|baby blue is quite alarmed at the dirty involved in making things pretty|
|the kids and i find motivation in food|
spreading bark reveals a lot about me and brad and our marriage. how different we are, how well we compliment one another.
|cupcake is really not enjoying this process|
while i am chatting to him about how adorable ayla jo looked bundled this morning when we went to meet the schoonvelds at lawrence street park, how bear , how maxer got stuck on top of the dog house outside. on the inside i am thinking, wow, i just broke a nail, i am getting hot and sweaty, what time can i sneak inside to start making dinner. i start trying to get compliments and affirmation from brad. how does this look? is this thickness allright babe?
|much like his daddy. maxer is very dedicated and hardworking|
brad responds only in grunts. he is whistling bark in the wheelbarrow faster than i can finish explaining how spring makes me feel. he stomps to the area requiring bark flings it down and is back to the pile while i trudge after him, and awkwardly weild the wheelbarrow when requested.
|teamwork, auntie beans' pup and bear|