It's that time of week again. Macro Friday on Blogging from Bolivia. I took this picture at Storyland in New Hampshire. The kids were having fun with the rides, and I was having fun playing with my camera.
And, because I couldn't choose just one photo, I decided to share two others. The top photo is my "entry" though. :)
I went upstairs to make your bed tonight and saw your favorite blue blanket lying on the bed. I sat and fingered it for quite a while. I can't believe that you went away for the weekend and didn't take your lovey with you... that's a first. Don't get me wrong, I knew that this day would come. Grownups don't sleep with childhood security blankets, so just as with other childhood needs like bottles, binkies, rocking in the chair before bed, I knew this would one day end. It's just that this day snuck up on me.... another reminder of just how quickly you are growing up.
It's not the fact that you didn't take the blanket. It's the fact that when I finger this special Irish made blanket, I picture a little boy snuggling with it on my lap. I picture a little boy playing the flat blanket game with it with his Daddy and his twin sister. I picture all the times one of us has gone running to get it to soothe your tears. I remember myself, body swollen with two babies kicking inside, as I opened the package with the two blankets, one pink and one blue, so excited about meeting our precious first children. I picture you, my 5 pound newborn, my smiling infant, my inquisitive toddler who liked to give me "backward" hugs.
Please don't ever outgrow hugs, okay? And please don't outgrow your love for telling me all about your day.
A picture from a few years ago of all three of you sleeping in a hotel bed together cuddled up with your blankets. I think Alex wins the reward for being a wild sleeper!
It's that time of week again - Macro Friday. We spent some time at Storyland last weekend and I had fun trying to take pictures of the flowers and the bees. Thought I would share this picture. I'll share pictures of my adorable kids in another post! :)
This week I tried to take pictures of the scrumptious fruit salad we had for supper earlier in the week. One of my favorite things about summer is eating all the fresh fruit. My favorite part of this salad - definitely the raspberries!
Once again, I couldn't figure out which photo to pick. I chose the photo above as my entry, but am sharing the others that I took as well. Boy do I wish I had a macro lens!
It's time for Macro Friday again. Head on over to Blogging From Bolivia to check out all the amazing entries. Makes me really want to get a macro lens. LOL. Kind of difficult to shoot macro without a macro lens, but it is still fun to try. :)
Every year we say we are going to plant a garden in the back yard and every year we end up with planter boxes with veggies and a few tomato plants thrown in the spot by our porch. But... things do grow there. The kids are supper excited about their cucumbers. They LOVE cucumbers and can't wait to see how these taste. They don't care for tomatoes so much, but they do like to pick them. And, they love the name "Bloody Butcher" and like the idea of "Zebra Stripe" tomatoes.
My Macro Friday entry is the top photo... though I couldn't decide between the two.
My sweet husband grew up in a home where the division of labor between men and women is very very traditional. Men folk do the yard work and bring home the bacon. Women, they pretty much take care of everything else, especially "indoor chores". Me, I grew up in a home where roles were not traditional. My mom mowed the lawn and my Dad made many a meal. Hutch and I have been married for ten years now.... and, as you can surely guess, we've had many things to sort out as far as "division of labor"! :)
Hutch lets me mow the lawn now and again, and I work part time outside the home. I've learned how much it means to Hutch to have me have a hot meal on the table when he gets home from work, and for me to match up his work clothes and keep up with his laundry.
But... on to the story. Apart from doing dishes when I'm at work and carrying the laundry up and down the stairs, Hutch doesn't do many domestic chores. But, when I ask him to do something, he usually quite willingly obligues. Over the years, mopping the floor has become one of "his" jobs. He doesn't do it often, but when he does, boy does that floor shine!
Apparently Hutch recently decided that mopping the floor the traditional way is more "women's work". He invented his own "manly" way of mopping the floor. I came home to see this, his invention........
He took his power sander and attached a sponge to it, and proceeded to clean our kitchen floor!
Apparently it is a lot more fun that way, and, according to him, it cleans much more effectively!
I say I don't care how he cleans the floor, as long as he is cleaning it!