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Day 4 of 7

Hubster had the day off yesterday so we kept Bri home from daycare and had a family day. All day long I kept thinking it was the weekend.
Around dinner time we pulled the wading pool out in the front yard and let Bri play with her new water toys. She had so much fun! And she even shared her water with the grass (which you can see needs it pretty badly)
While she played, Hubs grilled a few brats and some corn on the cob. I had a photo session last night (there’s sneak peek below if you want to see) so I left Bri and Hubs outside playing and went inside to change clothes.
When I came back outside Bri was running around the yard squealing and Hubster was chasing her with the hose. They were both soaking wet! It was the best kind of family day.


The session went really well, although it was extremely hot and muggy. I discovered some unusual sweat stains on my shirt when I got home. Hopefully my clients didn’t notice them!

At the very end of the session I was attacked by a bug as big as a frog. I screamed so loud it scared the little girl and she ran to her Mawmaw. They all looked at me like I was crazy. Then I showed them the godzilla sized bug and they were all clamoring for me to take a picture of it. Seriously! Here’s photographic evidence.


When it crawled across my foot I couldn’t see my sandals anymore. It spanned my whole foot. Scared me to death!

Day 5 of 7:

Today’s theme for seven days is HAND. As soon as I read that a few days ago, I knew what my story would be about.


I usually hide my left hand from people. I’m conscious to use my right hand for pointing and correcting in the class room. The reason for this strange quirk of mine is that I’ve had a wart on the index finger of my left hand for the last five years. I know it showed up the summer after my wedding.

And I know it was still there the last week of June this year because I taught the 5 year olds in VBS. One of the little boys asked me how I got the wart on my finger and I told him it was from picking up frogs.

Well, somewhere in the last three weeks, my wart has disappeared. It’s not there anymore! Isn’t that weird?


Anniversary Kiss

5 yrs

Family Fun

The weather has been beautiful for the past week and we’ve been taking advantage of it! Monday night, Hubs and I took Bri to the park to play.

monkey bri

She worked off some serious energy scampering up and down the stairs. Whoever made the slides must have wanted to give us parents a heart-attack. They were full of random swerves that nearly threw Bri over the side. I nearly dropped the camera trying to rescue her a few times!

dangerous swerves ahead

I’m betting that the slidemaker either didn’t have kids at all or he only had boys. My poor little innocent girl had no idea that the swerves were coming. She nearly tumbled off!

bri the mountain climber

Hubs and I were both amazed by how high our little princess can climb now. She’s amazing! On one of her climbing escapades I snapped this shot of her fingers from underneath the stairs.

Bri's fingers through the stairs

Of course, she didn’t hold still long enough for me to get a super sharp image, but I thought it still looked pretty neat. After climbing the stairs several times, Bri wanted to swing. The girl LOVES to swing. She giggles the whole time. And her Daddy makes her laugh really hard by acting like she kicked his face in the upswing. He makes great sound effects to go with it and staggers off to the side.

bri pushing the swing

Tonight we took Bri out on another excursion. We went on our first family bike ride. Hubs hooked up the infant seat to my bike and I valiantly struggled along for a mile and a half. When we reached the half-way point he offered to switch bikes with me (even though mine had the girly bar – oh the horror!) and I jumped at the chance. He was a lot more sympathetic to my complaints after that and we both agreed that we need to replace the seat with one that has a LOT more padding. All in all, we had lots of fun together.

biker Bri and Daddy

Note: Hubs is all frowny in this picture because he wants me to put the camera away so that we can GO already. This was before we started riding. He was anxious to start moving. And that’s why I only have one picture and there are cars in the background.

day 5/7: bri doesn’t like april fool’s jokes

serious bri

Bri needed a diaper change after dinner and when we were finished, I jokingly said “Night, night” and tossed her into the crib. Poor little girl. She’s not old enough to understand a joke, and she started crying. Ooops! So I grabbed her back out of the crib and got the camera out to snap a picture. She was enamored by the auto timer, hence the studious expression. We then spent an hour jumping on Mommy and Daddy’s bed before it was really time for “Night, night.”

PS- I thought about posting a belly shot and saying “Guess who’s preggers? April fools!” But Hubs argued that some people can’t take a joke. So I decided not to do it.

An Afternoon in the Park

holding daddy's hand

reaching for daddy

swinging along

discovering the seesaw

mommy + bri

dreams of being a big girl

tic tac toe

Who says dreams don’t come true?

There were five tiny houses across the street and each was painted a different color. Their little porches and upper balconies were so cute despite the lack of space between them. In front of each house there were exactly two apple trees, but each house had a different color of apple growing. The blue house had green apples. The yellow house had red apples and so on.

Our house was much bigger and the wrap around porch with ceiling fans gave off a plantation era feel, even though the house had just been constructed. We stood together, looking out our fat wooden blinds at the five houses taking up the same amount of space across the street. It was beautiful. Then we decided to go on a walk.

At this point, the dream morphed. Hubster became Officer Hubster and when I looked down, I was wearing a uniform too. Behind us there were a few other officers trudging along and we were listening intently to Hubs because he was our boss.

At this point in my retelling of the dream, you’d hear real live Hubs butt in to ask “Were we married?”

I pause to consider the question. “I’m not sure honey. We were together, but it was more like a sidekick kind of thing. You were like Batman and I was like Robin. I don’t know if we were married.”

So back to the dream. Hubster was explaining to us the importance of not using the apples as weapons against bad guys. Remember all of the apple trees across the street? Well, there was an abundance of apples all over the ground as a result. So Hubs wanted us to know that even if a bad guy should come racing past at that exact moment, we should not throw any apples at him. Or her.

“But what if the bad guy was about to get away?” My dream-self protested. He shook his head at me. We continued walking for a long way to the sub station and the whole way there we argued about the use of apples as weapons.

When we reached the sub station, it was the size of a closet. Hubs sat at a desk and we scrunched together on the floor at his feet. It was night shift, so we were all going to have to stay awake for the night. Hubs asked if anyone wanted a Coke. I offered to go back to the house to get drinks for everyone. Hubster said to make sure I got myself a Coke too, because I’d need the caffeine to stay up. I disagreed. I told him that I could stay up just fine without any caffeine.

At this point, Hubster butts in again, “So we were married then.”

“What do you mean?” I said while pulling my mussed up hair back in a rubber band.

“We were arguing. So we must’ve been married.”

Both of us laughed. “I guess so.” I mused. “But seriously, you could use an apple as a weapon, couldn’t you?”

“No,” Hubs replied. “I was right in your dream. You wouldn’t throw an apple at a bad guy.”

I stared at him incredulously. “Are you kidding with me? Because surely you could throw an apple at a bad guy!”

Hubster countered with a fine argument on the intricacies of level of force and training. He finally convinced me that an apple would indeed be a poor choice for a weapon.

And there you have it. I dreamed about arguing with my Hubs and then I woke up and continued the argument. It was the BEST dream ever! And I’m very weird. Unless you haven’t figured that out by now.

Friday Flowers – Week 6 –

Hubster came home with an assortment of flowers this week so that I could make an arrangement. I had a blast moving through the kitchen, snipping stems and rearranging. This beautiful crystal pitcher was a wedding gift and I’ve only used it a handful of times. So I thought it would be perfect for an asymmetrical flower arrangement.

assymetrical arrangement

I must say that this has been my favorite edition of the weekly flowers so far. So pretty!

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