I told Ryan it felt like it had been forever since I posted anything on my blog.
Because 1 week=forever, right?
He said, why don't you take a break for the rest of the summer and just relax?
I laughed. In fact I'm chuckling as I write.
I told him I enjoy it! I once heard that one ought to choose a career in whatever they think about when they don't have to think about anything. For me, that's sewing. And eating.
It's kind of like being a mom.
Every once in a while you just need a little me time, even if it's 43 minutes, wandering up and down every single aisle in Target, needing nothing, but looking at everything.
I've missed rambling here and sharing what mischief we've caused, projects that have kept baby dill hands busy and mama dill hands happy.
A whole lot of sun=a whole lot of freckles, mainly. We've had some family in town and we're sad to see them leave, but hope that their hearing loss reminds them of the good times we had.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to get the house back in order. Not that it ever really was in order, more of an attempt to take inventory. Finding and returning long lost library books (or in the case of a couple of books, having to purchase some to replace...sigh), finding shorts for Pearl who always has a case of I-have-nothing-to-wear-itis, and trying to fit sewing projects among the everyday minutia which is more like filling holes in the wall with putty rather than actual construction.
I'm happy, though.
We're happy. The longer I'm married to this man, the more we realize how perfect we are for each other, or perhaps "our" perfection is ever evolving, and we are becoming more perfect for each other over the years.
Our 12th anniversary is coming up next week, not all of those years were a perfect swan dive, sometimes more like a cannonball, but the journey has been exciting and keeps getting better.
Whitney and her "baby"
We took this crew to the zoo to see the wildlife, and they fit right in, at least mine did.
It was the first time we saw the entire zoo in once visit. I even tried to convince Pearl that there was no bear nor was there a panther, only to turn around and see a sign for both. Huh.
I think God had a bit of fun creating the Okapi, who despite what I thought, is a relative of the giraffe.
Olive's favorite: the elephants. Give her yellow, ballet, and elephants and she's happy.
Give these two a hiding place to cause mischief and they're happy.
Give Pearl any animal and she's happy.
I'm glad these three got the stripes memo. Color coordination is great, but pattern coordination is wildly impressive.
So. I blog because I enjoy it. I enjoy the interaction with you. Ryan only knows what I'm thinking sometimes when he reads it...what can I say, I'm not a big talker.
I don't blog for the money, the little bit that comes in is just sweet side effect.
I'm honestly grateful and sometimes a bit in awe that anyone besides my mom and sisters come here, so thank you.
Rain speckled sand
Can you find the impostors?
We saw a shark, a stingray and this fish caught (twice! once on each side of the pier, bless it's little heart.) The old woman who caught the stingray offered it to us. We said we didn't know how to cook stingray, but thanked her for her generosity.
Ryan and I are like an old couple: he wears my sunglasses when I need him to hold them.
Well. If you've made it this far, you get a star.