Blueberry time!

We spent the afternoon at the Wilton Blueberry Farm, it is gorgeous and has acres and acres of high bush blueberry plants.  It was so fun!
Isabelle got tired of picking up high, so she found a little shady spot where there were berries down low, Im pretty sure she was eating as many as she was picking. 

 The fruits of our labor.  We picked 10 lbs of blueberries, they will taste yummy this winter! and in the pie I am going to make tonight too!


I Survived!

We take our canoeing very seriously

Girls Camp.....Check

Cute Painted Toes......Check
Another successful Kayak trip.....Check

Back to renovations on the house.....Catch you all later


Rain, Rain...

Go away, come again another day.... Little Isabelle wants to play

ahhh, heck, lets just take the clothes of and go run in the rain anyway!

I am off to Girls Camp (with a group of 15 girls! yikes), Send your kind thoughts and sympathies to my poor husband, whom I am abandoning for the week with a half gutted house and our toddler and her potty training maddness! It should be a fun week ;)



Ok, ok...so I have totally neglected my blog for the past month and a half. Let me give you all an update as to the crazyness of our lives right now. 

Mom had major neck surgery the June 6th. Recovery has been a bit slower this time around, but we have all be able to get a good laugh out of her minnie mouse voice :) Its only temporary. 

Grampa Lish passed away June 9th.  Even with an understanding of a greater plan in this life. The loss has affected more than I thought. 


I got my garden in...late but in!

Jim finished the school year and started with
 his summer transition program. 

I swear Isabelle has grown 4 inches this summer so far. All this warm sunshine and rain apparently has the same effect on 2 year olds as it does the weeds in my Garden. 
We have started a few projects around the house. 

Project 1.We made a play area for the house and slide for Isabelle

Project 2. We have NO insulation...I mean NONE. so, we are tearing down the walls re-building the wall (since they are only about 3 inches thick) and putting in some lovely insulation and then sheet rocking it back up. 

This is my living room.... minus plaster and a few lathes. We are finding that this house is built like a barn....

Ponder this....

You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act. 
 Barbara Hall, A Summons to New Orleans, 2000