Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Holy Cuteness

If you value your life, don't watch this video.

Because you might die from cutness overload.

It's ok. You can squeal. I did. That's why there's music over the video.


How can you stand it?
It took all of my strength to not stick one of these cuties in my bag and scoot out the door.
Oohhhh, puppies. Perfect in every way.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Piano Man

It's been over a month since I blogged last. Shameful!

In all honesty, it's just been busy around these here parts, made a bit more complicated because I have doctor appointments all the time (seriously, what did they do in the old days without ultrasounds, glucose tests and enough vials of blood to keep a clan of vampires happy for a month?). Rest assured that life goes on here at TMF, and we are all very much looking forward to spring! The horses are beginning to shed their wooly winter coats, and I am now wearing 3 layers of clothing instead of 4.

We have had quite a noteworthy adventure a few weeks ago though, that resulted in a new acquisition for the house. It was Matt's (much belated) birthday gift - a piano!
Isn't it pretty? Please note the booties on the left - Mom and Dad DiCo decided that Baby needed a pair of muck boots.

That's right - my already talented Hubby has an ear for music. He's a great singer too, although he says he isn't. He is almost always on pitch, even a capella, unless he's singing "One Headlight" from the Wallflowers (which, by the way, is not one of my favorites. But he enjoys singing it every. Single. Time a car with one headlight passes us.).

Mom and Dad had this piano in their living room for years - in fact, I learned to play when I was a child. I'm kicking myself for not sticking with it, but Mom kindly packed up all of my childhood piano books to refresh my memory. Matt, not being able to stick with tradition, decided to download some super duper app on his iPad and that's his sheet music.

We had an entire day devoted to the Big Move. How did we move it, you ask? Why, the horse trailer. It doubles as a lovely piano moving vehicle. Throw in some bungee cords, tie-down straps, some duct tape and two strapping college-ish guys and we were good to go.

So now that it's here, during his down time, he sits at the piano and starts playing chords. Lots, and lots, and lots of chords.
*Plink plink plink PLONK (random cursing) plink plink plink....plink....plink plink.*

The peanut gallery loves to be serenaded.
I'm thrilled that he's enjoying it, and hope that our growing family learns to love music as much as we do. I'll take the "plink plink" chords any day over Playstation, Xbox or shoot-em-up movies.

Tickets for his first recital will be on sale soon! Get them while you can, folks!