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At Least My Shutter Finger is Happy

I’ve been taking oodles and oodles of pictures this summer for all those scrapbooks that never get made and all those blog posts that are never written. I’ve also been…

…collecting swag of my own. Oh, yes, I’ve been reading posts from those of you who attended the BlogHer conference in NYC and received so much swag that you had to ship boxes of it home, you poor things. This awesome water bottle was won by me after I participated in the summer reading program at our library, for which I read two Robert B. Parker books. Reading about Jesse Stone is no chore, y’all.

…baking a cake for my little Emmy’s birthday. She’s three! We haven’t been working very hard on potty-training her, but after she turned three, she trained herself. She is now a proud fairy-panties wearer. Fairies as in Tinker Bell, people.

…making decorations and posters for Vacation Bible School and…

…rewriting scripts, organizing volunteers, learning songs, and doing skits, all those jobs that come along with being the director of Vacation Bible School. Our VBS rocked, if I do say so myself!

…getting a make-over from my children. My sister was in from California, making me wish once again that she lived closer to us.

All this, and going to the pool, entertaining out-of-town guests, attending my little sister’s art show…so much to write, so little time!

What’s been taking up your time this summer?

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Grandma’s Little Doll Bed

As I was looking through my reader this morning, I saw an adorable heirloom rocking chair at Mommy’s Piggy Tales. Janna asks at the end of her post, “Do you own anything that has been in the family more than 50 or even 100 years? Please share!”

When my maternal grandma was a little girl, her uncle made her a bed for her dolls. She was born in 1918, and I’m not sure how old she was when she received her doll bed. But I think this bed must be about 90 years old. My mom gave it to Lily for Christmas in 2006, when Lily was two years old. Mom also made a little doll quilt for the bed, which matched the crib quilt Mom made for Lily when she was born.

I’m sure this bed only has sentimental value, and it is in my daughter’s bedroom right now. Do you have an heirloom hanging around your house? Where did it come from, and why is it precious to you?