Having flowers on the back deck makes such a difference in how it feels there. I love all the bright colors–both of the flowers and leaves and the flowerpots. Lyle waters them with a watering can that’s almost too heavy for him to carry.
I know it seems like I’ve forgotten about this blog, but I actually think about it quite often. It’s just that that’s all I do–think.
A couple weekends ago, we planted some flowers and herbs and cantaloupes in all the pots we have had sitting around empty all fall & winter. The cantaloupes were Lyle’s idea. I have no idea if these seedlings will manage to produce fruit for us or not. The day after we planted them, Lyle woke up and bounded out of bed saying, “I want to go check and see if there are any cantaloupes yet!”
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A couple weeks ago Jeff and I went to Vegas for a few days of playing. We try to go every year…it’s the only place I vacation that I keep going back to regularly. What I love about Vegas is that everyone (on the Strip, anyway) is on vacation, so you’re always surrounded by people who are just having fun. And I love how over-the-top it all is. It’s a surreal week in some ways but it’s so much fun.
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This is the baby of one of my best friends from high school. I did a session with them while I was in Dallas last month. We spent more time catching up than we did taking pictures. Here are a few that I liked from her session. Baby Andrew was 12 days old in these.
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I’m late with this post (what’s new?). Two weeks ago I took Lyle to upstate New York to hang out with friends for a week. Not just a few friends, but a LOT of friends, from all over the U.S. (and one who came from London). Mostly moms and kids, with a few husbands thrown into the mix, too. At the highest point I think there were 17 kids and nearly as many adults. We slept in various spots in two big houses–the host’s and her mother-in-law’s house next door. We spent the days hanging out and talking. We cooked together and ate together–there was always something happening in the kitchen. The kids played together and loved it–the house full of toys, all the other kids, the snow outside.
Lyle was particularly enamored of a 6-month-old baby who laughed with him the very first night we arrived–Lyle referred to him the rest of the week as “that baby I make laugh.” He also really liked “the boy in the orange shirt,” even on the subsequent days when the boy was no longer wearing an orange shirt.
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