In the process of cleaning out, really *ahem* nesting, and preparing for out next new addition, I found some real, daily thanksgiving for Hubby. Apparently nearly five years ago for a VERY short period of time I chose to write each day one or two things for which I wanted to thank him. Five years later we tonight we shared a smile, a laugh, and a genuine sense of love in these words. Yep, this is a good practice. Hmmmm… Maybe I need to start doing this again…
We are still keeping after the getting well business over here. I made a serious dent in both the laundry and the dishes today, but we are still way behind. Work on my show has been put on hold until we can get everyone well; I know I’ll have to play catch up later, but the boys (all 3 of them) need me right now. We are all looking forward to the day when we will no longer cough, when we will all sleep soundly at night, and when we can get out and about without feeling like we are sharing our misery with the rest of our town.
We hope all of you are healthy!
One of the many, many things I love about going back to Texas is getting to see the trees I grew up with. You see, even the trees are different down in the Lone Star State. I marvel at the Texas Live Oak trees; to me they feel like the quintessential tree. I’m sure that it’s just me, but they seem to have the perfect shape. Of course, there are other trees in Texas you don’t find in Kansas…
One of our wonderful dates last week was to the ballgame with friends. We had a FABULOUS evening. It started off with a tasty, albiet hot and windy, tailgate dinner before the game, continued with amazing seats and wonderful company, and ended with a pleasant and breezy evening that had us hanging out in the parking lot while the traffic cleared even after we jump started one of the cars. Hubby and I almost didn’t want to come home!
The view from our seats!
I have also been taking a few hip shots lately; I’m discovering that you have to take a WHOLE lot of them, and that there is an art to this that takes some serious practice. A couple of the ones I took at the game:
We headed to a local dairy farm for a tour today; the folks at Shatto Milk are kind enough to open up the operation for city folk like us to come and see what they do. While the toddler embraced every opportunity he could on the farm, the bigger little guy found the whole experience a bit frightening. He did tell us tonight that he had fun, and, ironically, that his favorite part was watching them milk the cows. This was, of course, the part of the tour that had frightened him the most. Go figure!
I’ll let the photos from our tour tell the rest of the story:
