Bedtime Songs

When I was a little girl, I remember my parents rocking me to sleep every night. They sang me bedtime songs like Rock-a-bye baby & Hush Little Baby.

Now that I have my own little girl she also wants me to sing songs to her before bed. Her requests: Oklahoma & Henry the VIII. I can't make these things up.

What songs do you sing your little ones before bed?

Clear Spring Road

My husband and I have been looking at houses for the past three and a half years (since we got married). He's not much of a "city guy" and I'm not much a "country girl". I'd say I grew up in a small town (15,000ish people). He'd say that he grew up in a small town (2,000ish people).

We live in my small town. It's where we met. I was working at the courthouse. He was working at the jail. Ahhh, love at first sight. You know how it goes.

Anyway. After years of looking at houses out in the country, we have tried every way we know to find a compromise on where to live. I prefer to be closer to town, but on the outskirts of town, close enough to get to the store in about 5 minutes. He's perfectly fine with being an hour from the store.

He needs horses and animals. Our daughter NEEDS a pig (so she thinks). I need a safe place that I won't be worried about burglars or tornadoes. After all, we do live in Oklahoma.

Back to my story. It seemed like we could find a perfect house, but the land wouldn't be good, or the area wouldn't feel "right". Or we could find great land with a crummy house. Good price, poor house. Or the an amazing house& land, but ridiculous price!

So, three and a half years later, we made a compromise. It's 20 minutes from my home town, about 10 minutes from a grocery store, 3 minutes from a convenient store, and plenty of land for our (soon to be) horses & the pig.

The house was small, but the area was safe, the land was pretty, and it had two stocked ponds. So, my husband was sold on the stocked ponds and the rest is history. Our closing date is about a month away and so far, every thing is going smoothly.

This is the house, a little 3 bedroom house on a long dirt road. We are the only house on the road (that's not my car)

This is the back of the house

This is the storm cellar. Evidentally I have to go in there during bad weather. Terrifying, right? It's very clean, but I don't know that I will be able to go down there. Thankfully, I have the best mother in the world. She will help me put lights in it & probably a storm radio. Plus, she will make sure there aren't any spiders down there.

This is the barn and one of the ponds (it's the smaller pond, but still much bigger than it looks here).

So, life will soon be very different for us. I'm very excited. Also wondering how we will take care of 15 1/2 acres, since I only have a push mower as of now.

If you are keeping track, I need a tractor, 3 horses, and a pig.

While I was doing laundry...

Do you ever start doing your husbands' laundry and end with thoughts of what happened to these clothes?

I found this shirt and all sorts of questions came to me.

Did he set himself on fire at work last night and not tell me about it?

Did he fall into a vat of acid?

Was he attacked by someone with a cigarette?

What happened to these jeans?! Surely he would want to throw them away (but I was wrong, he's going to keep them). Should I sew them up? Was he attacked in prison? (hehe. ewwww...)