So, we need to paint our kitchen. My husband is a wonderful man. He makes enough money that I can stay home and be a mom, he plucks my eyebrows, and he takes me out to dinner when his car turns over 200,000 miles but sometimes it's really annoying that he has an opinion. About everything. I'm going to just keep it simple and paint my kitchen a warm beige color that flows with the rest of the house (actual color name: adobe beige) but when I show John the color sample, he hesitates. Now, most of you ladies are going to think I'm a little big crazy but I said, "Why don't you go to the paint store and pick out something you like." And he did. Sweet Butter. We started painting in the pantry because it's such a horrible room to paint and I must say that I liked the color. Unfortunately when we started to paint the kitchen which is a room where there is actual light, Sweet Butter turned out to look just like crappy-color-that-the-kitchen-already-is (that's not an actual Benjamin Moore color by the way) so now I need to head back to the paint store and tweak Sweet Butter a little. I'll keep you posted....
Saturday night we had a family get-together to visit with Uncle Jim, his girlfriend Emma (who, by the way, is a beautiful southern gal both inside and out), and his daughter Terri. What a hoot! Uncle Jim is 94 years-old and if I ever get to be 94, I hope I'm just like him. Edie had a wonderful idea of tape recording everyone's memories of Uncle Jim and then having him talk a little about himself. He had some wonderful stories; my favorite being the one about him and Tante Annie getting caught by her father in the carriage where they went to "talk and smooch".
On Sunday we went to Brooklyn's "family" (it's so nice to be included as family even when you aren't technically family) birthday party. Happy 6th Birthday Brooklyn!
Since I don't have any before/after pictures of my kitchen to show you, here are some pictures of my adorable children that we took after church yesterday.