Nothing of note to blog about today, or this week really. It's gorgeous outside and we're making up for nine months indoors by spending every sunny hour outdoors. For me that means dirty kids, dirty laundry and a dirty house. For Luke it means a whole new world of playing in the sand and slides that he's no longer afraid to slide down. For Paul is means taking naps in the car seat and nursing on park benches.
I really love summer, sunglasses, hot pink tote bags, popsicles and pretty gardens.
Now, someone kick me in August when I start blogging about how I miss wearing wool turtleneck sweaters and making chicken wild rice soup.