end of summer misc.

this shot made me smile. how they adore their daddy. (and matt hasselbeck)

football players eat much food.


is this NOT the sweetest face?? i know i shouldn't have had my phone out while driving, let alone be taking pictures but really now, could you resist?
i think not.

my parents anniversary dinner. sweet, sweet shot. thank you mom and dad for loving each other so well.

God is faithful.

a generation of much noise.

passing time....

another day of pacing the floor, wondering what activities i can find to fill in our last days of summer before school starts. berthusen park is always a great standby. unfortunately, ALL the bugs in whatcom county also thought this would be a good spot to pass time. of course, i can't have children who are content to just swing, like 'normal' children, but they want to explore and find as many disgusting animals (seriously, they found every one) as possible. and of course, it wouldn't be a trip to berthusen without making our way to the rope swing, which i might add is in the belly of the whale, so to speak. thankfully, once they started giggling (boys do that too) it was worth the ninety million bits and cuts and sweat and.....it was worth it all.

big boy is lovingly trying to get little boy to fall off the swing so he could have a turn. it worked.

"mom, this is a place to play, NOT to waste our time taking pictures. hurry it up". good thing we had 30 otter pops and 7 water bottles along for break time. i guess that explains why that backpack (which NO ONE wanted to hold!) was so bloody heavy. at least we were hydrated.

jacko was a pro at this. except of course that time when sambo tackled him to the ground.

sorry this is blurry but the more i looked at it, it looks like i meant for it to turn out this way. i didn't.

this rope swing was a thorn in max's side. can't say as he enjoyed it so much.

this is my dear friend lynda and two of her three children. mady and keaton. love these sweet souls.

lasts....

last game night of the summer.

a normal sighting. daddy and maxwell. daddy is MOST likely sleeping.

produce????

earlier this year, in a moment of weakness, we decided to plant a garden.

again.

a garden TWICE the size that 'NORMAL' people can maintain. unless of course, you're my nephew britt and his wife, shana. but they aren't normal. :) they are SUPER gardeners. they even Can!!!

so my dear mother went and bought a mother-load (get it, mother-mother-load???) of plants.

and we got to planting.

in my/our minds, how hard can this gig be?

get out the rototiller.

throw in a few plants/seeds.

water once a week. (or bi-weekly??)

watch the fruits (or vegetables :)) of your labor.

oh, fyi. throwing 30 seeds in one hole will NOT and i REPEAT, will NOT produce squat!

or so i've heard.

if you could see the sad state that our garden is in, you'd wonder how ANYTHING edible could come out of it. really, it's so overgrown with weeds that i was too embarrassed to take a picture. and you know i don't have a whole lot of pride.

it's THAT bad.

forgive the dorky look on my face here but oh, the pride.

you just wait, next year i'm going to be begging you, just like my friend jill sipma, to come and TAKE all my extra produce.

it will be busting at the seams. i can just feel it.

plus, i have 8 months to read up on how many seeds is appropriate to put in one hole.

you're never to old to learn, right??

third times a charm.