Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
from my phone
We recently had the perfect summer outing. A BBQ festival that had a little for each of us. Lots of sunshine for the me, meat for mr. bejos, cold beer for us grown ups, and trains for the boy.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Project Chair, the end
This has been dragged on way to long, and for that I apologize.
I took pics of the final product almost a week ago but one silly thing has been holding me back.
I wanted to name the chair for a proper introduction.
I've been toying with "Don" because of its mid-century appeal but I don't think it is sleek enough for the Don Draper I imagine.
Yes, these are the silly things that keep my mind occupied when I am not thinking about training a new person for my job and starting a new job and....you know what I mean.
I took pics of the final product almost a week ago but one silly thing has been holding me back.
I wanted to name the chair for a proper introduction.
I've been toying with "Don" because of its mid-century appeal but I don't think it is sleek enough for the Don Draper I imagine.
Yes, these are the silly things that keep my mind occupied when I am not thinking about training a new person for my job and starting a new job and....you know what I mean.
So, without further ado, my unnamed chair
BEFORE
AFTER
Isn't he handsome? I'm sure he is blushing with that last photo (an afghan, really??), but seriously this project turned out beautifully - thanks once again to mama and papa bejos who not only spurred it on but did the work. The only problem is that I can't actually sit in the chair. Bejos boy has become a little possessive with his couch. "My couch mama, out!"
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Big Boy Hair
I caved in.
Even though he acted ready - bringing his own yellow comb, it took 3 lollipops and a seat on mama's lap to get it done.
I already miss the long shaggy do, but his hair grows fast.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Recess
I did let them out to play a bit while they were here.
...even if mama bejos ended up with a bruised hip and papa could only hang on with one hand
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