Summertime rolls

boys playing together. (note to self: the pile of laundry behind them is now three times that size.)



our summer lanterns



We planted our flower garden seeds yesterday. Very late. Extremely late. But we'll give it a shot. You never know what will grow here in the swamp.


okay, so i am feeling guilty about a love poem to coffee. it was a particularly tired kind of morning. I am at the point where I don't know what happens in the middle of the night anymore. I had to ask michael if i got up once or twice last night to go to the baby. It is all just a sleepy blur these days....and that was some exceptionally good coffee this morning.

In the future, i hope to write poems about Jesus or Michael or my children. but that is all so deep and introspective. An obsession with coffee is just surfacey enough that i could crank out a poem before church.

I am not cooking meals this week. so don't expect photos of enviable food from me (in fact, don't ever expect that). We had some V8 soup in a box last night for dinner after a 2 hour trip to IKEA. Michael said he would be happy if we ate like that every night. Feeling a little wounded, I am going to let him eat like that all week. I think we will have bean burritos, cereal, and soup until my parents get here.

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The main reason for no cooking though, is that Frank starts swimming lessons today. Lord help us please. We are all excited. The 30 minute online/audio introduction last night told us that sometimes there are negative things that occur such as: vomiting and crying. As Frank is excellent at both of those, and has had an awesome (note sarcasm) experience with swimming in the past - I am going to hope for the best, but expect the worst. I don't tell him that, though. I have told him: He will get his face wet! He will blow bubbles! and He will learn to float on his back!
and then he asked:

"Will they teach me not to drown-ed?"

I said, yes! that is why we are going! and he said:

"yea! I want to learn not to drowned!"

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now I gotta go fold that laundry before grows and eats Ford.