documenting it for posterities sake. After all, we spend most of our time there. I was in the middle of taking the pictures when I thought I heard my mom yell from the kitchen. She was in there making a large batch of soup and the tone of her voice sounded urgent or scared. She said a couple more things but our door was shut so I couldn’t really hear her. I set down the camera as I started to get a little worried. It sounded like she needed help. My mind started racing with all the possible reasons she might need help… she had cut herself, she had spilled the boiling soup on herself, she had fallen and hurt herself, or so many other things. I was nervous already and then when I opened the door and could finally hear what she was saying she said “hurry, hurry, hurry…”

My heart leapt into my throat as I imagined her in the kitchen, injured, yelling for me to hurry once she finally heard the door opening.  Then as I turned out of our room and into the front room I happened to glance out the front window where I saw ….

Payton, my 4 year old neice, running up to the door. Mom didn’t need my help, she had been talking to Payton the whole time. I stopped there, to catch my breath, once I realized what was really going on. And then I watched mom walk out the front door and close it behind her. She hadn’t even seen me.

I may have an overactive imagination.

Here are some of the other pics I took… after I stopped shaking.

I posted that first post about hobbies and haven’t posted since, obviously.  But, its a new year and while I’m not one to make New Years resolutions, I have finally started some projects and hope to be blogging about them more often.

Exhibit 1: