My Valentine's Wish

I want to be alone with Mr. Fowler

...........all day............alone...

I want to see him smile at me

I want to hear him laugh

I want to kiss him

I want to talk and to listen

I want to dress pretty

I want to smell nice

and then......................

........................I want to blog about it....:)

The Modest List

For some reason these days, I find myself on the blogs of the most fabulous mommies!

This is a link I found on one of their sites and I just could not keep this quiet!!

For all my Pentecostal fashionistas out there, this links for you....(my meg especially)(and J.R. too!)

www.themodestlist.com

This is a site with links to retailers that provide ultra hip modest clothing for a fabulous price!!!

Happy Shopping!

Self Discovery

At some point today between.....

....................breastfeeding.................homeschooling............changing some cloth diapers....................wearing my 5-month old in a sling........................reading recipes on making your own baby food.......and sleeping with 4 of my children *my husband was in there too, somewhere)...........

.....................................................I came to the realization

I am a hippie A.K.A - a Crunchy mom (see definition to follow)

Here are a list of qualifications for "crunchiness""

extended breastfeeding (beyond a year) (working on it)

cloth diapers (trying it)

homeschooling (working towards it)

drug-free births (probably wont do it - but never say never)

baby wearing (do it)

adoptive breastfeeding (would totally do it)

co-sleeping or family beds (do it)

full-time parenting (do it)

Now according to the definition I found, you can deem yourself semi-crunchy, full crunchy, or not crunchy at all......................

. Feel free to comment and tell the world your crunch factor!

The Cloth

I woke up a couple of days ago and decided to go green. We have switched our paper napkins for cloth napkins and our disposable training pants for cloth training pants.

I have been feverishly sewing the CUTEST training pants for my dear W#1. This is the explanation for the crick in my neck and the hunch in my back. (I will not go as far as to tell you that I am also switching out W#2's disposables for cloth as well, you may think I have lost my mind)

Here is a picture of my W#1's first pair of homemade cloth training pants - as modeled by him!

And a view from the back

And here we decided that worst case scenario, W#2 could wear it as a winter hat

Tribute to the Dishtowel

(Borrowed this pics offline..flickr)

I have recently discovered a love for dishtowels. They have truly aided me in keeping a clean kitchen. I thought I would pass along my system:



#1 Buy some pretty dishtowels - A dear Mrs. S bought me a pack of yellow ones

#2 Make a dirty dishtowel disposal - I use a little basket in my laundry room

#3 You will use 1 dishtowel for each meal/meal cleanup

#4 Lightly wet the towel with warm/hot soapy water and wipe the counters,high chairs & stove.

#5 Put the soiled dishtowel in its disposal

#6 Pull out a clean towel and place on the counter for the next meal (use this same towel for light cleanups before your next meal)

#7 I wash a load of dishtowels either with my towels or alone every couple of days

Seriously this has made my kitchen cleaning SO much easier. If there is any type of a mess, I just take the dishtowel that is on my counter, wipe up the mess, and set the towel back.

This cuts down on trash & expenses!!

No paper towels to throw away or buy!

Somewhere there is this sweet old grandma rocking in her rocker smiling, thinking "It took you 5 years of marriage to figure that out?"

My Husband

Billy is an amazing man.

He makes me coffee on Saturday AND Sunday and lets me drink it in bed.



He tells me I looks nice.



He slow dances with our girls.



He plays GI Joe's with our boys.



He secretly loves to clean our floors.



If he is playing a game, he wants me to play too.



He gets up with our kids at night so I can sleep - almost EVERY time



He is H-O-T hot.



He is a good kisser.



He takes care of me.



He lets me stay home.



He loves to fry and grill food...and it is the BOMB!



He helps me with the dishes before he goes and turns on ESPN.



He drove my dark pink car with no heater the first winter we were married so I could drive his NEW trailblazer (with heater).



He lets me cut his hair.



He made my little girl his own.



I love you Robert William Fowler and I am eternally yours, and proud of it!



Your Bride,



Ashley Marie Fowler

Two of my babies