Making smoothies for that Bald Kid again.
New treasures from a far, far awayland–more on that later.
One incredibly inspiring book–and I’m not kidding. I have a whole pack of Post-it notes used up on the pages I want to make something from. Love it.
Mini daffodils that I’ve simply fallen in love with. Seriously, they’re the size of crocus! I think I’ll go back and get a billion more.
Ancient marble antique store find–right in my mother’s childhood hometown. She was a neighborhood champ so I can’t help but wonder if she ever came near any of these very old, very lovely things.
A big, old bag of pop tops that I’m collecting and saving and storing and stashing until somebody tells me what the heck I’m suppose to do with them. Any ideas?
Ipad games with Uncle Nate.
What makes you smile?
“May we pause to listen, for a child is capable of speaking great and marvelous things.”
~Rosemary M. Wixom
For our last doTERRA Class–”Emergency Preparedness with Essential Oils” I wanted to make something that everyone could take home with them. You know, something they could actually put in their 72 hour kit that would be wonderful and useful someday.
So, I took Melaleuca, Lemon and Lavender Essential Oils, a bit of organic bees wax–from HERE and some natural coconut oil–from HERE and blended them all together. It turned into a luscious, creamy antiseptic salve…quite magically.
Simple and easy. Perfectly natural. Completely good for you. Sheesh–what can’t you do with these lovely little oils, I ask you?
Feels pretty darn good to crank out this stuff and know that I can take care of so many of my family’s health concerns, right here at home.
My cute little boy started his journey home from Novosibirsk, Russia about two inches over on that map–so, right above Kazakhstan. But when we found out that we could actually watch the flight progression he had already landed in Moscow after a 4-1/4 hour flight.
Poor guy had to hang out in the Moscow airport for 5-1/2 hours before catching the next 10-1/2 hour flight…
to New York…
and more importantly—the first American soil he’s touched in 2 years. There he had a 3-1/2 hour layover which gave him just enough time to find a Wendy’s. What did he order?
The Baconator, of course! American fast food…in all it’s glory. Heh, heh, heh.
So, now–please try to picture all the last minute work I really should be doing in the few final hours before the Bald Kid actually gets home.
But am I doing it?
No. No, I wasn’t. I was sitting by the computer….
pushing the refresh button every 39 seconds.
Give. Me. My. BOY!
Yeah. It’s a mama thing.