Johnny Turns 7

My first baby turned 7 at 6:42 this morning. I wasn't as upset as I thought I'd be.  Although I did tell my mom, or maybe it was my bestie to shut up when they pointed it out as I lit candles on his cake this afternoon. Today was also his last day of 1st grade. They grow up so darn fast.

Johnny wanted a Seattle Seahawks birthday party this year. Seeing as how they are the Superbowl Champions and I grew up in Seattle and they are the closest NFL team to our location and that we are just huge Seahawks fans anyways (even when they sucked), I said ok. The theme went as far as his invitations and the shirt he chose to wear today. Although I did make a football field cake.

Johnnhy talked me into inviting all the boys in his class over after school. Thank goodness only 5 of them were able to come. But I learned something. Seven year old boys in a group will entertain themselves. Also, if you ask if they are hungry, they will say no, but if you tell them you have pizza, they will run you over. And 6 first and second graders can drink a gallon and a half of Kool Aid in less than an hour.

Tomorrow we will have a family BBQ for the aunts and uncles and close family friends (read my bestie and her three kids who weren't invited to all boys party). Since it will be a Saturday, I will be writing another installment of "Saturdays in Redneckville" Sunday afternoon or Monday Monring (smart money is on Monday after the company and the hangovers are gone).

If you don't want to see a bunch of pictures of my son's party, stop here and come back later, otherwise, here are a bunch of pictures of my son and 5 little boys whose faces you can't see. Oh, and a close up of the letter T on Johnny's birthday cake for the Motherhood{honestly} June Photo Challange.

Lily doesn't know it's already busted and completely empty.

One Year Later

I cannot believe it has been just over a year since I last posted. There are a couple of reasons for that. My husband will tell you I pick up hobbies for about a year and then I drop those hobbies and come back to them later. That is only part of what happened. Shortly after my last post, I started DBT therapy for my BPD. (More on that later.) I have also gained a best friend, seen my first born through 1st grade, and gotten marginally better on this housework thing.

I decided a couple months ago I needed to start writing again. But, as usual, life got busy and between turning 29 , enjoying the Sun, and planning my son's 7th birthday party, I just never sat down to do it.

So, I'm coming back, and to make it easy on myself, my first month I am participating in a daily photo challenge over at Motherhood {honestly}. Jamie is pretty awesome. And she lives in North Idaho, so that's a plus. And while she's a little bit liberal for me sometimes, what is the world without diversity? So you should definitely check her out, and see what everyone else is posting for their pictures.

Here is the daily challenge list

and here are my first 5 photos:

Summer Selfie

Favorite

Something Green

Present

Organized

Great Skirt Wrap UP.

So.

Wearing skirts for 30 days isn't that bad. Except that I only have 6 skirts. So I had to really keep up on laundry to keep it up.

Larch noticed. His only reaction was to tell me I was turning into my mother. Not a bad thing I guess. Also, I told him that most of the skirts I wore, were not in a style that my mom would wear.

I didn't make it the full thirty days. I only went 25 days. Because I didn't keep up on the laundry.

When I went back to jeans, no one seemed to care. Although S, my brother in law B's girfriend, did all the sudden realize I had been wearing only skirts for "awhile."

The most noteworthy things I learned are:

1. You always feel feminine and pretty when wearing a skirt. Even if it's with a sweatshirt and you have no make up and might have forgotten to brush your hair.

and

2. Skirt, longer ones anyaways, make it much easier to hide that extra weight you don't want anyone to notice.

The Great Skirt Experiment: Day 3

We spent the weekend at my sister-in-law, E's house. The first batch of 2013 beer was ready to bottle, and the second is now brewing.

Brewmaster Larch

I let E know what I was doing, since she doesn't see me regularly enough to catch on. I'm not sure if Larch has caught on yet or not. On Friday, I realized I didn't have enough skirts to really pull this off, so I went to Ross and bought myself three new skirt, a dress, and sandals. Since Larch knew this, I think he might just assume I am really excited about my new clothes and want to wear them all right away.

When I wore my new strapless maxi dress today, he asked if I was going hippie on him. But all in all he has liked all of my new outfits.

I am really loving that I feel feminine and pretty, even when I'm just playing board games in the yard, getting a massive sunburn.

The Great Skirt Experiment

I'm starting an experiment today.

Growing up my mom never wore pants, she only wore skirts or dresses. She did, for a period of time, wear a pair of overalls when she gardened. This last Christmas, she bought a pair of jeans because everybody else was wearing jeans for family pictures and so my kids have not experienced Grandmama in only skirts.

While I was deciding what my style is going to be this summer, since I'm no longer ashamed of my weight, I started buying and making boho skirts. I figure they will provide a nice but casual look and will allow me the comfort of shorts without blinding my friends with my pale skin.

Starting today I am NOT going to wear jeans or pants for a month. I am also, not going to tell anyone of my intentions, except, obviously, for you my dear readers. 

Johnny doesn't think I can do it. I want to go camping for Mother's Day and he thinks you have to wear jeans when you go camping. Every memory I have of camping as a child, my mother wore denim skirts, not jeans. 

The experiment part is seeing how long it takes the people in my daily life, my husband, my brothers-in-law, friends I see regularly, etc, to notice that I haven't been wearing pants . Also, when I start wearing jeans again, I want to see thier reaction, if they have one. 

These are the things that come from being a bored stay at home mom with very little social life