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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

30 DPC Day 26: Meaningful

Day 26:  A picture of something that means a lot to you



On January 31, 1983, my grandparents celebrated 50 years of marriage.


I was almost 3 years old.


My grandpa hunted for months for just the right present.


He finally found it.







Inside, two of the sweetest people I have ever known.




My grandma never took it off.  And now I will proudly wear it. 

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I have girls...

Girls who love bugs






and dresses.








Girls who aren't afraid to play with the boys









And get a little dirty.









Okay, maybe more than a little dirty








Alright.  We get really dirty.








I have girls...



.... who can creatively figure out any situation.








who love snuggles with their Pepe







and playing with baby dolls







and their daddy








but do it in style.






I love my girls.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Summer in Review: May

Another summer is almost gone. 
Another summer full of memories.
Memories that I don't want to forget.  Moments in the lives of my children that are far too fleeting.

 
I am going to remember.



Remember branding calves
Yes, that is blood and guts dried on my neck.  Lovely.


And enjoying a treat while watching the big boys play soccer.





I want to remember the pouty faces when the lifeguard makes us get out for a break

And save this photo to use as blackmail someday



I want to remember my adventurous little climber




hanging out with friends






and playing card games together.





I want to remember the joy of exploring trains with friends




 

and guns for Mommy





 

I need to remember sweet notes left on the table




and a big girls first baseball game.






Because sometimes, the best memories




Are the ones that happen purely by chance.


Friday, August 26, 2011

Letter of Intent


Foursons



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Dear Older Brother of My Ex-Boyfriend,


It was great to see you the other day.  Really, it was.  I hadn't seen you in at least a few years.  I see my ex, his wife, and beautiful daughter at least twice a week through the summer because of softball.  And I couldn't be happier for, or more proud of him.  He has grown into a responsible adult, husband, and father.


It is you, however, I am concerned about.  I now understand why you are still unmarried.  Let me educate you.  When you see a woman, unless her belly is so ginormously huge that the baby will quite obviously be making his/her appearance in the immediate future, keep your mouth shut.  Because any woman who has to inform you that she is, in fact, NOT PREGNANT, wants nothing to do with you.  Ever.


Sincerely,
Do it again and I may punch you in the face


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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

30 DPC Day 25: My Favorite Day

Day 25:  A picture of your favorite day



I could have, seriously, posted anything for this day.


Our wedding.


The births of our beautiful babies.


I have thousands of precious memories, and amazing days.


But, lately, only one stands out.




My sweet girls.


Our first day of school together.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Monday Mugs: Back to School







Our first day of school looked pretty different this year.



We learned how bees make hives and honey.



And hugged our favorite bear.





We explored a natural hot spring.






And took a hike into the woods.






We studied nature.







And nature studied us.







A wild patch of strawberries made for the perfect snack.







Lunchtime was on a log instead of the cafeteria.







And the view was much better.







And, lest you think our entire day was spent traipsing among the daisies,






We did actually spend some time at our desks.




But not that much.


And that is the beauty of home schooling for me.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Project 365: Week 33

Day 224/365:  The fair




We had a play date with one of Kat's closest friends (my angel in a 2nd graders body).  And it was her birthday.  And the fair was in town.  Seemed only appropriate that a Ferris wheel ride was in order.



Day 225/365:  Big Hiking Girl





12 Kids, 11 adults, 2 miles each way.  Memories to last a lifetime - priceless.




Day 226/365:  Only family...




... will make faces like that.




Day 227/365:  Ice Cream Date




Our family stayed with us for two nights on their way from Denver to Phoenix (moving for PA school).  So what does the indulgent auntie (that's me) do?  ICE CREAM!!!!




Day 228/365: In awe



We treated the girls (and Jerome's sister) to lunch at one of our favorite diners this week.  Crazy place.  Stuff everywhere.  Enough stuff to keep little minds occupied for quite a while.




Day 229/365:  My love


 


His eyes are closed.  I look like I have 14 chins.  But he is, and always will be, my sweetheart.





Day 230/365:  Object lesson




We finished our first two-week unit in school on Friday.  And celebrated by making a cake decorated to look like the world.  It tastes fabulous.  Kat did the continents.  And they can all name them.  All of them.  We have a song.  They sing it in the grocery store.  I laugh.



Wednesday, August 17, 2011

30 DPC Day 24: A wish for change

Day 24:  A picture of something you wish you could change


A while back, we played in the river with some friends.





And, as I look back on all the photos I took that day, I cannot help but feel a bit wistful.



When you are a child, summer seems to last forever.






The days never end.






And growing up seems like it will never happen.






I wish I could freeze days like that day.
Even when my kids are being stinky.






Because those days don't last forever.
Kids grow up.






They go from baby dolls to boys far too fast.






And these lazy summer days will only be a distant memory.






Take the long way home today.






Splash in the creek.






Maybe even pick up a bug or two.






Take the time to search for treasures with your child.








Because little ones won't stay little,






But the memories can last forever.