We've skipped spring and gone straight through to summer with temperatures in mid-80's the last 2 days. The kids both loved it the first day. The second day Camden decided he'd had enough of "summer" and was ready for winter to come back. Rory cries every time we have to go inside. They're both turning brown already while I follow them around with the camera (I swear we may not survive this photography class and my quest for the right pictures for each assignment) and sweat.
A little sidewalk chalk
Some running around
A little pouting at "bwudder" not wanting to play with her Alot of baseball She's trying really hard to play like Camden Chasing Camden back to home plate
Welcome to November, friends. We're already halfway through the month which seems impossible. Also, a bit melancholy since November and December are my two favorite months of the year and I don't want to speed through even a little bit of it. It's hard to know where to pick up since I have been so negligent in this space for much of 2019.
Did I mention Brian backed up the van smashing our Yaris into smithereens? Should we talk about the night Rory didn't tell me about the overflowing toilet until said water was inches deep? Or how she brought me a hand towel to soak up the inches of water? Or how about the toilet water dripping through the ceiling? I say we should move right along!
1. I'll start with Rory's first overnight youth group trip last weekend. A friend texted me over the weekend with the words, "How is she old enough to be here?" and that sums it up. Brian, Camden, and I went to see the new biopic Harriet; we all highly recommend the movie.…
Round two of chemo was last Tuesday and it took a solid week before I felt myself again. Thankfully, I have a bit of extra time before the next one because of a work trip. I have no actual pictures from the past 10 days, but I did find a couple of not-Instagram worthy photos that are sentimental to me. Camden and I watching TV together; he's a giant these days.
1. We're setting heat records even though it's mid-September. I burned a fall candle, bought a cardigan, even jumped on the pumpkin spice cold brew wagon and it did nothing to usher in cooler temps. We're all ready for summer to say goodbye.
2. Speaking of chemo, I'm not supposed to completely lose my hair this time, but my eyelashes are definitely falling out and my hair just feels strange. While I don't noticeably see it falling out, there are definitely thinner spots and it looks dull. I'm trying to be glad it's not gone altogether.
3. And while we're still on chemo, I had the crazy idea of …
We almost always travel for Thanksgiving, but for multiple reasons, we spent Thanksgiving at home this year. It was lovely, and we gained much-needed time in this short break by not spending it on the road. Becky flew in for a much too brief visit; Uncle Dennis and Aunt Dana, Corey and Diane drove up just in time to eat lunch, spend a few hours chatting over many, many desserts. No, really, we had a lot of desserts: chocolate cheesecake (Dennis's specialty), chocolate birthday cake for Becky, vanilla cheesecake for Diane's birthday, and pumpkin dump cake because Thanksgiving. Our Thanksgiving holiday included too much eating, two intense games of Nertz, less intense games of dominoes with Addison. Becky was here just long enough to have one quiet morning at Liz's house, mom and dad's, and our home. The adults left the kids at home (isn't it amazing to be able to do that?) and went to see It's A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood at the theater. The consensus was t…