T. Bone’s homerun this week.
It was a sight to be seen and celebrated.
Ice Cream and custard and frozen yogurt and sometimes for lunch
or dinner.
Our National Anthem.
T. Bone’s impromptu 12 ½ birthday celebration. All that we needed was burgers and boys. And balls...baseballs, footballs, basketballs, soccer balls, tennis balls, golf balls, goofballs...
Watching the fireworks from our yard as they went off all
around us.
A mid-week getaway to the Wisconsin Dells for water park
fun, family time and a scenic tour of the Wisconsin River.
Sharing the bbq platter at Buffalo Phil’s with Coach when I
was all set to order a chicken sandwich.
When in Rome...it was the smart choice.
Road trips. Even
short ones. There’s something so cozy
about having my little family tucked in to our van destination bound. And then equally warm and fuzzy to pack up and come back home.
Reflections.
Figurative and literal.
Lilies. Mine and
Mother Nature’s.
The kitchen has been closed for most of the week.
Lil spent the weekend with one set of grandparent and then
the better part of the week with the other set at Camp Grandma. She was a little homesick as the week wore
on. I’m not grateful that she’s
rueful…just that she loves home enough to miss it. We're both grateful for grandparents who spend lots of time with the kiddos.
Coach has been serious about his honey do list.
Super fans. Grandmas and Grandpas who come to cheer on
their grandkids. They all love it!
A movie night with T. Bone this week. We ordered Identity Theft and laughed quite a lot even as we tuned out some of
the expletives and fast forwarded a scene or two.
My camera arrived. No more grainy phone pictures. Amen!
My camera arrived. No more grainy phone pictures. Amen!
