so a rather anticlimactic seafair sunday for us. watching the blue angels on tv is just not the same. then again after last year, being right on the water's edge, it's hard to follow up. i woke up this morning with the intention of taking layla and micah to church with me, leaving dave home with shane - who is better, but having an enforced day of rest. i managed to get up, shower and get dressed before i crawled back into bed and told dave i didn't want to go. so he got up and took them. it seems i've been struck down with a stupid cold. it's august! why are we sick?
nothing too exciting here: and yes, that is a picture of project life! I find myself taking pictures of things I would have found very weird a few months ago, but when you have the ‘daily life’ thing in mind, and stuff your grandchildren might enjoy seeing, it puts a different perspective on things. the latter half of the week: I LOVE wednesday’s picture… layla walking home from the bus. we do this EVERY day, and this is what it looks like now. I’ll have to remember to take one in the spring, and again next fall. I also have one of the pull-out double size journaling cards, which I used to tell the story of layla’s new bedding, which used to be mine. and that’s week 3.
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