Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The Kitchen

The following are a couple photos of our new kitchen. We replaced the laminate countertops when we moved in and we'll be putting a new backsplash up as well. One of the many projects still on the list. I think we will put in a beaded board backsplash. What do you think? Also, I would like to get some cabinet door knobs put on as well.


My weekly trips to the thrift store have yielded a number of vintage treasures over the past few weeks.
This car has probably been the best thrift store find yet. Easton loves driving in his car and pushing it around as well. It has a long pole in back to make pushing him easy. At the park yesterday a little girl came and got in his car while he was on the playground. Needless to say he was not happy about that and threw a huge fit with screaming and kicking of the feet. He tried to get down from the slide as quickly as he could to rescue his car. After some discussion I managed to convince him the little girl could drive and he could push her around which seemed to work just fine.

Monday, April 21, 2008

It's Official!!

You know you live in Eagle Mountain when you walk out your front door and there is an enormous pile of tumbleweeds barricading you in your home. Clint and I are officially moved into our new home. Despite the mountain of tumbleweeds we have had to fight off, we love it here! Unpacking is coming along slowly but surely. We also have several projects still in the works. I will post pictures of our home as soon as I have a chance. We just barely got our internet up and running so I have been out of the blog loop for a bit.
My dad really got a kick out of the tumbleweeds. He said it was as though we lived in the wild, wild west. My sister Danielle and Easton enjoyed the tumbleweed show from our front porch.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Master of Mischief

After taking a quick shower I noticed it was unusually quiet in my home. I began wondering what Easton was up to and what trouble he might be causing. I didn't have to look far to see this- my couch torn to shreds. The young mischief maker had pulled all of the cushions off of the couch and somehow managed to pull out the stuffing as well.
There he is, the culprit, basking in his troublemaking glory.
If only that were a bunch of grapes he had dangling from his hand, instead of the innards of my couch.