Burrowing in my 'studio'

I don't know if you have noticed but I have been a little busy....a little absent.

The reason?

I am totally not avoiding anyone, I wish I could get around every day but I am up to my eye balls in projects.

Above is one custom order completed, yay!

Two more are on the go and an order for three came through with the deposit today.

When this happens I disappear into my studio (aka my dining room floor and table) every spare moment I get. However between the kids, the house and my need for more sleep than ever the moments are fleeting.

I try to steal them when Dave walks through the door or when he is getting the kids cleaned up from dinner.

For a few days I had all my canvas and paints on the floor and was sitting cross cross legged with kids hanging off trying to get them prepped.

After Kaitlyn got into wet paint and did a nice little black footprint and purple hand print dance all over the floor (for which she was so proud) I cleaned off the table and moved up.

Controlled mess is what we are after here. Although the foot prints were quite cute.

I have made the request that when I get my proper studio built in our new house that I get cement floors so we can splatter and paint all we want.

I am tired of freaking out over paint on clothes, walls, floors and bodies.

During the days though I am finding it rather hard to find moments to paint. I tried one afternoon to get a moment by  plopping them in front of the TV and begging them to watch it.  But they they would rather be doing whatever I am doing.

So to avoid the temptation of the paints and to get some time out we head out.

For milkshakes....

and coffee.

My cup this day....I could have written it. Then again reading it was a good reminder to me as well. Kinda like a slap upside the head that day.

Anyway...about writing it.... I am definitely not that eloquent with my speech nor with my type. I am reminded of this every time I reread a post the next day. I am such a dim whit when it comes to putting words together I am surprised and flattered when any of you come back....and I hope it is not to laugh at my poor grammar.

Surprisingly I actually did really well in English class in high school and even tutored ESL students for a few years. I just seem to have forgotten everything in the last 10 years.

Dave says the problem is that I try to type what I see in my brain and somewhere the connection gets lost.

Nice guy.

But he is totally right!  Hallmark seems to say so well what I wish I could and then when I get around to reading other blogs I feel like crawling under a rock. Some of you really have a way with words and I wish you could come translate from my brain what I wish I could say.

Does that make any sense?

See what I mean!

Anyway the coffee was good. Decaf and loaded with extra caramel drizzle for the kids to scoop off with their stir sticks. Mmmmm.

Now I just got the chills, for real.

It is so blasted cold out there. 

On the nicest day in weeks we headed out to play in the snow.

It really did not go over well.

Kaitlyn lasted about three minutes before announcing she was done and would go in and watch from the  front door window. 

And we followed her in.

Poor kids are as wussy as I am when it come to the cold.

Oh, I almost forgot, I had a story to share.

I have to document it so I don't forget it.

The other night Kaitlyn and Ethan were measuring things around the living room. Ethan was announcing that everything was "2" and Kaitlyn was sure it was "18".

She then turned to Dave and stretched her tape as wide as she could and said, "daddy, I want to measure how funny you are."

I nearly died.