Meh.

Not my favorite week of the year.

I probably need an attitude adjustment

or less tempermental weather

or for my kids to be more grateful

or to not walk out to my coop and find two dead chickens that were obviously killed by ‘something’

or less spider webs and moths

or a home chef

or to find the remote control

or for my kids to not blame me for losing the remote control.

But seriously, I was an adult and DID NOT bring up the 2.3 million things that they have collectively lost over the past 12 years that I have managed to find even though I did not lose them.

{That does not include my ever living mind.}

I have even offered a one dollar reward.

So, yeah, that’s this life.

Also, unluckily enough someone found the hidden harmonica…

I need to up my game.

And when it was hotter than the surface of the sun in May.

Doing something else besides reading.

For one day.

Guys, when she was singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to the bears!

Way cooler inside my head.

Because sometimes I think my house is pretty.

And sometimes I’m frantically searching fo the lighter fluid so I can burn it to the ground before Bryce gets home.

This might wax sappy, heads up.

Fourteen years ago Bryce and I were newlyweds and still in college. We bought two tomato plants and some annuals.

We’ve had a garden almost every year since then.

We started the garden at this house five years ago.

We finished it last week with the help of our six kids.

I am so grateful for a husband that has supported this passion and probably worked harder than me to make it possible.

I constantly tell him it’s my favorite room.

I love him for this.

K, guys, this chair.

Last fall when I was in S.F. I saw it for sale, in the exact.same.condition, in a cutes-y little shop where you pretty much love everything in it but since you can afford zero of it you act like you hate it and are appalled by the over priced merchandise that you would purchase all of if you had a Daddy Warbucks.

That kind of shop was selling this chair for $125!

Come on.

Missed a spot!

Meg ‘blow drying’ her hair after swim lessons.

Clothes line season.

That magical age when helping is still fun.

And one of our favorite local spots to cool off.

I love this photo because he’s trying to transport water in his hand.

It looks like she caught some sunshine.

Bed time.

I got this awesomely gross pie safe from my neighbor’s garage.

Easily the yuckiest thing I’ve brought home.

But it’s pretty impressive cleaned up and an ideal storage spot for our vintage Fisher Price collection thanks to my MIL.

Time out talk.

Helping put June up on the calendar.

Honeysuckle in full bloom.

Getting a flat tire patched.

In the hopes that if you spin it hard enough candy will come out.

My next furniture restore project.

I mean, it kinda looks like maybe a dead body was housed in here at one time.

Last day for swim lessons.

Thank goodness.

Two more weeks of school.

Waffling between jubilation and needing to stock up and hide copious amounts of chocolate.

Katie