Change is a-comin', Part 2

So, we're almost done with the boys room. It's painted, furniture is moved and most of the decor is back on the wall. I have a few more items to add before I show you the entire room, but here's a little tease.

Look! An AYE-P-AINE above Cole's crib! Above is Dada applying airplane to wall.


The boys looking around their changed room. I think they like it. Grady is looking around in amazement (maybe, no telling what he really is thinking), and Cole's leg is stuck under him, so he's just trying not to fall off the chair while he gets his leg unstuck. I helped the little man out. The quilt draped over the little table in front of them will not be staying there, it's going elsewhere.



More later this week, I promise.

School's In!

It's that time of year. You know what I'm talking about. The seasonal section in all the stores have changed from garden equipment to school supplies. Big yellow busses can be spotted in most neighborhoods. Kids are a bit gloomy, and moms are excited. That's right, it's school time. I LOVE school time. Nothing makes me happier than a few aisles of neatly organized school supplies. I don't have any need for school supplies right now, but I still walk the aisle and occasionally buy a fun folder or set of pens. Ah, the smell of a new pencil...anyways, I digress.

Schooltime doesn't mean much in the Ellerman house at this point, but it sure means a lot to Aunt Karen. Her oldest two, Greg and Sara, went back to school this week, leaving Rhett at home with his momma. Here are the school-bound crew, looking a little sleepy.

In a few weeks Rhett turns 4 years, and then he'll be going to a little pre-school near their house. I'm not sure what Aunt Karen will do with herself when she has a whole day to herself after 8 years of having kids milling around her. I'm hoping she makes a pot of coffee and sits to relax on that nice new porch of hers.

Before the Endsley family got back into the school routine, they went on a spur of the moment trip to Navarre, FL. Navarre is also the home of Gran GG and Grampie, but they were in Pennsylvania picking up some retro-chic chairs for us (more on that later), so they did not get to see the Endsleys. Which is a bummer, 'cause they Endsleys were going to the National Naval Aviation Museum, and I hear Grampie gives a mean tour. It seems despite my lack of interest in flying metal, I can't escape pilots or airplane loving people wherever I go. Uncle Scott is a commercial airplane pilot, Grampie flew A-6s in the Navy, Cole can't let an airplane pass by overhead without pointing and saying "aye-puh-aine" and attending the annual airshow in Peachtree City if a major event for my family (uggh). I am sure many a tour through the aviation museum is in our future, but for now I am enjoying the pictures Karen shared of their visit. I like to give equal photo time to all babies involved, but Rhett was suffering from low-blood sugar grumpiness, and only participated in a few photo opportunities. As a fellow low-bloodsugar crank who has snapped at a few people when I'm hungry, I totally understand, Rhett. People should feed us more often.

And now, pictures. Navarre beach! Can't go to the beach without running like mad!

Rhett in a cockpit.

I love this picture. Great color & happy kids.

Three good looking kids!

Change is a-comin'.

And it involves something a little like this.

And one of these. No, I'm not entirely sure which one yet, but I will make up my mind around 1pm tomorrow when I stand before Deryl Our Paint Guy at the Sherwin Williams store.

And I had better like whichever I pick, or else this guy will not be pleased.

Momma's Famous!

Well, sort of. If you count that she was quoted twice in an article. Remember when I was whining about work being so busy? A reporter from Newsweek tagged along with one of my projects and wrote an article about it.

Newsweek.com
Monday, August 3, 2009

The Curious Case of the Calamitous Cannabis

At a camp sponsored by the CDC, kids (and our intrepid reporter) learn to be disease detectives.
By Anne Underwood Newsweek Web Exclusive

Start with grizzly slides of gangrenous limbs and feet swollen with fungus-filled nodules. For good measure, add some photos of foot-long
guinea worms and eyes running with pus. Then throw in tips from real scientists on how to track disease outbreaks and unravel their mysterious causes. How much more fun could you possibly have at summer camp? I, at least, am having a rollicking good time as a visiting journalist at Disease Detective Camp, now in its fifth year at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta. In my own day, summer camp meant sleeping in cabins, canoeing on the lake, and guzzling bug juice. Today, it's equally likely to mean an intensive workshop at the Orlando Ballet, space camp at NASA, or secret-agent camp at Pali Adventures. But Disease Detective Camp has a unique mission--to get kids interested in careers in public health. And if you think that sounds unlikely, consider this: high school juniors and seniors have come from as far as Utah and the Netherlands to participate. Gaining admission here is only slightly easier than getting into Harvard. "We had 514 applicants this year for 52 spaces," says coordinator Trudi Ellerman. . . .

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My Summer at the CDC’s Disease Detective Camp from Newsweek - Health

Packing is Good Times

I'm leaving the boys in Dada's capable hands to visit Aunt Sessy in Savannah, so I thought I'd leave you with a picture until I get back. Suitcases are so fun.