens a year and a half ago. I was afraid the wildlife would devour the chickens at our old house in the woods, so I did not want to invest a lot of cash. We were gifted some older girls, most with great demeanors. Since I did scare off a full size bear at the coop door one night, a hawk was the only predator who got lucky. I declared ourselves successful chicken farmers and was going to buy chicks last year. I changed my mind after thinking about having 2 kids under the age of two with a family of baby chicks. Good thing...I didn't know we would be moving with two little ones as well.

Fast forward to today, we have only 2 lone chickens left. Not laying, so I just ordered a bunch of baby chicks from the farm store. I went to feed the girls this morning and only found one. Oh no, I thought. I figured I knew what was in store. I prepared myself to have the wind knocked out of me again from finding a dead chicken (so not the glamorous part of raising chickens). I found our barred rock behind a wooden boat, hunkered down behind an empty window pane. I poked her and she moved. I was thinking she was on her way out. But then she moved, and I found this:

Squee!!! I went to find my little farmer...he hasn't collected eggs in some time. We live in Maine..so coats aren't required if the temperature is over 25 degrees. Thick skin we have grown.