You know what they say: "Another day, another dollar." Or, in our case, "Another day, another forty thousand moving-related bits that I don't want to do but should."
Same dad, different dad.
Same dad, different dad.
Luckily for me, there were plenty of distractions happening this week, most of them related to the fact that we are now, concretely, in the throes of summer. Exhibit A:
Yard work. Yard work is Very Summer. (As is my clearly beach-ready body.) I had my little right hand gal help me with some mulching.
Exhibit B:
Strawberries. Strawberries are also Very Summer. We bought ten quarts of them at the Amish last week, and processed them all. (Also with my right hand gal.) Most of them went into the freezer (I got about 2 gallons), but some of them went into homemade strawberry frozen custard with strawberry sauce. And it was as amazing as it sounds, so you better believe we will be buying more strawberries this weekend. I'm trying to decide what to make with them all.
Exhibit C:
Mes'morial Day. Mes'morial Day is the epitome of Very Summer. To recap for those of you who are new around here, we eat s'mores on Memorial Day. That's how it became Mes'morial Day. Pretty straightforward.
We save up sticks and nut shells all year for our annual fire. Not that we do that intentionally; it's just that after about a year, we have enough that we're starting to go a little crazy so Todd burns them all at once and just tends the fire all day. This pit is actually four or five feet deep for some reason, so it's quite a bit of yard waste.
Grammy June made an appearance.
This is why I call this kid Scrappy Doo. I mean just LOOK AT HIM. So many heart-eye emojis belong here.
The Real Boy Scouts of America
Exhibit D:
Ukulele is Very, Very Summer. Although, "Bad to the Bone" on ukulele is not as summery as it could be.
Exhibit E:
...Chickens? Are chickens summery? We still love them, we still have DeeVee because I can't bring myself to get rid of him quite yet. Ophelia got to meet a chicken and it seemed to go over well.
And, just to round out our summery summery week, here's what else we were up to:
Lots of trips to Lowe's and Walmart and the storage unit because: Moving. Atticus is my box carrier and van tetris-er. Moving with big kids is a whole different ball game.
Penelope hit her own shaving milestone. HOW ARE MY KIDS ADULTS ALREADY?!
Juni's favorite activity is laying down by Ophelia and having Sister Time.
And speaking of Ophelia, she's having a killer week. She finally got a second tooth. (The Lord God said, "It is not good for the tooth to be alone; I will make a it buddy suitable for it.")
Can you see her little toothers in there? It's hard to get a good picture - they are not unequally yoked; they are both equally miniscule.
She also got a bath.
That's a pretty killer week in Baby Town.
LOOK AT HER SHORRRRRRRRRRRRTS!
And that was our week!
1 comment :
o-pheeeee-lia, you're wearing those shorts. you're shaking my ribcage daily. :)
as they say, "summery is as summery does." it's a fair summary. :)
*i'll see myself out
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