This past Saturday was the opening day for the archery hunt. My husband left on Friday afternoon so he was all set up for opening morning. (Wish him luck!)
The plan is for us to meet up on Sunday afternoon. After church, I'll load up a picnic lunch and we'll meet about an hour's drive for me (2 hours for him - he gets better fuel mileage). And our son will stay with him for the rest of the week. Sounds simple, right?
All is going to plan. Have lunch ready before church. Go to church. Have my cell phone ring during Sunday School opening prayer (isn't there a reason why I haven't brought it with me for several years?), and well, get home, pack, and headed out for a great afternoon.
Get to the park where we're meeting. Eat lunch. Enjoy the sun!!! Watch the kids play. Talk. Trade stuff from my vehicle to his truck. Wait a minute. What's missing? My son's bow. What is he going to be doing for the next week and what doesn't he have? AHHHHH!!! Sigh.
As a child is speaking to me, I look down to see what she is trying to show me. And notice a spider on my shirt! I DO NOT like spiders!!! I scream and start trying to brush it off of me. Of course the little one that is by me moves over to see my face better asking me what's wrong and in the process steps on the spider with her bare foot.
She never knew that she stepped on and squished a spider, but was happy when she got chocolate chips - that part was awesome.
Just in case you didn't see the cool little addition at the back, here's another chance:
I like playing "I Spy" with this. Do you see the pink flamingo? How about the life preserver? But seriously, back to Jane Austen's quote at the top of my blog. I know I give others plenty of opportunities to laugh. It's nice to get a turn too.
Last night we're sitting in our camping chairs listening to music with a lot of other people. There's an elderly couple that walks by us. They're holding hands and softly talking to each other and smiling.
My daughter leans into me and tells me, "Mom - that's going to be you and Daddy pretty soon."
Ahh. My daughter is being sentimental. I look at her and a smile stretches across my face and then she tells me, "Ya, you're getting old."
Lincoln City, Oregon has a kite festival every summer. We really like going to it and seeing the "regulars". There are always amazing kites that are HUGE!!! Here's a small sample:
They take their kite flying very seriously. Here's a picture, taken with permission, showing one group with their 2 trailers full of equipment:
There are great kite wars where they knock each other out of the sky, acrobatic kites, sycronized to music performances, just amazing. Here my daughter got our kite up:
And a few minutes later it was up and flying!
And a few minutes later it was down again. See my daughter running? Ya, she's heading towards our kite on the other side of the pool of water there, where our kite went down. And took about 3 kites out of the sky with it. And the line was in the water and several small kids were utterly confused about running into a line while joyfully on their way to the ocean. And I took a picture. And then went running too. Good times.
Last summer I bought a screen door for our back patio and asked my husband if he would put it up. He said yes, but it would be a bit. Well it wasn't much of a priority to either one of us, so it never got put up.
This summer, the back door was open and here's what I find in our dining room, taken with my cell camera and I was laughing so sorry it's shakey but you get the gist:
I don't know if I mentioned it earlier, but back in April we got baby chicks and have had a lot of fun watching them grow. The past few weeks we've eagerly been awaiting eggs and TA-DA!!! Today we got our first egg! Isn't that great? Had to share.
As awesome as that is, I know that isn't making you laugh so here's the real story. My son was outside and decided to pick up one of the hens. (A normal occurance here, they're pets too.) As soon as he picked her up, the chicken laid her first egg and it landed right on my son's foot. What are the odds? Ha ha, he was so excited to have eggs that he didn't care.