InstaFriday where we tell the stories behind the filtered photos.
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Our dogs are getting old.
So old and creaky that Abbie could hardly jump her old bones up into Jill’s bed. But she did.
And was rewarded handsomely for it.
When the homeschooling is done, it isn’t uncommon for him to “disappear” for a couple of hours.
Often times, he has found a creature of some kind and is sitting quietly with it.
He is squirrely and active and has a hard time focusing, but when he’s in the great outdoors, he finds his peace.
He looks up, smiles and says “Oh, hi mom. I caught a lizard. And now I’m just hanging out with him. I like to just be really quiet and watch what he does.”
Not a quiet activity: my husband and his favorite scenes in movies.
He insists on surround sound (even when we were in bitty apartments), and he loves to treat the kids to surprise movie moments.
The volume goes on loud. LOUD. As in, picture frames rattle on my walls.
And the kids FREAKING LOVE IT.
He’s a fun dad.
My to do list is about 78 miles long.
Naturally, I choose to spend an afternoon painting a wall.
I love the tone of this yellow, but it’s a wee bit darker than I had wanted. I’m betting in a few months I’ll re-do it. Not too different, just a little lighter. (Maybe the same color at 70%? Btw, it’s called Yellow Gold by Behr)
This girl is all the way in New York.
She misses us. We miss her.
I regrammed her pic.
I typically stick to the curriculum, followed by lots of outside play on our homeschool days. But I couldn’t pass up the chance to do a little movie vs. book routine.
If you ever come over, you’ll now know why there are fingerprints all over my front windows:
There are few things more delightful than a well timed That’s What She Said, amiright?
He stopped by the grocery store on his way home from the office.
And he brought home a cake.
Because Fun Dad.
Holy smokes, you guys.
I can literally only read a few pages at a time because it is just so CHOCK FULL of goodness. If I started highlighting it, I would end up just highlighting every single work. Even the page numbers.
Whatever you are doing: get it. Now. Read a little at a time. Soak it in. SO GOOD.
We have two mornings a week when it’s just us.
And they might be my favorite mornings of my entire life.