(1)If you have never been to Michigan, come here. Its beauty is wildly under appreciated. And for those of you who love water the way I do, you'll be pleased to know that one is never more than 8 miles from a fresh water lake anywhere in this entire state.
Speaking of which, some friends from our parish invited us over to their house on Saturday, and this is what happened:
|"You know me. This how I do..."|
|And then he said, "Do you wanna go REALLY fast?"|
|You know your friends trust you when they let you hold their 3 month old son while you drink beer on a boat.|
|This is the view out their back door.|
|lucky, happy kids|
|But then Cecilia did this, and we knew it was time to go home.|
(5)Since we're on the topic of lucky, let's talk about child labor for a minute. Specifically, me putting my children to work. When my husband said "let's move the woodpile into the barn", guess what my kids said? "Where are my work gloves?" and "Can I help?!?!" and "Don't start without me!."
p.s. Check out Paul. He was workin' it!
(6)And since you (or I. Whatever. Details!) mentioned Paul, let's chat about how he helped make his very first batch of homemade ice cream (machine from Goodwill. $3.99 baby!) this week, too.
And then he got to paint a wooden birthday train that another friend, also from our parish, had so sweetly given him.
Anyway, so yeah. I'm a pretty awesome mom. I mean, just look at this...um...fortunate child who was "exploring her environment" by being allowed to smear popsicle in her hair and all over herself and onto her tray and probably onto the floor. Yep. Had nothing at all to do with me being preoccupied with the interwebz or anything, no sirree.