“Mom, you’re old.”

As we were approaching my parents home early this morning, I pointed out to the kids the farm where I spent many high school hours, milking cows. Eden crashed my trip down memory lane right quick.

“Wow, that barn’s really shiny for how old it is!”

Vacation, big (little) style.

Psst…

 

these tiny toes are headed to the lake

just hanging out

playing with the squirt guns Grandma bought

and having tons of fun.

See ya.

Two happy campers

hanging out and Grandma and Grandpa’s

in a new stroller.

I’m not sure who's more excited

about the new toy.

I do know, though,

who’s more excited

about being on vacation

and having grandma’s help.

Me.

Communication crack-down.

“Eden, would you put about… 10 eggs in a pan?”

“Sure!” She walks away. Moments later, she’s back. “Crack them, right?”

“No! We need to hard boil them.”

Disappointment. “Oh.”

We just about had scrambled eggs for supper instead of potato salad to take camping. Whew. That was close.

Procrastination from packing.

Pierce fell asleep not on my back, in my bed, or in his bed two days in a row now. Never before had such a thing happened. Last night, it was laying across my lap. Maybe we’re turning a corner with his fussiness.

Today, Blaine turns 35. I’m sure he’ll thank me for throwing that out there. Happy birthday, Love.

Today, we pack. We cook food to be reheated. We pack. We do laundry. We pack. And, if all goes well, I mow – so we don’t come home to an overgrown weed-fest.

Because it made me laugh: Brady finished her fifty-pound bag of dog food. It took her 14 months. That’s $2.50 a month for Brady-maintenance. We spend more on flea and tick meds to keep the bugs from eating her than we do on food for her to eat.

Back to work.

Onion crybaby.

Liberty’s chopping onions for me. I hear a cry from the kitchen, asked if all was well, thinking there may be blood.

Nope. “My eyes hurt.” was the reply. Whew.

Feeling like a Monday–but it’s Thursday.

Note to self: Next time you wonder if someone put the chicken and hamburger from the grocery shopping trip in the freezer without being asked, investigate.

Thank you, Lord, for the little things. Cooler bags, rainy days, and mostly frozen meat 18 hours in the van later saved me a lot of money and another trip to the store.