Garage Doors and Primer and Scarecrows

I have yet to compose a response to the HOA's reply from yesterday. I did have a nice chat with my Realtor, who concurred that I would have more pull once we're actually living in the house. She was able to offer me some good insight on various HOA inner workings and gave me a good pep talk.

Moving on...

This morning, Nolan and I made our way to the Heritage Farmstead Museum for a build-your-own scarecrow event.

The Museum offers great "Mommy and Me" events approximately every-other Friday. Nolan enjoys seeing the animals and meeting the other kids, and I enjoy getting him out of the house.  Not to be really mom-ish, but I also really enjoy watching him have fun.  I am such a grown-up.

Here's Nolan and the other kids during story time:

Nolan is in the red pants and navy shirt, to the left of the girl
with the long blond hair.

Must have been pretty suspenseful because
he's holding onto that platform.

I think he was a little into it.

And how he's checking out the girl next to him.

After story time, Nolan and the kids helped make a real scarecrow.

Busy working (no such thing as a free lunch, 'eh?)

Nolan surrounded by four girls.  He was their muscle.

"Uh... where's the guy's head?"

 After making a headless corpse scarecrow, the kids headed back into the pole barn to make a craft.  The kids made a scarecrow head out of a brown lunch sack filled with newspaper (cause that will withstand the Texas weather).

Nolan squishing his scarecrow head.

Normally, there's a chance to feed the animals and go on a wagon ride, but we left because I forgot to take my medications and I was feeling withdrawal symptoms.  Gah!!  Not fun!

We went to the gym, then decided a trip to the house sounded fun.  Here are some pictures!

A garage door.  This poor door doesn't realize that in a few weeks
it will be hiding a massive amount of stuff.

Hard to tell, but the walls and ceiling have been textured and
primed (I think).

Master bathroom looking into the master closet.

Upstairs in one of the bedrooms.

And then my cell phone died so I couldn't take pictures of the homeless people squatting in our house.  Boo!

At the gas station, I saw some firewood on sale (which kills me to buy because I think about the ample piles of logs at my folks', some of which I helped stack three weeks ago) and I impulsively purchased two bundles (4.50/each... not kidding).

We stopped by the liquor store, grabbed some Fireball, came home, and I got this magnificent fire roaring.

At least the wood looks really nice.

Now it's almost 8 o'clock on a Friday night in Texas, and I'm going to put Nolie to bed and probably fall asleep in minutes.  Such is the life when you're a rock star like me.