Things I Love…

right this minute…

a little girl and her boy…

an old, hobbly cat that still loves me…

my favorite colors all wound up in one pretty place…

a nearly pink chicken coop…minus the chickens…for now…

the view from my classroom parking lot…

watching a naughty pony swipe snacks from a baby stroller, when no on was looking…

sweet baby pants from an old Polo shirt…

making granny square sponge cubes for the little guy…

making our own water slide…

finally, finally finishing the afghan and sending it home with the newlyweds…

finding a sweet surprise on my computer from a very sweet daughter.

What are you loving right this minute?

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Three years ago…

in August…

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we changed old T-shirts into Baby Pants

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made Deep Chocolate Ice Cream

Einstein laughing

solved Einstein’s Grandkids’ Riddle

cucumbers (5)

cut up fresh cucumbers

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made Confetti Crayons

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LOVED deep Fried Pickles

concocted the perfect Peach Ice Cream

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cooked luscious Zucchini Bread

July 16 466

spent some time in New York City

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rode a real, live subway

July 16 608

visited Toyland

July 16 304

and toured some Sacred Places.

What a beautiful, busy, scrumptious, amazing month it was!

These Cuties

Last week, I took on a new and very different job for 5 days.

I got to look after this handsome Beckham fellow…

and his pretty sister Lily while their folks were gone…to Cancun. Yeah, I know. Cool, right?

I was a little nervous at first because, well, it’s been awhile since I’ve been the person in charge. When you’re in the Grammy Phase the only person you’re the boss of is yourself. So this was very, very different.

So was this…

and this and the natural peanut butter that you have to stir. Very interesting…and tasty but different.

April–the mom–is really getting into the healthier life-style–as we all are. She’s just a little further along on the path than some of us. We’re working on it.

Here’s something else that was different. No, not the kids. Look at the wooly sheep by Lily’s elbow, and the other one behind Beckham’s head. Those, my friends are dogs. Bali and Petra to be exact. Have you ever heard me talk about dogs? No, you haven’t because I have cats at my place. No canines. So taking care of two doggies was pretty dang new to me.

In fact, as part of our weekly adventures, we got to take them to the groomers–which was a-day-at-the-circus all by itself. Especially when I couldn’t find the leashes…anywhere. Just let your imagination soar here, and you’ll get the picture.

But this little guy and his sister and mommy came to visit us too–which was wonderful.

After playing in the sprinklers and in the kiddie pool, the little people did plenty of this.

And once they were in bed–I did plenty of this and  this. Yeah, I’m in love with these guys…  which is of course…

nothing different at all.

Heh, heh.

Water Day

It seems to be an unwritten rule in our family, that if this boy gets out that football, and there happens to be a pool of water nearby…

somebody’s gonna get wet.

Usually it means…

that all the guys have to give it a try.

Kortney–you are so dang awesome.

No wonder this nut job married that gal. They’re perfect for each other.

Intermission: Lily needs a drink.

Beckham too.

Now we have the water blob game, where you toss hose water up in the air, just so, and it forms into big huge blobs–hence the name–

and you try to catch them in your mouth. If you do it right…

you get a mouthful of water. If not–

water goes up your nose and straight into your brain…

and you drowned.

Clap for Kortney. She did not drowned. Yep. Daney-boy married the right girl.

I, however, was in the background trying to shake water out of my brain.

For some people there is a very fine line between being a team player and needing to be medicated.

Sheesh.

There They Go~

You know, we’ve gone to the Balloon Fest this time of year forever and ever. Since my kids were the kids anyway–and that’s a lonnnng time ago. It’s so fun to watch them sitting back, enjoying the same events and traditions with their own families, just like we use to.

The place is the same, the food is the same, and many of the balloons are the same. But over the years, we’ve added a few choice people to our crowd.

And they’re keepers– every. last. one.