A Week

How is it that a whole week can pass and you feel busy, but when you look back you can’t for the life of you figure out what you’e done?? I guess instead of yammering on and on, I’ll do a week in pictures.

Our 12 year anniversary photo. My 10 year old photographer took a most unflattering photo, no?

We’ve had this pretty bird visit us almost everyday.  It’s been pretty cool to see him hang out under our covered porch.  And with all the rain we’ve had, I can see why he’d find refuge here.

{Insert photo of baseball and soccer field here}

We’ve been at the baseball field for Bam, and the soccer field for Fred. Fred is going to participate in the Youth Games this year, so he’s been practicing pretty hard.

Got stuck in a detour on the way to my sister’s house. A strip of interstate that normally takes 10 minutes to drive turned into an hour long detour,  we sat in park more than we drove. The detour on a normal day should have only taken 20 minutes. That white car in front of us… yeah, we had pretend conversations with them.  They are nice folks. Maybe.

We spent the weekend at my sister’s. We went out and helped watched Rich, the bro-in-law irrigate.  In the proccess my sister and I thought it would be fun to spook the horses with our umbrellas. Lucky for us, it worked. FYI… this also works with cows. 

The next day we walked along the river/canel until the mosquito’s took back their land. Then we hopped in the truck and let the boys run home. You can see the little head at the bottom of the picture… that’s Bam. He’s not a fan of running. Unless there’s something in it for him, which at this time there was not. SOOO, he sat with daddy and watched.

After all that running Java felt like this.  We got home and we all did that.  We have done nothing since then. Not even unpack the bags.  It’s Wednesday.  Don’t judge.

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