Gretchen
and her BFF got glammed up for their playdate. She looked so awesome
in the earrings that we had to send them home with her. Luckily
Adrianne will restock our glam-box with a new stash of AWESOME at next
sample sale. Are you jealous of how fun their playdates are? I know, I
am too. I want a weekly playdate filled with this much entertainment! (Though to be honest, just watching them play is entertainment enough. Their drama could put the
telenovelas to shame. For reals.)
We've
found a lot of treasures as we clean out piles of stuff from storage.
Like this swing, now hanging from a beam over our covered patio. This
swing has provided hours of entertainment.
It's
also provided some pain too. It came untied and dropped Ella's BFF
onto the patio mid-swing. We now have a No Friends On The Dangerous
Swing rule. My kids are ok, of course. Because Danger is a middle
name. In our family. For certain babies.
I
found some big 'ol canvas in storage (see? Storage is the gift that
keeps on giving. All you have to do is put stuff away for 5 years and
you'll be amazed at what comes out.) Gretchen & I made a Jackson
Pollock painting for the living room. She was ridiculously good at it.
Far better than me.
Speaking of art, if you're in the
Seattle Area, you might accidentally bump into some graffitti art that
looks strikingly similar to Ella and Gretchen's dad...
Apparently
Uncle Tyler & Auntie Meghan saw a poster very similar to this one
on their way to the store the other day. "Hey, is that COLBY?" Yes,
yes it is. Obey Colby. Obey him. We got our own copy in the mail this
week from the artist's wife. It's going on our picture wall tomorrow.
And then maybe the 2nd copy will end up downtown near the river. If I
can bear to part with it. (I don't think I can. I love it too much.)
Who
knew that 3 miles from our house there was a super cool nature center?
Not me! But luckily someone at Ella's school did! I helped drive for
the field trip. Here they are looking at pond water.
This may or may not be the boy who held her hand secretly under the table... Also, I'm not sure who's backpack that is. It's not ours.
Ours
is pink with hearts. See? Yeah, the one with random stuffed animals
hanging off it. That I am carrying. Not my kids. Uh huh.
Second
grade ended on Tuesday. Can you believe it? Neither can I. The kids
were really upset about it, as you can see. Ella had a speaking part in
the school play. She was a Gardener in the Garden Show. I think we
could all pretty much recite the whole play by the time her performance
came around. We'll be singing songs about compost for years to come.
It'll be like when Aunt Adrianne was the Shoemaker's wife in her school
play. I STILL REMEMBER HER LINES!!! "Oh Hans, we are so hungry and
there are still so many shoes to finish. Whatever will we do..."
(Shoot, maybe I don't remember. I bet she does though... Adrianne,
type your line into the comments section, will ya?)
Speaking
of Adrianne, look at that adorable baby bump. Don't you just want to
walk up to her in public and invade her personal space by rubbing your
hands all over it? I know, right?
Gretchen
had her Preschool Graduation this week too. Wait, doesn't she have one
more year of Preschool? Yes. She does. Maybe that's why she decided
she didn't want to wear her Graduation Cap.
Or, you know, pay attention during the song performance. (She
really did very well. She sang the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of that
teapot song. And the baby bumble bee song. And the months of the year
song.) But you know Gretchen, always has to do her own thing.
And so our summer begins. Ella just got out of bed to ask me
what we're doing tomorrow. I told her she'd be cleaning the bathroom.
That'll teach her to get out of bed (insert mad scientist laugh here).
What will we ACTUALLY DO? Stay tuned, when I figure it out, I'll let
you know...
xo
