After vacation, we did the lake thing. Like we do every summer.
It was fun. As it is every summer.
The kids got along. As they do every summer (at least up until this point).
Much water shenanigans were involved. As there are every summer.
You get my point. Yes?
(I took TONS more photos, but I’m always a bit wary of sharing other kiddos’ images. So mostly mine represented here.)
Experiencing a teensy little bit of stress. (Well, OK, a little bit more than teensy.) Figured I could use a reminder not to let the pessimism overtake my thoughts.
We visited my mom this weekend. Devin and I. I persuaded the two of them to join me for a coffee outing at the very excellent Water Street Coffee Joint. This mocha was truly as dreamy as it looks.
I’ve been whining about fall. Or the lack thereof. Sunday delivered one of those perfect days I’d been waiting for. And we got our butts moving with some major yard work. All three of us. Dev was pretty darn helpful, actually. Later in the day he rode his bike past his friend Noah’s house, saw them raking and joined right in.
This weekend is supposed to be nice again. And a trip to Grandma’s house is in the offing. So we’ll be frolicking in her leaves instead!
Did you have a happy holiday?
Here it was pretty warm and merry and cheerful. The kid happily zipped through his presents. The dinner came together pretty easily. And we enjoyed some darn good family time.
One more holiday left to celebrate. One more week left in the year. I hope your day was peaceful and joyful.
I’m trying to get back into taking photos. I’m mad at my camera so I’ve been giving it the cold shoulder. Instead, I really should give it some TLC and try to milk some more time out of it. I was “this close” to buying a new one several weeks ago, but the economic crap is hitting us hard. So, yeah. Patience, which I have none of, is the thing I need to concentrate on.
So because I still don’t understand my flash very well I decided to play around a little bit with the closest willing model. I actually took my 50mm off for a bit too. I grabbed my Tamron and played with the 17mm “almost fisheye” aspect. Bounced the flash off the wall behind me. Maggie is so tolerant. Lucy, on the other hand, came in, walked around the chair* a few times and exited.
*My $3 bargain chair that I scooped up at the employee store the other day.
My goal is to take a photo this week. I used to snap at least one every day. I haven’t given my camera any love or affection in a while. Part of the reason may be because it’s starting to fail on me and I’m terrified of that eventuality. But maybe if I clean the sensor and lenses, then give it a big hug, it will hang in there for at least a couple of more months. TLC can’t hurt, right?
I have had days when my husband is away and I’ve gotten everything done fairly flawlessly, including getting the kiddo fed, played with and in bed without many antics.
Today was not one of those days.
95% of it went well. The 5% that didn’t, though, makes me feel like the worst mom in the world.
You know, there’s a huge responsibility in parenting. There is nature, yes, but there is most definitely nurture. When I have days like today, that scares me a bit. To be a part of shaping his future self can be exciting at times, but I honestly shrink from it too. What if I screw him up? What if he goes through therapy some day and the fingers all point back at me? What if he turns away from me at some point, never to turn back?
I absolutely hate it when I let myself feel this way. Yet sometimes I do.
The weekend turned out to be scrumptious. A little chill in the morning air, but plenty of sunshine and opportunities to be outside. And boy were we!
The kiddo and I spent two hours at the Portage Creek Bicentennial Park with friends on Saturday. (He was so exhausted he almost fell asleep at dinner). We saw two deer and three snakes. Then I took the dog for a walk near my mom’s house and had the chance to see two more deer. We played lots of catch and soccer in the backyard yesterday, then I took the canine for one more walk, where we saw deer tracks but nothing of the real things.
Superbly pleasant weekend, except for the fact that Scott wasn’t there with us.
I very much dislike hot, muggy summer evenings. But it’s funny how quickly the temps took a turn this weekend. Now we’re waking up to mornings where you would gladly reach for a sweatshirt. There’s a cool breeze gliding through my office window right now. I can feel fall heading our way. And any day now I’ll see the sedum blooms and have further proof.