A Picture Taking Morning

Libby playing in the sink.

Bed head and all.

 

 

She’s getting less like a baby and more like a little person.

She can say ‘uh-oh’ and cries to get her shoes put on.

And since we’re at the point in the summer where all productivity muse be documented.

I made this dress which is rightfully the loudest material I’ve ever used and also the most comfortable thing I’ve ever made.

I asked my kids to take my picture and this is what they came up with:

Photo cred:

Adeline

Meg

and Spencer

So then I decided to get out my tri-pod {thanks Em!}.

And some people thought they were picture worthy.

 

 

 

 

And this is one of the best to come out of the bunch.

Don’t worry, I’m reading up on taking better self portraits.

Finishing it off with some swinging.

 

Only eight more days till school starts.

Eight.more.days.

Katie

Camping Pictures

I really wish I had something creative to say.

But I’m hot and tired.

And I feel like I want to go to the fabric store but I know that I have no time to sew.

Because all of my other hobbies:

children-ing {just kidding, kids aren’t a hobby, well, not today anyway….},

house-ing,

canning,

gardening,

chickening,

and dinner making {just kidding, dinner’s not a hobby, but maybe if I called it that I’d think it was more fun to come up with what to cook…}

are taking over my life.

I think we were morons to plant so many peach trees.

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But we went this last weekend to Jedediah Smith State Park on the recommendation of some good friends.

Guys, you should go.

It’s in the Redwoods, it’s on the clearest, calmest river where you can look for frogs, snakes, crawdads, etc., the weather is perfect and it’s ten! minutes to the beach.

And we would totally go with you.

And if that seems like too much, you can take just the kids,

or just the boys,

or just Spencer.

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Guess what we forgot? Libby’s chair.

This picture was cooler inside my head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And this guy.

 

There’s a walking bridge!

That may have been my favorite thing.

 

 

 

My people.

Aren’t these pictures of Bennett throwing rocks fun?

 

 

 

Here’s to the lazy days of summer,

Katie

I’m Pretty Sure

{Wait, don’t leave, this is a new post!}

The free summer meal program is for moms.

With six kids.

Traveling across the great state of Oregon to Idaho.

{Seriously, it’s like the entire state.}

To visit family.

All by herself.

I was about to say ‘lonesome’ but there was no part of the trip that was alone.

Anyway….

And who pull in to get gas, at a charming little Sinclair station.

{The kind of place where they wash your windshield.}

And when the gas attendant starts pumping the gas and cleaning the windshield,

the mom starts looking for her wallet.

You know, wallets?

The things that hold cash, and credit cards and licenses?

Pretty much everything vital and necessary?

And couldn’t find it.

Anywhere.

{Transition}

Well, I flagged/hollered at the gas attendant to stop pumping because I could not find my wallet.

And then because I’m awesome at dealing with spontaneous emergencies, I burst into incoherent tears.

Because the full magnitude of my situation had hit me.

I had no way to pay for gas, no way to purchase lunch, and no driver’s license to present to an officer who would inevitably pull me over for driving well above the speed limit.

Guys, it was a pathetic sight.

The gas attendant calmed me down, once I was able to clearly explain the problem.

The owner came out and told her to fill up the tank and take my name and number so I could pay once I had found my wallet.

Oh, and the wallet?

It was in Medford.

Where I had pulled it out to buy some audiobooks to listen to while driving across the barren desert that is Eastern Oregon.

After my tank was filled and the kids realized there would be no French fries and play area, they begged to go to the park across the street.

It’s one of those ‘vintage’ parks with a double metal slide two stories high and a merry go round.

Which I did, illegally because I didn’t have my driver’s license.

After we pull in and I’m talking crying at Bryce over the phone {which I managed to not forget}, Adeline runs over and says,

“Mom, it’s the free lunch program, they’re handing out free sack lunches!”

And sure enough, there’s a little bus with a lunch lady handing out bagged lunches.

Guys, you don’t even know.

Free lunches all around for the sad little family passing through without any money.

So, anyway, the free lunch program is awesome.

As is the Sinclair station.

{Bryce paid them over the phone with his credit card because he’s a capable adult and had it with him.}

I had enough gas to make it to my parents house and Bryce over-nighted my wallet.

I’m back now and drowning in squash.

But there’s worse things, like forgetting your wallet….

Happy August,

Katie

For my other pathetic driving-through-Oregon post.