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week 21 in pictures

there is not a lot of variety in this week’s pictures. the biggest excitement came in the form of my long awaited clothesline . sunday: first load hung up! monday: basketball hoop propping up the saggy line in the middle. tuesday: micah, demonstrating what he does as the “light helper” at preschool when that’s his job. he also has to check and make sure the bathroom lights are out when they leave the room. wednesday: not related to the clothesline, but following the same theme… year-round, we have a lot of cycling/workout clothes that must be line dried. we’ve had a couple of different contraptions that we’ve used to accomplish this, but I suggested that we install a closet rod on the wall next to the washer so it would be handy, high enough off the ground to be out of the way, and permanent. thursday: rainy track meet. layla and micah huddled under the umbrella in the bleachers and ate snacks. friday: another clothesline shot. sorry. I’m sort of obsessed. the novelty is su

instafriday

so, I know I haven’t done one of these in a long, long time, but I was suddenly inspired. no idea why… at any rate, it’s friday, and here are my small squares for the week… my breakfast. scrambled eggs with ham, kale, and spinach + a delicious smoothie. yum. daddy got layla pink tulips for her first ballet recital. post-morning run. ice, coffee, and {not pictured because it didn’t last long enough to get in the picture] bacon. ballet recital take 2. I was the backstage mom this time. OMG. there were 4 different classes of little girls crammed in this tiny dressing room. like 40 girls and 3 moms. FOR THREE HOURS. oy! after it was over, dave and I went out and I had a BIG margarita. we found this little frog in a bucket in our backyard, so we took him out in the woods where there is some wetland and let him hop away. monday night, I got to take a free adult jazz class at layla’s dance studio. it was fun, but a bit odd because we had a lot of different skill/experience level

my clothesline… FINALLY!

people who have known me for a while know that there are certain, random things that I’m totally obsessed with. coffee, bacon, trains, hot air balloons, and… clotheslines. I first fell in love with clotheslines when dave and I lived in ohio when we were first married. the house we lived in had a pair of metal t-posts in the backyard. you can kind of see them here, in the background behind joe. I immediately became fascinated with them, and dave bought a long line and a pack of clothespins for me at walmart. he strung 4 lines between those two posts, and I obsessively hung out our clothes between may and september. I completely fell in love with it. I would spend hours in the backyard,feeling the warmth and the breeze, smelling the clean clothes, just loving my family and the experience, between sheets and undershirts flapping in the wind. it was very meditative. very serene. a religious experience of sorts. I felt a bond with my ancestors; women of my family who have been hanging ou

week 20 in pictures

sunday: just a little snuggle w/ my littlest boy and our teddy bears. monday: after dinner, shane and micah had some brother bonding time where they disappeared to the play room and proceeded to make an arsenal of tinkertoy weapons. then they spent the next half hour running around the house and through the woods, protecting us from some unknown enemy. tuesday: the north side of our driveway. the big rhodies are all in bloom. wednesday: dress rehearsal time. first time on the big stage. thursday: track meet for shane. the start of the 70m, which he won. friday: all ready for the first performance of the ballet recital. since grandma couldn’t come to see it live, we stopped by on the way so she could see her all ready with her costume and hair and makeup done. saturday: I volunteered to be the back stage mom for our class for the saturday 3:00 show. wow. we were stuck in a tiny dressing room with 3-4 other classes (depending on who was performing at the time) for 3 hours. at most,