Every week we share the stories behind the pictures on that micro blogging platform called Instagram.
It’s a great way to be reminded of the simple sweetness that surrounds us.
Cuz somedays, let’s be honest, can be ROUGH.
Nothing to break you out of a funk like putting together an InstaFriday post.
(I’m jeannettg if you want to follow)
P.S. apparently I was an instagramming fool this week.
You might remember that we took our Monsters Inc. toys with us to see the new Monsters University movie, and somehow Mike got lost.
I found a replacement, much to Jill’s delight…and she promptly grabbed a pair of doll pajamas and asked me to put them on him.
Mike, I’m sorry man. Girls.
I looked down at my keys the other day to see my little Swiss Army knife.
I mean, it’s been there for almost 15 years. But I kinda forgot it was there. Because it’s always there. Almost half my life.
Back when we were just dating, Andy bought me a bunch of small gifts for Christmas. One of which was that little knife.
15 years later, I realize how special it is.
I feel like it will be one of those heirloom things…”My great great grandpa gave this to my great great grandma when they were only 17 years old and dating…”
Now watch…I’m gonna lose it next week.
Because that’s my life.
On the way home from visiting family, we stopped in Solvang at a skatepark.
I worked there when it was being planned/approved and remember thinking “A skatepark?! Why??? That’s so random!”
10 years later, I’m bringing my kid.
Well played Universe.
The adventures of #NaughtyPorkchop continue.
Here he is seen covered in dirt and eating a stick.
Because what else is there to do?
No, he did not drop in on those ramps.
He was scared, and we didn’t have his pads so even IF he was willing to try, I didn’t like the idea of encouraging it when he only had a helmet.
Andy and I regularly look at each other and just start laughing.
Skateboarding??? Really? Seriously??? What are we DOING here???
We got home to find that some of our tomatoes had ripened.
I made sure to get a cute basket.
Because what’s the point of growing a veggie garden if you can’t use a cute basket?
No, I am not kidding. Yes, I am this ridiculous.
He climbed up on the table.
Because that’s what #NaughtyPorkchops do.
I made the girls keep him from falling while I took a picture. Instagram first. Discipline second. Priorities. I gots them.
Also, the tie.
Lucy put it on him and declared that he was now ready for church.
Had this been my first child, I would have been appalled. It doesn’t match! It’s way too big!
But hello?! It’s too much. I didn’t have the heart to take it off. So he wore a too big, unmatching tie all day. Rebels. That’s us.
Is she the best, or what?
This picture makes me want to go in her room, wake her up and squish her.
Except then she’ll be awake.
He told me we needed flowers in our living room.
So, he cut some. Because he’s gonna be a good man like that.
Same day…he did some pretty fancy jumpy off the rampy thingys at the skate park.
Renaissance Man, that kid.
I just. couldn’t. bear to make sandwiches.
The kids had played with face paint that morning, in case you were wondering why Henry’s face looks like he just put in a long day at the coal mine.
And #NaughtyPorkchop is stuffing his face.
With cheez its.
And he’s allergic to dairy.
MTL day 2.
This was intended for the three big kids. He had eaten already.
While they were too busy jumping on the trampoline, I watched him INHALE about 3/4 of it.
All while standing on the table.
I. am. exhausted.
I had insomnia the other night, so while Owen was napping, I put a movie on for the Bigs and told them I was going to lie down.
I can’t nap. It’s like against the code in my DNA or something. So about 15 minutes later, I came back down to find Jill sitting there watching TV wearing an Optimus Prime mask, like it was nothing. The other two were watching TV as if they didn’t have a cybertronic robotic organism sitting in their midst.
“Hey guys, what’s with the mask?”
“I put it on her.”
“Because she asked me to.”
Well, okay then.
Some nights when I’m getting into bed, I get excited because it means I get to have coffee in the morning.
Not addicted. Not at all.
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