2017–week 28

sunday: on our way home from church, we spotted this mama raccoon and her baby down the street from our house. SO cute! mama was not super happy about us looking at them and quickly ran over and put her arms around her baby. adorable.

also sunday: micah had added some interesting ideas to our summer “to-do” list. this accomplished 2 of them. we walked exactly 4 miles on the trail with bonez. (also, balloons!)

monday: aquasox game! another summer list item checked off. (it was FREEZING!)

also monday: layla’s last day to be 11.

tuesday: and she’s 12!!

she had a fun day. starting with picking up a couple of friends and hitting 7-11 for free slurpees. then she helped bake her birthday apple pie, got a new leotard to wear to gymnastics, where she shared cookies with all her teammates. then home to have ribs for dinner, gifts, and pie with ice cream.

also tuesday: shane’s last day to be 17. this was pretty significant, as it was his last day of “childhood”. (i may or may not have been quite ferklempt about this whole thing.) and so the trifecta (peanut, PB, and cocoa) made an appearance for his picture.

wednesday: and shane is 18!! welcome to adulthood! wow.

after dinner out at varlamos (and a gigantic calzone), we came back home for gifts and cookie dough.

thursday: layla got to go with robin and her family to see the seattle symphony’s performance of music from harry potter. she was stoked.

saturday: funnest day ever. bailey wanted to have a little get together for shane’s birthday, and their neighbor niki’s house. everyone had a blast playing with the animals, the zip line, the trampoline, visiting horses, exploring the woods, making s’mores… it culminated with “chariot” races, that had us laughing til we cried. that’s bailey pulling shane.

and the extras from the week. because there weren’t enough pictures already!

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dear to do list,

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Micah’s Birthday

This kid had the audacity to turn 13 yesterday… As was expected, I was a bit of a hot mess about the whole affair. Here’s his “last day to be 12” photo. He ran out of fingers a couple years ago, so taking a page out of Shane’s book, he borrowed a couple of feet from the cat to make 12. But, not too old to choose Lucky Charms for his birthday breakfast. He got his happy birthday facetime call first thing and got to open his gift from Gramma and Skip while they watched… He’s had a boom box on his list this year. You might remember that 2 years ago, it was a Walkman. The obsession with 80s audio continues. Gramma found this one and it seems to fit the bill. Looks totally retro, plays and records tapes but also has radio AND a USB port so he could use some modern tech with it, as well. So, he spent the morning taking advantage of the birthday allowances of not having to do his weekend chores and lifted time limits on video games… all while listening to the radio or one ...

project life–week 12

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instagram addict

okay, I admit it. I was a total nay-sayer. I was a skeptic. I wanted NOTHING to do with it. I didn’t get it. it seemed redundant and unnecessary and I was not going to do it. and then yesterday, something possessed me to start fiddling around with instagram. and I couldn’t stop… so, why am I so CRAZY about this? hard to say. part of it, I think, is that the simple, square, crappy format seems to legitimize my desire to record all the mundane aspects of our life. the funky filters are fun to play with and they take crappy cell phone pictures and make them look cool. with life the way it is, I wind up taking more and more pictures with my phone and I’ve always hated the quality. BUT, sometimes, that’s all I’ve got. it doesn’t need to be a super-high quality picture EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. it would be awesome if it was, but it’s not, and this gives me an excuse to be okay with it. yes, I take pictures of everything. I do. I like taking pictures of everything. I like writing about everythin...

and this is why I scrapbook.

I’m working on my family album for 2009 right now. pictures are printed, papers organized, it’s ‘buckle down and get it in the book’ time. this is where I just kind of plow through without coming up for air. at any rate, I’ve given layla a 7x7 album that I had, which was out of the wrapping, for some reason. I have no plans to use it, so I figured it would be a good place for her to start, since she REALLY wants to make an album of her own. so today, I let her choose some papers to use, and I helped her cut them to size. so we’re sitting there together, I’m working on my album, she’s working on hers. we’re sharing supplies, and chatting. and I suddenly had this vision. this flash-forward to when she’s all grown up and has kids of her own. and we’re sitting there together, I’m working on my album, she’s working on hers. we’re sharing supplies, and chatting. and I looked at her and started getting more than a little choked up. so she asked me what was wrong. and I told her ab...

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