My brain is mush.
As my fingers search the keyboard for the words needed to create a worthwhile entry, I find myself distracted. Scrolling through my latest selection of pictures, I wait for a thought that will tie them together and then:
My mind is blank. I think I've found the reason behind my lack of focus.
Does something look slightly amiss? Scratch that. Does something look completely amiss?
Ladies and Gentlemen, wearing socks and shoes to the swimming pool is an unfortunate consequence of extreme frugality. Yes, he owns sandals. Yes, they are still in storage. Yes, we were aware of the flip flops Old Navy had on sale for A DOLLAR. In fact, my dear brother offered to fetch us a pair. Did Andrew take him up on said offer? Clearly, he.did.not.
It's okay. We won't judge. Right Henry?
"Okay, Mom! Whatever you say!"
Don't ask me why, but I've always been attracted to Andrew's ability to not care about the opinions of others. He has a quiet confidence which appeals to me. And while we're on the topic of my spouse's cool factor (or lack of it), he took the kids for a ride on Bubba's motorcycle and scooter this weekend... which they loved. Even though she asked very nicely, we didn't let this peanut go for a ride. But she absolutely loved her time in the pool.
It wasn't long until Bubba was out cruising with the kids himself. Who is the bigger kid? I think I love this picture.
And this one too.
My thoughts drift to the South often. I miss "our life" - whatever that means. I miss the phone calls I used to receive regularly from my friends there. But then, I find myself chopping up a salad in Grandma Flegal's kitchen or watching my kids thread buttons at her side:
"We're playing!" Grandma will say. And I'm suddenly offering a silent prayer of thanks.