Tuesday, July 14, 2009

From Her Nest to Mine

My new pal Jen, of Cottage Nest fame, came all the way up to the boonies last week to visit little ol' me! I know. I still can't believe it.

I also got to meet her precious, polite Sweet Girl, who happily caroused outdoors with Calvin for the day.

They did a little sidewalk painting...

Which quickly morphed into "Let's make a river!"

I'm positive this was inspired by Calvin, he being king of planets, storms and large bodies of water.

Ruby did her thing, too, but acted a little shy for most of the day.

After painting, we retired under the shade tree, where I spilled most of my melted orange ice pop onto my shirt and wore it around for the rest of the day. It was during this time that Jen notified me that Ruby was walking down the lane, straight for the road. What can I say? I was in the presence of my new decorating kindred spirit and guaranteed lifelong friend. I had a lot to learn! I apparently couldn't be bothered to ensure the general safety of my little people, or even to employ the fundamental etiquette that results in shirts that are not streaked with orange ice pop.

For lunch we had The Fun Salad (I'm on it, Jen!) for the big girls and peanut butter sandwiches for the young'uns. Emma discovered that she does, indeed, like Ranier cherries. As far as I'm concerned, this is a significant rite of passage, one that guarantees "Foodie" status in years to come. I secretly hope she'll always remember us when she eats one from this moment on.

We headed out for some lightening-speed blueberry picking, but not before I bent Jen's ear regarding some of my design dilemma's for Silas' room. (Needless to say, she came through with some fantastic ideas! Stay tuned...)

Then, they left us. Something about they couldn't stay in the boonies forever, they actually had a regular life in a kinda Big city with other people who might miss them if they didn't return.

Until next time, I have this fantastic gift to remember them by. (How does she know me so well?)

And, until earlier today, I had these. How alarming is it that I alone ate every solitary lemon bar that was left? And really, how does she know me so well?