The thing about committing to do something every single day for a year is that some days, you feel terribly uninspired and unmotivated.
Today was one of those days.
You guys like birds, right?
Just in case you’re missing kid pictures, here’s a quick phone snap of someone just up from his nap.
That’s pretty much my favorite time of day with him. Sweet and cuddly.
I’m sorry if you read my blog just for the kid pictures. Aaron took the kids out geocaching today, and I had some time alone.
I recently lost my tripod quick-shoe, the part that holds the camera onto the tripod. I’m not even sure how or when it fell off, but I walked over to the park where Gus, Lena and I went last Thursday to see if it might be there. Nope.
It was so beautiful out that I kept on walking. Towards a nearby historic cemetery.
If you ever thought that state we live in is flat:
This cemetery is very large. Graves from the 1860s onward.
As it turns out, the cemetery is larger than I realized, with only one exit. Whoops. I walked a bit longer than planned.
The left was taken on my walk home, the other later in the evening, after the moon rose.
Muffin taste tester. I made 81 mini chocolate chip banana oat muffins this morning. He was sad I wouldn’t let him eat all 81.
Why do I share so many more pictures of Gus than of his siblings? Well, he’s always on my heels. These two, however, who knows what they’re up to. Here they are playing a game on Aaron’s phone.
I’m exhausted. That’s why I didn’t blog yesterday. Not so much tired exhausted, just I-can’t-do-one-more-thing exhausted. So, I’m going to go light on the words and share some moments from our last two days.
Funny Face Friday:
Gus has taken it upon himself to start helping me feed the dogs.
I hand him the bowls. He does a thorough visual inspection of the food and asks me “What’s dat?” at least 3 times, before I open the dog crate.
We both then tell the dogs to sit and once they are sitting, they get their bowl.
Fascinating business, right?
In exchange for feeding them, he expects the dogs to be his favorite cushion whenever required.
…this is what happens when I commit to posting every day.
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