some photos of stuff

IMG_2023the 4th. we BBQed brussels sprouts at the park.

IMG_2050camping is our new thing. every free weekend we adventure out with our yellow tent.

IMG_2151i got this dealy and organized my crafty stuff. (most of it)

IMG_2195three mountains

IMG_2202baby sister Ania (8) . every day she would ask, ‘are you leaving tomorrow?’ ‘no, not til saturday.’ ‘oh. sad. i will miss you.’

IMG_2207surprised this girl at work

IMG_2294slept in an rv with 9 other people . after that Alissa and I opted to sleep on the boat (Ania’s around the corner)

IMG_2270boating 🙂

IMG_2271the mother

IMG_2284the beauties I came home too. Cody still holds true to his promise that I will always have flowers. there were even flowers waiting at Mom’s house when I got there from the airport. he had them delivered.

IMG_2293today this made me smile. as much as they exhaust my patience…I love my kids.

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things that happened while I was ignoring you

my apologies for being a lousy blogger. but i have a life (code for nothing smart enough in my brain to write about). so get over it. however I will try to appease your gallimaufry withdrawals with this little photo update:

20130531-222648.jpgCody was kind enough to drive me all the way to Montana to see my family and attend a dear friend’s wedding

20130531-222701.jpgCody turned 21…finally. i no longer have to buy his beer. You’d think being his sole provider of beer would be a wonderful advantage as his wife. Unfortunately I’m too nice for that. Which makes it simply a pain.

20130531-222721.jpgThis brave 6 year old had an successful 8 hr heart surgery and obviously came through strong and proud…and no longer purple.

20130531-222744.jpgWe brought this annoyance home. I promptly fell in love right before the realization that Cody is simply too allergic for a happy ending.

20130531-222753.jpgThis beauty got hitched.

20130531-222818.jpgI taught myself a little bit of this…

20130531-222840.jpg…and some of that.

20130531-222914.jpgAnd ink happened.

God’s writing

‘Don’t you think it’s rather nice to think that we’re in a book that God’s writing? If I were writing a book, I might make mistakes. But God knows how to make the story end just right–in the way that’s best for us.’

‘Do you really believe that, Mother?’ Peter asked quietly.

‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I do believe it–almost always–except when I’m so sad that I can’t believe anything. But even when I don’t believe it, I know it’s true–and I try to believe it.’

Edith Nesbit
The Railway Children