While String Beans Are Pressure Cooking and Cucumbers Are Pickling

and the kids are all asleep, I thought I’d take a moment to blog.

I might also be putting off going to sleep.

Bryce is out of town and I may be ever so slightly convinced that we have

a ghost.

Or that previous owners of the home are complete morons.

I think both are pretty plausible.

I’m hoping it’s the latter.

Because, again, the other alternative is a haunted house.

Which no one really wants.

Unless you’re in Hollywood getting paid millions of dollars for the use of your house to film a horror movie.

Anyway….

Monday morning, {the exact morning Bryce was scheduled to leave for five days, and it was the week before school started and soccer practice began and Libby started teething} at 5:30 am, before the sun was up, there was incessant, obnoxious, pretty loud beeping happening through out the house.

Sounding a lot like a smoke detector.

Mainly in the vicinity of the kitchen.

Specifically?

The kitchen ceiling.

Which houses one “vintage” exhaust fan, a pretty awesome chandelier and a battery operated smoke detector {which we had taken down months ago due to our bacon habit}.

We turned off the power.

Nothing.

Dismantled the fan.

Still constant beeping.

Right in our ears.

Took apart some of the ceiling.

And the beeping stopped.

For about three minutes.

And started right back up again.

For a.while.

And I may have felt slightly panicked thinking about busting holes in the ceiling looking for who knows what frantically trying to get it to stop before all children were awake before the sun, and listening to it all morning long till I could find I don’t know a necromancer? electrician? to find out what in the *&%^ was making that beeping sound.

And then all of a sudden, it was quiet.

And haven’t heard it again.

So….

ghost?

Or did someone actually encase a smoke detector in the house between a ceiling and a floor?

I don’t know, guys.

Open to ideas or sympathy or babysitting….

{P.S. If any weirdos out there reading this think it would be a good idea to come over uninvited, I’m warning you, I’m sleep deprived and I.will.cut.you. K?}

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Libby is four months old!?

 

 

I love this one, Meg was talking to her.

 

 

 

 

 

One good shot and then…

these.

Going,

going,

gone.

 

 

And some Sunday morning Twister.

 

 

And this fun surprise when I came in from the garden the other morning.

And the winner of the lap quilt: Starr

And the winner of the table runner: Michelle T

Email me your addresses so I can get those in the mail….soonish.

Katie