I’d say we are long overdue for a catch up on my world according to Instragram… the last one was TWO months ago… Life, it so gets in the way of blogging. Two gold stars and a hug for anyone who makes it to the end.
George likes to make sure we know he’s there… this is what my Saturday nights mostly look like. Well, now that we have moved, Simon and I sit on different pieces of furniture and George has to choose between us (I usually win – at least the dog likes ME best.).
One of the last elementary school pick ups…
The brothers at Millennium Park what seems like a millennium ago…
And rewarded I was with a house and new furniture, which was actually a reward for the past 10 years of work and smaller house living. Details. [Side note: I’m going to miss that boomerang counter top.]
Poor George does not like being walked but preschoolers.
Blurry but still pretty.
Getting so old and handsome.
Ten minutes earlier: “I’m not tired.” Ten minutes later: “I wasn’t snoring.” Lie and lie.
Cannot resist that face.
Banana Bread Brownies with Brown Butter Frosting… for real good.
The cousins three in Whitehall… soon Ethan will be running along with them.
First fire of the season.
The boys with their girl friends who they have known since birth and went to daycare with for years. Love.
Sitting on the potty, pretending to be pooping. In other news, still keeping it classy on the blog.
Perfect blue sky with white fluffy clouds. Pure Michigan.
Second to last day of school.
With his teacher and the beginning (top) and end (bottom) of the year. I didn’t realize how much her hair changed until I saw this; she is still just as adorable. Liam told me today, “It’s so far into summer I almost don’t remember my teacher’s name. Wait, I do!”
Simon and Liam… maybe related.
First and last day of first grade. Liam was officially a second grader and I just about teared up driving out of the parking lot.
Last day of school dinner celebration at Smashburger.
Screen time = five minutes of silence.
The first tooth finally came out thanks to Grandpa and his tooth-pulling skills.
A rare moment of brotherly togetherness. Not sure we can call it love, but I’ll take it.
And another real fortune. Still waiting for the thrilling time.
Someone got a misguided tattoo… olive oil made it come right off. Good to know.
A photo of a photo of my ancestors. A happy bunch.
Totally rocking swimming lessons.
Totally doing it wrong, person I have never seen before in my
Finally getting serious with the packing… only leaving out the essentials. Vinegar, garlic salt and Jane’s Crazy Mixed Up salt for salads, cinnamon sugar for Jack’s toast and strawberries and honey for my Fage greek yogurt.
Swimming lessons are serious business.
Finally giving a smile and thumbs up on the last day of class.
Amore… delicious. Along with some fine gnocchi, we also had risotto fritters and I was in love.
Keys to the new house!
A final farewell to the church domes we saw every day on our way home to the old house.
A new TV means countless remotes and a very happy husband. I confess, I now hate our very old box TV we have in our room. I am ruined.
First play date at the new house… perfect for visiting our river access point. And perfect for burning the energy that multiplies when four boys are together.
The fountain in the pond across the street from the new house… it’s like we moved to paradise (just ignore the million mosquitoes and baby raccoons lying in wait).
Baby Ethan came for a visit… he also brought his brother and mother 🙂
George has a hard life.
The rules for Pokemon club… #4 is the best, though they are all pretty good.
Black on black, a study.
My new house key (Go State!) and manicure (Vexed Violette).
Getting cavities filled, sadly, Jack was just like a normal kid with extra smiles on the nitrous and they flushed it out of his system before he left the room so we didn’t get to laugh at him on the way home. We got back in two weeks for a second filling for Jack… now that he knows what is coming (decidedly not a fan of the “pinch” of the Novocaine needle) not sure how fun it’s going to be BUT the pediatric dentist was AWESOME so who knows… it might go okay. Ha.
Just another Friday night in the neighborhood. This is what I could get used to and since we’re not moving for another 25 years, I’ll have plenty of time to do just that.
Hello, baby Silas, welcome to the world (and Panera)… so loved getting to cuddle you.
All gussied up for a wedding… I think the Aussie is a keeper.
The three amigos… we have been friends for what seems like forever, made countless questionable choices (notably, every item of clothing in middle school and some from high school) but we clean up well and end the day smiling. Happy wedding day, Mrs. Kreisler! And lovely spending the evening with you, Po Po Lambchops.
I hate the hot. Why are the weather people never wrong about a heatwave? Just once I would love for them to predict 95 and humid and have it turn out to be 75 and mild. Then I would hate them a little less.