Sunday- the Day of Rest?

Not in this house. Well, maybe for Doug. I don't begrudge him this as he works all week & I stay home with Brenna, eat bon-bons and watch soap operas. LOL

We have a lunch date with Doug's grandmother. She is a member of The Loyal Order of the Moose and comes to Des Moines every 6 months for the state meeting. It ends Sunday we have a noon breakfast at IHOP before she goes home. This is the grandmother that calls Brenna "Breena" (long EEEEE sound). And, as much as she has been corrected, it doesn't change. So we joke about it before hand and take bets on how many times she will say it wrong.

Today I am also attempting to turn an ordinary Radio Flyer Pathfinder wagon into a carriage built for royalty. The Iowa Renaissance Festival is fast approaching and, as we dress for the occasion, we can't have Brenna riding in something so ordinary as a plain wagon. Upholstry fabric, tulle, beads and a parasol... that should do it.

I am also working on her birthday cards. I have chosen the perfect quote from Peter Pan:

When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces,
and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
- Sir James Matthew Barrie, Peter Pan

Perfect, isn't it? I love it. The cards themselves will be decorated with fairies and other fancies. Her cake will be a fairy, as well. Kind of like this Barbie cake... but with faerie wings.



Ahhh, what else? Laundry... as usual. Hopefully an evening bike ride. And my continuous goal: to learn Gaelic. I told Doug quite a while back that I wanted to speak some Gaelic before we went to Ireland. I need to get on that.