Garden Party

Well, a few months ago we had our 2nd annual "girl party" for all the girls in the family.  Not everyone was able to make it, but we had a good time anyway.  Stoyan was awesome enough to help me with the invitation.  I knew what I wanted, but was unable to do what I wanted so I am very grateful to have an artist in the family.  The invites turned out cute, I thought.  This year's theme was a "tea party", but we don't drink tea, so we decided to call it a "garden party" but, my garden is pretty dead and non-existent this year, so it was a "garden party" in the living room.  Maybe next year we can have it in a real garden... maybe.

Some of the girls all dressed up.
(When I throw a party I don't think much about taking pictures, so we didn't get everyone in the picture.)

The tablecloths were my old curtains, the runner was a scrap of cloth that is waiting to be used on a skirt, the vase... a mason jar. Yes, I was pleased to go cheap and still be cute.

More fabric scraps for the table top.  The mismatched tea cups and saucers
are from a thrift store.  Stoyan thinks it's gross to drink out of pre-used cups, but I washed them really well. :)

Too many sweets! But it was tasty!

The girls decorated hats with ribbon and hair clips
(the flower can be removed from the hat and used as a hair clip)

We drank lemonade and flavored it with raspberry or kiwi syrup.

Victoria got cream on her snout

Inspiring people

I've been watching videos on mormon.org/people pretty regularly and I find so many people that are truly inspiring, sometimes it even makes me cry.  It's made me reflect a little on my own life and wonder a little about the kinds of things I inspire in other people.  I'm still wondering.
SO, If you were a fly on my wall, what kinds of thoughts would you have about me and our home? Well, you would probably be relieved to know that I don't own a fly-swatter (incredible! I know! A girl that spent twelve years of her life across the street from a feed-lot full of stinky-fly-attracting cows, you'd think a fly-swatter would always be nearby) but, I do have a husband that knows Taekwondo and is pretty amazing at killing flies with quick precision.  I'd say he has lighting-fast-fly-killing-moves that can't be challenged by anyone within a square mile, maybe even more.  So, IF you WERE a fly on my wall, your relief at knowing I don't own a fly-swatter wouldn't last very long, but during that brief time (while Stoyan was at work and unable to kill flies for me), you might see ... ah, well, I hope you are never a fly on my wall, that would be gross.
Oh, and by-the-way, I am a Mormon. :)
P.S. In case you visit this blog primarily to see photos of my children... 

This isn't one of my children, but it's just too cute not to include.
Leah likes taking care of her daddy.

Playing in the "rocks" daddy made for the Days of 47 float

It's bedtime

Mommy, I need a haircut, AGAIN!

Midnight

And why am I up at midnight, blogging?  That's a very good question, while I don't blog every night at midnight, I often find myself up and wondering why I don't just go to bed.  I am definitely tired, and well, that's why I'm up.  I'm tired! When I'm tired I suddenly find myself side-tracking and avoiding what I know I should be doing -sleeping.  Stoyan doesn't understand; when he is tired, he goes to sleep. Me, well I find myself plucking hair, cutting toenails, surfing the web, wiggling my feet and not going to bed.
So, here I am, at midnight, blogging... and not about Joy, I'm too tired to be joyful.
And here are some photos of... you guessed it, my kids. What else do I have to post about? Certainly not... oh yeah, I do have something to post, but I'll do it another day, when I'm not so tired and lazy (I don't want to go find "the thing" I am going to post about, take a picture, post it, edit...zzzz....huh? What? ) Oh yeah... pictures of my kids:

Victoria has learned the skill of climbing door-frames

No it isn't Halloween, Leah just decided she was too lazy to go find clothes so she put on the closest thing she could find. A girl after my own heart.

Diliana loves her yogurt! That's the Bulgarian in her. She has to lick the bowl clean.

Such a sweet face!  Oh and look! Her eyes haven't turned brown yet.  I never thought I would have any children without brown eyes. And here she is, not-brown-eyed.

The house fairy came... The House ?What? you ask. Well, let me tell you...no, I'm too tired to tell... here's the link

Let's just say, "That house fairy's $0.75 were well spent."