cherries in a white colander were photogenic, but they are! See what I mean about sweet?
toys are strung all over, and there is some big time playing going on. Those moments are getting fewer and fewer as the kiddos grow, and spend more time outside on bikes and backyard fun. I'm just going to enjoy them while they last....
a sweet moment, when my baby girl danced for me, and let me snap dozens of photos.
thousand times better than I thought it would. If you have a cabinet that you open a lot, or can see through doors into, you must try this. This fabric is like a sweet little burst of sunshine. I'm not sure if you know this about me... but I love bursts of sunshine.
Sweet! I love a man who knows how (and when) to order out a full meal. I think that might be one of Adrain's finest qualities. (Well, aside from some very broad shoulders, that is.)
Speaking of shoulders... These are the ones I cry on, lean on, and depend on. I know he's going to hate that I tell you this, but he was serving communion at our church this night, and as I took the bread and juice from his tray, he winked at me as he said, "This is the body of Christ for you." I think God smiles when I have a sweet moment with Adrain and Him at the same time... knowwhatImean?
reading a sweet chapter of Anne of Green Gables to my daughter. I just kind of sat here for a couple of hours, looking at the view....
sweet red and blue candy melts (they ate as many as they could get their grubby little hands on when my back was turned) and then I piped them in star shapes, (using a guide underneath parchment paper) so we could top cupcakes with them on July 4th.
life in the slow lane. If only we could live in summer.
Happiness and joy. And then spilling it out onto everyone who sets foot inside my door.
sprinkler and a trampoline on a hot day? The answer is no. There is not. Well, unless you add a popsickle. Obviously. Duh.
peace over her little nerves, praying that she'd have fun! Smiling from ear to ear as she searched us out in the crowd. (I got to sit in the front row, and she spotted us right away! It was so fun!)
all my favorite guys to the Baseball game for Father's day. You can see my man, then my little man, then my Dad, then my brother. (Who's not a daddy yet, but is a really amazing Uncle, which sorta counts in my world.) Awesome. Now, let me tell you what I did during all this baseball cheering. I pondered the ways in which I've warped my family. And myself. If you've been reading since at least the previous Christmas holiday you will know that I'm completely addicted to the movie Elf. And Will Farrel (specifically in that movie, as not all of his films are family friendly, or even mildly appropriate, though secretly, and quite possibly, still funny). Anyway. I know it's like six months from Christmas (and Alli is laughing her hiney off right now, I guarantee it) but when we attended this baseball game, I realized how my life has been permanently affected by Elf. (And quite possibly not for the better.) As my family, and extended peeps were crossing a road in Seattle, I yelped out, "The yellow ones don't stop!" To which, both of my kids began hopping across, while my parents went, "what?" I tried to explain. Later, while watching the Mariner's play the Phillies, I was giggling to no one in particular when the name "Francisco" flashed across the jumbotron and I said, "Francisco... Francisco... " Then I turned to my son and said, "Ohhh, that's fun to say!" He laughed. No one else around me did.
I might have a problem. Or an addiction. And I think I'm dragging my entire family along with me. (If you've never seen Elf exactly 742 times like I have, you probably have the same look on your face that my Mama did. Bless her heart.)
anything good. Bwahahahaaha! Just kidding. But not really. No fat, no oil, no cholesterol, no trans fats... just applesauce, bran, and egg whites... that sort of thing. Surprisingly, they were yummy. Or it could just be that my taste buds have died. I say this because I bit into a protein bar the other day and went, "Oh wow.. this is delicious." And I meant it. Weird.
Bunting makes me deliriously happy. Let me tell you why. 1) I have wanted three bunting thingys for eight solid years. (Well just in the month of July, mainly) 2) When we decided to stay here in this house a couple months ago, I went to the fabric store, thinking I could use my little discount coupon, and find some cheap bunting materials, that I could whip together on my sewing machine. Only they don't sell it. Isn't that odd? 3) I stumbled upon this when I went to Michaels, and it was already put together, and less then $5.00 each without my coupons! 4) Three of these things fit perfectly on the front porch and whenever I come home it smiles at me. The End.
snuggle up to a rubber ball....
strawberries. I love strawberries.
we're talking about favorites, pink peonies are my most favorite flower in all the world, followed very closely by tulips. Do you remember the spring time, when I posted eleventy hundred photos with tulips in them? Yeah. Peonies weren't in season yet. Second of all, I was wearing one of my favorite summer shirts- a darling ruffled baby doll tank top and I had to make sure it was in the photo so you could see how sweet it was. And lastly, the cute little seventeen year old making my iced tea leaned into the car and asked, "What are the flowers for?" To which I replied, "Oh... just for me..." (followed by a sweet smile at my man.) The barrista sighed and said, "Oh that's just stupid cute." (For a split second, I considered climbing over and french kissing my man to show her some real stupid cute, but I thought my kids (in the back seat) might not appreciate it. I'm just saying.)
a sweet month, didn't I? Indeed it was.