Trek

A few weeks ago a sweet, little ole man (*Brother O) came to our door and begged entrance to our home, which Mister and I granted. He sat in our living room and was so sweet talking about small, insignificant things.With1 sentence, this sweet, little ole man turned near evil. He said something like, "We've had a Ma and Pa need to step down from **Trek and we'd like you to go in their place." (Confused about the "Brother" thing, see * below. If you don't know what Trek is, see ** below.) Mister and I looked at each other and agreed if we could get work off, we'd go. This man then told us we had just 4 weeks until Trek and if we couldn't go to let him know as soon as absolutely possible so he could ask someone else - though he had no idea who'd he'd ask. Trying not to let the guilt get to us, Mister and knew we'd be able to get work off. The next day Mister call this man (Brother O) and told him we could go.

Over the next four short weeks, Mister and started walking as often as possible to prepare. Time went too fast and before we knew it, we were on the bus heading to the Trek location with our "kids." Mister and I, along with 2 other couples, were in charge of 28ish kids from 13 yrs to 18 yrs. Each Ma & Pa had 7 to 9 kids. Since this was a ***stake outing, there were 9 (I think) wards, each ranging from 7 kids to 40 - so there were a lot of kids. Each 'family' had their own handcart which carried two 5 gallon drink coolers of water, a water bottle for everyone, a first aide kit and other essentials. Tents, sleeping bags, clothes, etc. were at the camp site. No electronic were allowed, with the exception of kids who brought a camera (camera only, not a phone camera) and adults. Adults could have their phones, though there was no reception, it was nice to be able to take pictures with my phone.

Day 1: Monday, Jun 24. Three buses loaded with kids and adults dressed in pioneer era clothing departed at 7AM and drove a couple of hours to the location. We got off the buses, walked a short distance to acquire our handcarts and we started walking.  

 We walked about 3 miles to our camp location, stopping around noon to eat our sack lunches we brought with us. There was a nice cool breeze for most of the day which helped with the heat. At camp, we located our tent and got to work pitching tents and setting up our sleeping arrangements.

We had a couple of hours where we broke off into groups and played pioneer games, knife/ax throwing, tug of war, butter making, and a stick pull. Fun was had by all!

Then we walked maybe 200 yards to the food location where dinner was served. It was a hardy beef stew with rolls, salad, a cookie and a yummy, sweet peach beverage. All of our meals were catered by a local company which really took a burden off the leaders and all of the food was quite tasty. 

After dinner there was a "rescue" fireside which was quite a hike away. I opted not to go, but everyone else went. There were several speakers that told stories of specific pioneers, many from their own heritage and stories of rescues that had to take place, many of which took place in the dead of winter. As soon as everyone got back to camp, it was lights out. 

 

Day 2: Tuesday, Jun 25. The morning dawned early and chilly - though the chill didn't last long - and overcast but not humid. This was awesome because not having direct sunlight made it cooler. Everyone was sent to breakfast of pancakes, eggs, ham, milk and juice. While there, we picked up our sack lunches which consisted of a ham or turkey sandwich, a bag of chips, a cookie, and a can of lemonade. After breakfast, we filled up the water coolers with a big chunk of ice and water. Because we had less stuff on this day, our 3 families decided to combine into 2 handcarts thus providing less pushing/pulling for everyone and longer brakes from pushing/pulling. The idea was genius! Once we were ready, we set off. 

This morning, however, the leaders took the men and boys away and the women and girls pulled/pushed alone. This is called the Women's Pull. This is done to symbolize the many families who had to be separated for whatever reason (death, illness, etc.) from the men in their families. The Women's Pull started out not too bad. An incline on a well driven road. Then we went off road to the trail. Again, not too bad. A little bumpy and a bit steeper, but doable. And then Hell started. We looked up to see an incredibly steep (albeit fairly short) and very rocky and bumpy hill and saw the men and boys standing on the sides of the trail, hats in hand. Our families did terrific as they pushed and pulled our carts up this hill. They didn't stop and made it to the top almost with ease. I, on the other hand, did not touch the handcart and was sucking air wondering how in the crap I was going to make it. By some miracle, I did make it to the top, my chest heaving, my calves and shins burning and screaming in pain! 

At the top of this rise it leveled out enough where we could park the handcarts and take a good, long break. It was at this time that one of the main leaders (President W.) advised me that a girl with special needs and possibly another girl were going back to camp and not completing the rest of the days trek. He said there was another brother at camp to keep an eye on things while everyone was gone and asked if I could go back as well so that the girls wouldn't be alone with the man. Not that there was a worry - but it's safer for everyone involved. In hindsight, I'm sure Pres. W was confident I wouldn't make it through the day. I agreed and while a part of me was relieved because I was hurting and worried about making it through, it was really tough seeing my 2 girls and husband go on without me. I knew it was going to be hard. I knew they were  going to struggle. But I also wanted to be with them. I don't know. It's hard to explain. 

Two and a half hours earlier than expected, the handcart company arrived back at camp - hot, hungry, tired to the bone. Talking to Mister, he explained how hard and awful the day actually was. He said it was 2 more miles of very steep, uphill filled with rocks and holes. Two more miles of the handcart jolting and slipping off rocks. Two more miles of stopping every 8 to 10 minutes for quick 2 minute drink breaks. Two miles of the most difficult thing many people have ever done. Finally, finally they reached the rise and it leveled some and they stopped for their lunch and an extended break. Too soon, they continued on around the mountain and made their way back to camp, crossing a creek along the way. 

The men all carried the women and girls across the water. This represented the many rivers the pioneers crossed before bridges were built. Sometimes the water was so cold there was ice chunks floating along. The day for our "pioneers" was grueling.  

That night, we had a yummy dinner of barbeque chicken, fried potatoes, salad, a cookie and the same peach drink. After dinner there was dancing and hanging out as a whole group. President J spoke a little bit and asked, "In one word, describe Trek." Some responses were, "hard, hot, interesting, eye-opening, humbling." Then he asked, "In one work, describe the women's pull." Some responses were, "hard-to-watch, inspiring, extreme, wow." My favorite, "guilty." The young man who said that felt guilty that he couldn't help us. That warmed my heart. I expected the boys to snicker at us 'weak' ones, to maybe joke with us about how nice it was to be on the side. Not one said a word as we worked and struggled to make it up that hill. In fact, several boys and men had tears in their eyes, on their faces. It affected them. It was kind of amazing! After this discussion, we sat together was a ward and talked about Trek so far. More of the same was shared. Then some kids sat with a few leaders and played a game and others hung out in their tents until it was lights out.

Day 3, Wednesday Jun 26, mine and Mister's 20th wedding anniversary: It wasn't quite as cold this morning at it was the day before. We hurried to get dressed, rush to breakfast so we could be one of the first one to take down our tents. There was limited room on the trailer for tents and stuff and whatever didn't fit would have to be taken on the handcarts. We wanted to be one of the first to get our stuff packed up so we wouldn't have to take anything extra on the handcarts. Breakfast consisted of biscuits, gravy, sausage, milk and juice. 

It didn't take long to get everything packed and before we knew it, we were off. We had no clouds or breeze this day and it was pretty dang warm. Around 11:00 we finally got a breeze - which was welcomed! This day, we had 3 handcarts but I didn't mind because we were just going back the way we came, right? Wrong! We started out going back the way we came, but we turned. We trekked up the former women's pull or Rattlesnake Ridge. They warned us to look all around a rock before we sat on it and to be on the lookout for snakes. OK, I have a serious problem with that. Snakes? Um, excuse me? That does NOT sit well with me - at all. I am not ok with this. I did however, hope with everything that I could be bitten by one so I wouldn't have to finish Trek. I've read up on rattlesnake bites and I know that it's rare for an adult to die from a bite if they're given the anti venom - which all hospitals have. I didn't even hear one, much less see one. So I kept putting one foot in front of the other and it was hard - so very hard! 

This trail wasn't near as rocky and not quite as steep as the trail the day before but it was so dang long. I was close to the top when I looked up and saw Noodle walking toward me with my water bottle in her hand and I nearly broke down. She walked down to meet me and then she'd have to walk back up - I felt blessed she would make such a journey for me. Together, we walked the last bit to the top and met up with Mister and eventually the rest of our trek family. When I looked at what was to come I nearly cried. We had 3 more hills - actually I'd call them gullies. Really steep up, really steep down but short. Would this never end? Again, taking one step at a time, drinking as much as possible, we continued on. Trying to get the handcarts down those steep slopes was nearly as difficult as getting them up. 

Finally we made it to a meadow. It was grassy and there was an easy decline. However the soil was damp and clearly cows had recently walked through when it was muddy because there were deep hoof prints. We had to really be careful not to twist an ankle. Here they stopped us and handed a blindfold to each of the youth. This represented the fact that many had no idea where they were going - they were just going west in search of something better. The adults guided the kids with voice commands. We did pretty good and it didn't last long. Then we went over a slight rise and we saw the buses and knew we'd reached the end. I did cry then! There was a tasty lunch spread set up of barbecue beef sandwiches, potato salad, a cookie and the peach drink. We ate, loaded up the buses, counted to make sure we had everyone and started for home. 

We got to the church parking lot, unloaded the buses and the trailer, the kids retrieved their belongings, found their parents and left. During 3 days of Trek, 15 miles of walking, pushing, pulling, sweating the only complaint I heard was in my own head. That's right. I did not hear anyone complain. I heard several times how hard it was, but I don't consider that a complaint, it's just stating a fact. We have amazing youth. They, we, can do hard things. We can endure to the end.

Finally, we (Mister, me and our girls) were home and it was glorious! We unloaded our vehicle and hung out tiredly for a little bit before we showered. Oh, my, that was such an amazing shower. It felt so good to be clean! And home! With flushing toilets! In our own bed!

The next morning met us with stiff and sore muscles. So stiff and sore I could hardly climb our stairs. So stiff and sore I limped when I walked. So stiff and sore, I called and asked someone to work for me because I wasn't sure I could make it in. The day found us grateful for the experience. Grateful we made it. Grateful for the sacrifices made on our behalf. Grateful for our amazing girls who endured and never complained. Humbled. Feeling more blessed than we already did. 

The day left me reflecting on much of Trek. I barely touched the handcart, much less helped push and pull it. Mister, however, never stopped helping, except for a short time on Day 2. He took his turn helping then he took my turn so I wouldn't have to - because he knew I couldn't. That really humbled me. That really touched me deep. A few days after Trek, we had a Family Home Evening where we talked about Trek. (Our son was able to go on a Trek 4 years ago, though it was different location. He was supposed to go with us on this one, but he hurt his foot and was unable to go.) We talked about the best thing, the worst, our favorite thing, etc. Toward the end, I talked about how Mister sacrificed so much so that I didn't have to help. I then said to them, "When looking for a spouse, look for one who will pull/push your handcart when you can't." And then I gave Mister a framed picture of a handcart. It was really special.

 

Would I do Trek again? If I was in better shape, absolutely!

* In our church many people call others 'Brother' Smith or 'Sister' Jones as a way of addressing someone. It kinda takes the place of Mr. and Mrs.

** Trek is a reenactment of the pioneers of the mid 1800's who traveled hundreds of miles across the planes to settle the West. Some traveled by wagon, but some pushed and pulled a handcart. By participating in Trek, youth as well as leaders, gain an appreciation of the sacrifices made for us.

*** Our church congregation is called a Ward. Each ward has an organization specifically for children 3 - 11, youth ages 12 - 18, and adults. There is a nursery for kids 18 months to 3. Several wards together are called a Stake.

Back To School

After one of the most laid back summers we have ever had, the kids went back to school yesterday. We spent most of Thursday school hopping to get them ready.

First we went to Noodle's school so she could get her schedule and set up her locker. We were hoping by doing this we could by-pass her Back to School night. No such luck. We got her schedule, set up her locker and then we were off - only to return a few hours later.

Then the kids and I met with Buddy's school counselor and she showed us (most importantly, Buddy) where all of his classes are and we were able to meet several of his teachers. That was nice for him. To be able to see the school, his classes with a much smaller group. He didn't like it and barely spoke, but we made it through.


From there we stopped to the kids could get some fro-yo and then dropped Lew off at Bret's office so he could take her to Back to School night at her school. Buddy and Noodle went with me for a quick dash to Wal-Mart.



See the lighted chandelier? Crazy!

I dropped Buddy off at home with instructions to start dinner and I took Noodle back to school for Back to School night - so she could meet her teachers and find out if there is anything else she needs for school. We made sure her lighted chandelier is working properly and that everything (her locker shelf, mirror, white board, markers, trash can, animal crackers, Dr. Pepper) in her locker was all set. Finally we were able to go home.

It was a crazy day.

You can tell who's not in the best mood!

Sunday night, Buddy had a bit of anxiety, but went to sleep fairly well. Monday morning came - too early imho, and everyone got ready for the big day. We took pics and Bret was able to walk Buddy (across the street) to school. They parted ways at the front door of the school and Buddy went into class. On his lunch break, he called, Bret, my mom and me. Poor guy. When he got home, he rushed to give me a solid hug. He didn't cry (which surprised me) but it was obvious that it wasn't an easy day for him. He said it was really different and scary. I'm so glad that he recognized it wasn't bad, it was just different. A change. But dang. My heart hurt for him. I just wanted to cry for him. I just want to do it for him. I just want some things to be easy for him. I fear he will struggle his entire life. And I just want there to be enough good that he can get through the bad. I just want him to see the good. Realize there are worse things, people in worse shape, etc. But oh how my heart aches for him.

Noodle, of course, had a terrific day! She said it was as if she'd never had a summer break. Everything was the same. Guess junior high has lost some of it's luster. Last year she had so many classes with so many familiar faces. Apparently there are more options for 8th graders because she has hardly any classes with friends - which is good because it gives her the opportunity to make new (and I hope) better friends. She has friends and she's a likable girl, she just longs for that one. Ya know? That one who is her bestie. That one that is there no matter what. That one she calls/texts everything to. That one. I remember wanting that as well. While I had some great friends it took me 30 years to find that one. (not including my husband). And several years after that to find another. Don't get me wrong. I had friends through school. And my freshman year, I had that one. And I had another one my junior year and sorta my senior year. And today, I barely keep up with them through FB and Christmas Cards, if we're lucky. And I realize that happens in life. But I'd love for all of my kids to have that one, now, while they're in school. But sometimes when you're looking too hard, you miss what is right in front of you.

Lewlew had a great day as well. She's decided that maybe her teacher won't be so bad after all. Her new teacher is obsessed with Harry Potter and Lew has never even seen the movies, much less read the books. And her teacher also has a doctorate and insists on being called Dr. instead of Ms. or Mrs. So that's weird to her. But she's got some familiar faces in her class and I hope she too can find a really good friend who wants to be her friend as much as Lew want her to be - if that makes sense.

School is such a difficult time for kids - and you never know what is going on when school is not in session. I just read on FB that a girl I went to HS with - who I thought had it going on, was totally cool and stuff - hated school. Cried nearly everyday after school. I had no idea. I always thought she had it all pulled together. School is one of those necessary evils. We all had (or have) to do it and my kids will survive and be better because of it. But still, it's hard to send your sweet kids to the harsh, cold, cruel world of school. That's why it's important for us as parents, to make home a soft, warm, sweet place. A place where chores and homework still must be done. (Blast it all!)

Swim Party

On Friday, June 29, the bank where Nana works had their annual summer party and invited us to join them. The party was held at the Scera Pool.

Noodle is going down the vertical slide.

Buddy practiced his snorkeling skills.

Lewlew just had fun playing around.

There was also a karaoke contest. Surprise of all surprises, Noodle won! The prize was a beach bag, with a smaller one to match, 2 beach towels and 2 bottles of sunscreen. Noodle shared her prize with her friend. Noodle let her friend pick which bag she wanted. Noodle ended up with the bigger bag and they each got a towel and sunscreen. I was so happy she chose to share and not keep it for herself.



Camping 2012

On about June 18 I realized we had a short break in our schedules and that this would be the perfect time to go camping. So the next day, I made a menu and a packing list and got everything ready to go. The next day we went to our favorite campsite in Provo Canyon.

When we first arrived, we were the only ones in the campground. It was a little creepy for me. I've heard and seen too many scary stories.

Since we were the only ones there, we had our pick of the unreservable sites. There are some sites that you can reserve and then there are a few that are first come, first serve.

So we sat up camp in one of the largest camp sites. We were resting comfortably when a guy showed up. He said he had a lot of family coming in and would appreciated the big space that we had claimed. He said he would pay us if we moved. So we did. We moved to the second largest campsite and were completely content. We have camped at this one before and we love it!



 For a while, we just sorta hung out, listened to music, played games and went for walks. For Wednesday and Thursday it was just me and the kids.

Then Bestie came up and stayed Thursday night with us. We both had to leave camp on Friday afternoon to come into town so my mom (a.k.a. Nana) came up and stayed with the kids until Bret got there. I got back to camp about 9:30 pm and Nana went home.



Bret stayed with us Friday night and on Saturday, we packed up and came home.

Buddy is enjoying his gluten free S'more.

  Noodle takes a bite of her S'more.

Lewlew munches her version of S'more a.k.a. just the cookie.

Among the many chipmunks and squirrels, we also saw a lot of butterflies. We haven't ever seen butterflies up there. It was a real treat to see so many.

We had a great time and hope we can go again this season. But if not, there's always next year!



I Want To Sing and Dance

My girls started practicing with a local choir group in February. It was the same one my older daughter sang with last year. This time my younger daughter joined the fun. They had 4 performances the first part of June and loved every minute of them!

My older dauther (Noodle) is on the far left. My younder daughter (Lewlew) in two girls to the right of my older daughter.

Noodle had a solo. She was nervous but did so well!

Field Day 2012

On 29 May 2012 was the first field day at the kids' new school. They had a blast! There was about 8-10 different stations of games - most of them used water of some sort. The day was nice and hot and the water games provided a perfect opportunity to cool off.

 Here, Lewlew is playing Over/Under. You soak a sponge and the first person passes to the person behind him going over his head, like Lewlew. The next person passes it between their legs. The last person squeezes the water into a bucket and runs to the front of the line to dip the sponge and start the process over. This game insures everyone playing to get a little wet.

 For this game, you partner up. The partner that is blind folded holds the squirt bottle while the unblind folded one directs her to shoot. This game ensures everyone playing to get a little wet.

For this game each member of the team must use any part of their body to plug the holes in the pipe while another team member fills the pipe up. One the rubber ducky inside reaches the top, you win! This game ensures everyone playing to get a little wet.

Then the fire truck came and sprayed everyone in it's way. This ensures everyone in the general vicinity to get a little wet.

All in all, it was a great day! Thanks OES! We had a blast!

New Skirts

Last year I bought the material to make these skirts, but I never got around to it. So this year, I quickly made them for the girls to wear this year and then found cute tops to go with them. After this picture, Lewlew found a purple "Victorious" top that she declared looked much better with her skirt.

Sleeping Giants

On the way home from the cabin, the kids slept.

We took Nana's car so it was a bit crowded.

But that didn't stop the sleeping action.

Easter 2012

 Easter was normal this year. We dyed Easter eggs. The "Easter Bunny" came. We had dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's and participated in the annual Easter Egg hunt. It was great....

Happy 9th Birthday

Today is my amazing daughter's 9th birthday. Wow, has 9 years flown by! I say that with every one of my kids' birthdays. I just cannot believe how fast time has gone!

 For her birthday, she has opted for me to NOT take her to lunch like we did last year, but rather wants me to bring donuts for her class. She has invited 3 friends to join her at Nickel City for games and laser tag. After that, we'll meet the family at Arby's for dinner, cake and gifts. This whole day was her plan!

 My daughter is:

*Adventurous - she wants a rip stick for her birthday. Her favorite ride at Disney was Splash Mountain.

*Daring - she'll try almost anything. We went roller skating last night and there was this guy there who was incredible on his skates. She went right up to him and told him so!

*Beautiful - I have NO idea where she got her looks from :)

*Kind - She looks around to see who doesn't have a friend and she tries to befriend them.

*Responsible - I trust her to watch her little sister (and big brother, for that matter) for an hour or so.

*Funny - she makes me laugh all the time!

*Polite - She calls me her best friend.

*Considerate - My son lost his bouncy ball so she tried to make him - just to make him feel better.

*A Singer - She won a karaoke contest when she was younger and now she's in a choir group and loves it!

*Thoughtful - She is constantly making cards and notes for us

*Babysitter - She is naturally drawn to kids and likes to inner act with them.

*A Dancer - She watched "Footloose" and immediately got on You Tube to see if she could learn how to do the line dance in that movie.

*A Great Sister - Her sister wants to come to her "friend party" tonight. I'm sure Noodle will give in and let her come - just so Lewlew doesn't feel sad.

*Creative - She made a Barbie dress out of a sock!

*Accessorizes - She's a true girl!
*Smart - She's getting great grades!

*An all around amazing person and everyday I'm thankful she's mine!

I put her to bed one night and she looked like this (about 1 yr old). But the next morning when we got up something happened. Something like 8 years had passed...

The Things They Say...

I have to post this and then I'll post what we've been doing the past month!

I started to open the hood of the van yesterday and Noodle got all interested and came over for a look. She looked at the motor, stood back, put her hands on her hips and with such an all knowing adult voice she said, "Nice utters." I had to sit down, I was laughing so hard. I'm not sure what show she as seen, but I think she was meaning to say "Nice Rutters" but I'm not even sure about that. When I told her what utters were, she was grossed out. Clearly that was NOT what she meant to say!

After the "utter" comment we went to a local pharmacy where there is a blood pressure machine. I allow my kids 1 turn each, even though the sign says "Not for use by children." After Buddy and Noodle had their turns, Lewlew looks at me and says, "I wanna try the love pressure." Had to sit down for that one too!

Where do they come up with these things!

Fruits of our Elbow Greese!

This is from just 1 picking of our garden. I'm impressed! The garden work worked out well this year. Every week the kids and I weeded our garden. There wasn't even much complaining. We knew that every Tuesday morning we'd be up early and weed until it was done. Because of my new best friend (you're still my best BEST, Bestie) Preen we didn't have tons and tons! So sometimes I made up things for us to do if weeding didn't take long enough. All in all, I can't complain.

So after having all of these tomatoes I decided to bottle them. They'll be good in recipe's this winter! Noodle donned her apron (or my apron) and jumped right in. She wanted to do every step of the process - at least once. Although cutting the tomatoes wasn't her forte'!

Seasons of Change

Why does time seem to move so fast and yet so slow? There are times when I feel like it's slipping by and others when I think the day will never end! And then when I hear tails of teenagers, I want my kids to stay young forever because I am not delusional enough to think that I will be able to talk and spend quality time with my teens. I'm sure they'll hate me on a daily basis - not looking forward to that.

This was Noodle August 2010.


This is Noodle August 2011. (I absolutely cannot wait for her teeth to come in. The "losing teeth" stage is NOT my favorite!) She changing so much. She wants to make sure her outfit looks ok, and her hair. She wants to change her earrings and co-ordinate things. She's only 8! Isn't she supposed to be playing with dolls and not caring how she looks?


This was my great-great grandma back in 1902 waiting for this train to leave the depot and for her passenger train to come in. There was some big thing going on in town and a newspaper writer took this picture and put it in the local newspaper. Crazy, huh! The resemblance between her and Noodle is so close they could be the same person - that's because they are!
Great shot, huh! My SIL took lots and lots (like 500 - seriously, not kidding, 500) pictures of her nieces and nephews a couple of weeks ago and this was one of them. She's a great photographer - we're lucky to have her!

Helper...

She is my best helper EVER and I don't even know why or how this came to be, except she's always been exceptionally aware of things and always wants to please.

This is Monday:

Noodle: Mom, can I clean the bathroom?

Me: Uhhh, you mean wipe it down?

(Each of the kids has a list of chores to to everyday and so every 3 days, one of Noodle's chores is to wipe down the bathroom. This is what I thought she was talking about.)

Noodle: No, clean it like you do with the cleaner stuff.

Well let me think about that for a micro second.

Me: Absolutely!!!

I get her the stuff and she cleaned the sinks and tub - left the toilet for me - but hey! I'm not going to complain.

Yesterday morning we all weeded the garden and of course she was the best helper. Buddy and Lewlew helped, of course, but Noodle out weeded them! We come in and she hits the shower, then tackles her daily chores and then asks, "What can I help you with now, Mom?" Seriously?? At this point I'm worried she's been abducted by aliens and the girl I'm talking to isn't my Noodle. So I have her help me sweep, mop, sort clothes and start laundry. Then she asks, "What else?" I said, "Nothing that I can think of right now." Then she says, "OK. I think I'll take a break now." Then she grabs a book and heads out to the sky chair. Amazing child. I will certainly cry when school starts again in 70 some odd days!

A Fun Do

Noodle and I were playing with her hair the other day and this is what we came up with. There are 4 twists that tie into the pony tail.

Kinda sassy - kinda like Noodle!

A little bit time consuming - but not too bad. She loves it and it will be nice to wear if it ever warms up enough to be hot. Ignore the green band. I thought I could cover it with the froofy thing.

Americana

Sending "tid-bits of a little bit of love" on Memorial Day! Have a great day!

Star studded hair do...