concrete angel

typical max:

find a blanket.

and lay down with it.

anywhere.

corn flakes and ice cream

when i was a kid johanna's was my favorite restaurant.
corn flakes and ice cream.
it was on the menu.
and my mom always let me order it.
so sunday night i told brennan all about how we were going to breakfast on dad's day off, and that he could order corn flakes and ice cream if he wanted.
which of course he did.
and you know what?!?!
they don't have it on the menu anymore.
good thing i talked up the hot chocolate and scones too.
otherwise we would have had a real emergency on our hands.
new labor day tradition,
i hope.

max ate half of this scone herself.
i kid you not.

walking on the ball of my left foot.

for the last week i've been walking on the ball of my left foot.

a 2 hour walk in flip flops is to blame.

and my abnormally high arches.

good thing i'm married to doctor.

private physical therapy:)

and a free tape job.

i know,

i'm

LUCKY:)

today was the first day i've been able to walk semi-flat footed.

good thing it's getting cool enough outside for TOMS.

b/c they have a little arch support.

who knew flip flops could be so mean?

does this mean i'm getting OLD???

go cougs

just know that saturday afternoon was ALMOST not pretty at the gibson home.

thank goodness the cougs pulled through in the 4th quarter.

as usual.

and beat ole miss.

14-13.

like i said,

ALMOST not pretty.

but turned out pretty.

really pretty.

just not as pretty as max;)

she drives a tough competition though.

 



2 brekie's

first she eats her breakfast.

then she get down from her seat.

and climbs up into brennan's seat.

and eats his.

it's really funny.

what's not funny?

the jeep stalling.

and the ac going out in it yesterday.

actually is IS kind of funny.

until it's not.

jeep!

jeep for sale!

Not a MAC.

FIXED:):):)
not a mac,
But thanks to my amazingly talented brother in law it was all free.
And it is wonderful.
I guess I'm just not meant for a mac.
For now.

I'm already counting down.

Beth is moving to Germany.
Next week.
Tragic!!!
T-minus 18 months and one week until she gets home.
But who's counting???
Me.

Surrender

When Monday's got ya beat,
Surrender to shave ice.
Size large.
It's bigger than max's head.

Intoxicating

I have vivid memories of walking around my house as a baby/toddler sucking my thumb, with my blanket up to my nose, and the rest trailing behind me.
I love that max does it the same way.
And I remember how it was so intoxicating:)
Heaven.

Please, tell me it's not.

The dragon flies are circling my yard tonight.
And we are feasting on cherry tomatoes.
I spent the day alternating motrin and Tylenol with max.
She has gone no where without her binky, bunny, and blanky.
The boys left us with warmed up leftovers and no bake cookies, and headed to the block party next door.
After watching CNN all afternoon I have learned that every segment begins with,
"we have breaking news."
Even if it was the same breaking news as it was five minutes ago.
It was exciting the first two times.
Then it got annoying.
But I still can't turn it off.
Weird.
How are we going to eat all of these tomatoes???











My bell peppers are FINALLY producing:):):)
And my sunflowers are about to tip right over.
I have let the weeds take over.
And am wondering if I wait another week if I will be able to get away with only weeding one more time before it snows.
Wishful thinking?
Please, tell me it's not.