Holy Mo-ley!

I wish you could see what I see right now. In fact, I've taken pictures of it, but they're not the type you share on a public website--definitely family only pictures.
I'm sitting under the picnic table umbrella in Pa's back yard, enjoying his wireless connection, while my two naked babes enjoy some time in the wading pool. By now however, they've migrated from the pool to the chinese elm and those naked bums are climbing and crawling all over the twisted tree limbs. This is their 'house' where they've returned for swimming supplies, most importantly towels. They are having a very serious conversation about what they'll need for the pool and Mary is calling Emma, "Sammy". I have no idea on that one.
Anyway, back to the title of this post. Can you say, "holy MO-ley!!"? I'm sure saying that after the goodness that spilled from my mailbox yesterday. I admired some wonderful fabric that she scored at a garage sale--the white with red children's

silhouettes at the bottom. Isn't it lovely? She offered to share some with me. Um...yes!! thank you! and look what else she sent along. You truly spoiled me Mo. Really
spoiled me.
She listed where each piece of fabric was from... 

The yellow fabric is actually a lovely linen, and the pillowcase is soon to become a summery dress...

and I'm gasping over this horse fabric. reminds me of the horses from the misty of chincoteague books.

and finally a bag filled with lovely gifts tags and cards. i love them.

She also sent a CD of summery songs, that I can't wait to listen to, but 'pooh!' won't play on my mac. So I'm sending it over to my Dad to hopefully convert for me? (can you do that daddy?) Thank you, Mo. You are too sweet and too generous. One of these days, I'm sure, a little thank you will arrive at your door.

This big stack of stuff went to the post office today. It was quite a production. Thank goodness it is a small local post office because by the end one of my children had cleared the shelf of priority mail envelopes, and the other was laying on the floor, no shoes, dress up, diaper showing singing "shrinkle, shrinkle little star" at the top of her lungs. 
Praise the Lord for my patient postal clerk and an empty post office at 11:00 am!