I just came across this adorable blog of a girl in Utah who finds vintage pieces of furniture and fixes them up in the most darling way. I especially love the children's furniture. I've always wanted to fill my little kids' rooms with nice wooden toys and pieces like this. Keep an eye out, as she says she'll be posting a lot more soon!

Saturdays are my favorite days because Sydney and I get Daddy all to ourselves! Yesterday was extra special because he planned a picnic in the park. We ate sandwiches and grapes, threw a baseball around, and just sat around, lazily enjoying the warm rays of the sun. Here's a little peek into our outing:

Sydney sleeps in the upstairs bathroom because there aren't any blinds in the house. But she doesn't complain much. In fact, whenever I walk in after she wakes up from a nap, I'm greeted by smiles and lovely chirps. I wish everyone could be greeted by such a perky girl! My dad used to chant, "nappy nappy makes me happy..." to my little siblings when trying to get them to sleep. It would get them even more cranky, but it is so true. 

Thanks, Malinda, for helping me put Sydney on such a great schedule!

Sydney and I explored the park behind our house a few days ago. It was one of those gray and foggy days where it feels like early morning all day long. I propped Sydney on stumps, nestled her in leaves, and perched her in the wedges of tree branches. It felt like we were deep in some magical forest, seeing the trees and roots from her level. 

It reminded me of the beautiful forests in Germany that we'd explore as a family when I was eleven. Anything that reminds me of Europe makes me happy. Like Sydney's hooded jacket. And seasons. That's a wonderful thing about living in Utah. Now Sydney and I can watch the trees in this park change in every season, and it will be a different adventure each time.

People think Sydney's just all smiles all the time since that's the majority of the photos on here. But let me assure you that she can put out her fair share of tantrums during the day.

Throw together a box of brownies. Forget the eggs.

*Yields a big batch of bubbly goop, and a strange look on the husband's face.

(as nasty as it sounds, we still ate most of it)

We're all moved in and pretty much all settled. We've gone through every box and found a home for almost everything. And when I say "we", I mean Tommy. He'd organize away while I'd get distracted by all the treasures that have been packed away for so long.  I'm very lucky to have Tommy and all his organization talents. It makes moving a breeze.