A Pattern of Words

After dinner porch lounging, screens optional and political talk highly discouraged.

Her favorite place to lay is in the middle of the kitchen on the rug in front of the stove. Ideally when I’m cooking and have something bubbling precariously above her.

Me interrupting conversation: “Wait, you still hang out with high school friends?!? WHO?”

K: YOU.

Me: Haha, oh yeah.

Love those friendships that are so easy to fall back into, despite the years that have gone by without seeing each other. Glad you were able to swing by on your big road trip, K. ❤

Fourth child problems: goes from refusing to touch a balance bike for a year because it isn’t the right color to learning how to ride a pedal bike in five minutes while Mama’s weeding and has her back turned. Now to convince her to wear her helmet.

No photoshopping went into the making of this photo and RC is smiling? A miracle.

Our (very old, very worn) porch floors are slowly falling apart and I don’t have the mental bandwidth to figure out how to tackle redoing them. My solution is to ignore the rotten boards that accidentally come out and cross my fingers and hope we can make this work for at least another year.

Sometimes the easiest way to make sure all minions are occupied for a properly long length of time is to leave out random art projects on the dining room table. Sometimes this works…other times it’s discovered that the project is too difficult and you, the parent, are roped into making it yourself. This was one of those times.

Always explaining to me exactly how he built something, where he deviated from the original inspiration and why, and proving that he can wreck it and rebuild it in record time.

Žak Žak & E-te forever and always.

Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil except let’s all sit here and discuss whether we think fresh mozzarella cheese is delicious (V) or gross (A & A).