One sibling photo a week throughout the year. 33/52
So many thoughts about one little photo. What better fun than playing in the dirt in your back yard, burying fallen pears in a hole with 1) a self-made masking tape crown on your head, 2) mismatched clothes, 3) a winter jacket even though its 80ish degrees outside, 4) shoes on the wrong feet and wearing Target-employee colors, and 5) no pants? Quirky bunch.
I don’t know how we’ve managed it, but until this week, we’ve never had an unsanctioned haircut in the house, which is amazing considering the number of children involved. The smiley sister who got her hair cut last week decided to try out her own developing skills on the littlest sister and cut herself two little curls from the side of her head. I would have included a photo of where they went missing from, but honestly, it’s barely noticeable (whew). I almost missed the whole event altogether until I found a pair of kid’s scissors on the table and these two little curls on the floor. Let’s hope this is the last of our hair shenanigans.
This kid lost another tooth today, and looks entirely too old in this photo. Stay little please. Pretty please.
“How precious is Your unfailing love, O God! All humanity finds shelter in the shadow of Your wings. You feed them from the abundance of Your own house, letting them drink from Your river of delights. For You are the fountain of life, the light by which we see.” Psalm 36:7-9 NLT
Update on goals for week 33:
1) Run/walk at least 10 miles per week. Week 33 ~ 18 Run/Walk miles traveled, 379mi in 2015
2) Write 10,000 words weekly. Week 33 ~ 2000 words completed, 98,100 words in 2015
961. a solid 18 miles, 962. delicious loaded potato salad and burgers on the grill, 963. details and work done in preparation for homeschool co-op that starts in a few weeks, 964. nighttime graces with a sick little, 965. lots of behind-the-scenes creative work, 966. rock pillows, 967. evening backyard girl’s night with amazing food & friends, 968. digging into a new book, 969. new box spring (and consequently whole revamped bedroom area) for the oldest who couldn’t be more excited about her new space, 970. later evening crafting with #1 when she told me out-of-the-blue how special I am to her