This is Summer.
I’ve been busy living life.
Go figure, right?
Instagram makes it so easy to snap pictures with my iPhone and create quick memories. I don’t have a lot of time to edit real photos lately. I even tested prints from iPhone photos, I got 5×5’s, and they came out great. The ones I got printed were Hipstamatics. I bet the Instagrams will be even better! (I got them printed from WHCC, the professional place I use for clients.)
Check out my fridge! These are the 5×5 prints. A few are from my real camera, but most are iPhone photos. Of course it looks way better in person. Instagram of Instagrams…hah. I laminated them so when kitchen splashes/wear and tear hit the pictures I can just wipe them off. They also won’t curl up and fade now.
We’ve been enjoying summer weather.
You know summer’s here when the blackberries are getting ripe!
Rosie is into making books lately. We work on them outside in the evenings at our picnic table.
Here’s one in progress.
(Soon I have to scan and share her version of Cinderella…Tyler and I laughed so hard we cried.)
Rosie draws the pictures and then tells me exactly what to write. Later she colors them and we staple it into a book.
"Gid Bay" is how Rosie sounded out "goodbye".
Ada is constantly on the attack, which is why my handwriting is so messy!
This is what Ada prefers to do.
She really loves to get wet and dirty. A lot. A whole lot.
Ducks have destroyed my ENTIRE garden.
Good thing they are so cute.
They break through every fence and barrier I’ve erected. They ate half of the garden and trampled the rest.
Rosie is always drawing and writing.
(I drew, she colored.)
Ada is always in motion.
And bike rides, can’t forget those.
Rosie is still trying to get the hang of peddling. She has trouble getting started then keeping momentum.
Caterpillar collecting in pajamas…it’s in a cocoon now!
Intense coloring sessions!
Watching the Easter chicks grow up…
Rosie’s favorite chick Feathery died.
We buried her at Rosie’s request in a graveyard. Rosie insisted Feathery be buried in this old 1800’s graveyard in the woods behind a local historical house.
We took Feathery’s body to the graveyard with a shovel, walked into the woods, and Rosie had this specific spot picked out.
She was so sad over Feathery’s death that I couldn’t say no.
I wasn’t sure how deep it was safe to dig. When I hit an old rusted nail I freaked out and refused to dig any further! The things I do for my children.
So Feathery is now resting peacefully on top of a grave from 1801.
In Feathery’s memory I made a crochet Feathery. Rosie *loves* her!
That took enough precious time to post.
Back to living and not sitting in front of this computer screen!