It has been a crazy month (and a half), y’all! I feel like any moment I’ve had to sit down and blog has been swallowed up by my overwhelming need to simply stare off into space. (Or watch another episode of Gilmore Girls.) My brain is fried!
Good thing my camera captured all the memories, because, seriously. Where did the time go?
After our double-header birthday for the boys in May, we dove right in with another: our Spice girl turned 3!! This is, quite truly, cray-cray. Three seems so old, doesn’t it? But it’s particularly unreal when she celebrates the milestone by creating not one but two murals for her bedroom wall. In different mediums. One of them unwashable. Yeah. That will be another post for another time.
Moving right along…
We spent the end of June on the road. In our van. With four kids under 8. Actually, it all went fairly smoothly. We drove from Seattle to Santa Barbara in two (looooooooong) days, then camped out for a family reunion with my husband’s awesome family. Beautiful beach days, delicious food, and fabulous family time. I love the photo of my father-in-law and his baby sis helping their mom over the tree roots at the wildlife reserve where we ate lunch. May every mother know how much she is cherished, amen?
From there, we headed to San Francisco to meet up with my heart-sister who I hadn’t seen in 6 years!! We spent a day playing tourists: we traipsed to Chinatown, slurped clam chowder from sourdough bowls at Fisherman’s Wharf, said hi to the sea lions, and climbed a heckuva lotta hills!
I was surprised how many people in San Francisco commented on the size of our family (positively, but in utter and complete shock). I mean, we garner stares in Seattle, too, but never to this degree. It cracked us up! People would actually point at us and count out loud; I felt like we were part of Sesame Street special. “One little kid…mwahaha… Two little kids…mwahaha…”
A fun discovery was a beautiful church we found on the outskirts of San Francisco’s little Italy. We got to attend a lovely weekday morning Mass there before hitting the road for our two-day trek back to Washington. (Did we ever need the grace!)
And barely had we returned when our sweet Sugar up and turned 8 on us! How do these things happen? One day, you’re on the labor and delivery table, and the next, she’s making breakfast for you from scratch and your baby boy has ditched his training wheels.
This week, our 8-year-old attended her first week of CYO camp, riding horses, swimming, and generally having the time of her life. It’s a blessed summer, and a blessed life–and thankfully, there’s more to come!
We are off again for a family campout on the Sound. Blessings + graces + love upon you all and on all your adventures this week. Until next time.
Sweetness + grace,