I’m tired of winter food.
I want the lighter fare of summer.
It’s been the kind of weather that if you find a sunny spot outside that is sheltered from any wind-no matter how gentle it may be- you can stay warm. But in the house it feels cold. Until you turn on the heat then it gets too warm and stale. So you complain.
I’ll complain again around late August when I’m tired of heat and humidity and want to make beef stew and hear ducks overhead.
I finally have the go ahead to be a little more active. It feels weird.
I can’t stop making baby stuff.
My husband had a big day at work last week, he gave a speech and I sat with my children and cried. Partially out of love and partially out of hormones.
I also cried during an episode of Happy Days yesterday, so I’m not sure what that all means.
Sam doesn’t look like Sam in this picture, his sisters have already had a laugh over it but it is still my favorite.
This might have been the first big function our oldest didn’t attend- we missed you, Hadley. Having grown up kids is hard. You can’t help but be proud of their independence and their newly sprouted life skills but at the same time you want them home so you can pick out their clothes and they can ride in the minivan with the whole family.