This crew, along with the parents, made it to the flag this morning.
We obviously paid our respects with a solute.
It might have been the prettiest time we have ever hiked this trail.
The mustard was in full bloom.
These four thought they were tough guys, and set out ahead of the adults.
But Grey didn’t last long after a snake crossed their path.
He saw it, and ran faster than his little legs could possibly go, with the look of terror in his eyes — all the way back to the safety of his mom.
It was a blast, but Dash lagged a little bit in the end.
And when we got back to the car, Navy showed me her collection of dead snails she accumulated.
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After a hard and hot hike…it was off to snow cones and the pool for the afternoon.
Here is the artist in our family.
She loves to draw, color, write, glitter, and anything else that involves creativity.
But this picture isn’t only one-sided…..
Tah-Dah!
She surprised Scout with a picture she copied off of Nonnie’s mouse pad.
Take a closer look at this masterpiece.
Even Dash wanted in on a picture this good!
I alway sknow when Navy empties the dishwasher.
Everything is put away properly, and stacked meticulously.
So when I saw it this morning, I told her I had to get a few pictures of perfection.
And a picture of the girl who creates the perfection.
And then she said she wanted a picture of the girl, who created the girl, who created the perfection.
I knew Britni was a good friend when she let me talk her into going to the Ramos House with her twins, Dash and Pippi.
To set the scene:
Dash didn’t have shoes.
Pippi was still in her sleepcoat.
Britni was coming home from Carruthy’s for ear aches.
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We should have run for our lives when the lady said, “We don’t really have high chairs because the owner doesn’t really like to have kids here.”
I kid you not — that is what we were told.
WHOOPS!
Let’s just say, it was a quick order and eat.
I luckily had suckers to keep the kids occupied while we waited.
And all was well.
Until Pippi started to have a tantrum with her sucker stick in hand.
And in what seemed like slow motion….I watched as that stick went flying into the air.
My stomach dropped, and I was dying over where it was going to land.
Good thing the lady behind Pippi was phone drunk and didn’t notice a thing.
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When I controlled my silent laughter, I finally was able to get out what had happened to Britni.
And then we were both in complete silent laughter.
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Check Please!
As I was heading into our neighborhood, I happened to look left to see this scene.
Just a young boy with his independence — spending his time at the honeysuckle patch.
Each and every night, Dash runs into Nonnie’s room to swipe one of her little water bottles.
Then he takes a few sips before bed.
And when he wakes in the middle of the night, he takes his DayDay and that water bottle with him, to his final resting place.
Last night, it was right between me and Micah.
So when I woke up, I felt the littlest warm body next to me, alongside a knobby dayday, and half-full, crinkled water bottle.
This morning, I tried every trick in the book to get some oatmeal into my starving Pippi.
But the stubborn child would flail and fling until the oatmeal would end up on the walls, down the front of her, or on the floor.
Cue music…..of a superhero flying in to save the day.
Scout grabbed the exact same spoon.
Then spooned some of the exact same oatmeal towards her.
Her response?
A big, open-wide mouth!
Scout just has those baby-whispering genes.
If someone else gets the Pips out of bed, I get this little head peeking over, while her little hand is trying to rock me awake…as soon as she tracks me down.
From farmhouse to victorian mansion.
From humble to grand.
From understated to overstated.
Micah and I couldn’t believe our eyes when we saw our old house’s evolution.
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