|Camp Rockefeller on Gus Blass Reservation, Dasmascus, Arkansas|
|My only picture of him as he went to his first middle school dance. You can *not* pose for a picture..but that doesn't mean Mom won't snap one as you walk away! You looked so handsome, btw.|
I got a basecamp (awesome software for everyone with a project!) post that the plumbing rough-in is finished on the house, and the slab has been poured. I'm sitting on pins and needles waiting for my baby to wake up from nap so I can go see it! This is when it gets exciting (for me!). I can't wait to see the wood framing go up..that's when it feels like a HOUSE! You can walk around and feel the spaces.
We went out to eat on Saturday night after church, and when Carter was bored, I decided to take him out. We were at Promenade, an outdoor mall, and I'd have plenty to show him..water fountains, flowers, music (there was a band!), etc. But Ches suggested I run into Pottery Barn to buy something for the house. I know, how sweet! (remember his love language is gifts? This is how he shows love.) I couldn't though because I have no where to put anything, it would just go to storage. And I can't really envision or feel the rooms yet.
|Isn't this lovely? Yes, I'll have a back porch! No, it won't be enclosed. No, it won't have a fireplace. I don't think. But isn't it beautiful? See..this might be why I should see the space before I decorate it in my mind. ; )|
|Kinda like the one on the right..but they don't sell it anymore. : (|
ps-I swear I'm a poet and didn't know it. I don't know HOW I happen to write about rhyming things. And some things with such alliteration. It's crazy!