Thursday, July 24, 2014

Costco

Where people go when they have a hankering for buying a small country.
Or
Where people go to spend all their vacation money.  Who needs vacation!? Right....right?
Or
The one store in town where all countries represent yo!  (it's almost like GOING on vacation.  almost.)
Or
The one store in town where everyone always seems to be at at the exact same time, no matter what time or day or state or city you are in.
Or
The store where all people's are required to leave their maneuvering brains at the front door.  It's in the card.  You wave your card to get in and your maneuvering brain zaps into the card.  BAM! You leave the store and it zaps back in!  Magic.

For reals.  Today I felt like I was playing Twister with a crowd of people just to get the dang bacon.  I'm flexible but not that flexible!  Stop standing in the way of my bacon!  Stop making me twist in unladylike positions to get my bacon!


Oh.....and today's trip was kidless.
Do. not. get me started on Costco WITH KIDS.

The store where people go to shop with their kids when they have a hankering to visit a medieval torture chamber.  "I just feel like having my spine stretched to unfathomable lengths today while my finger nails are being extracted one by one!"
Or.
The store where people go to shop with their kids when they have a long lost dream of being the circus.  Or the zoo.  Or the insane asylum.
Or.
The store where children die.
Newspaper Titles Reads:  Customer left maneuvering brain at the entrance and as a result thwacks young child with shopping cart the size of a small country.  Child dies.
Very sad.
Or.

Wait...I wasn't going to get started!

One more.

The store where people go to shop with their kids when they've forgotten what it was like LAST TIME!?
Really...are our memories that bad mothers!?

(As I'm writing this, laughing to myself, I am getting flash backs of what it was like to visit that torture chamber when the girls were all very little.  Picture this:
Two Costco Carts.
Those suckers are HUGE.
One had two kids in the front, buckled in, and a car seat in the main basket, with a twin securely strapped in place.
The other twin was strapped to me, or if it was a rough day, the other basket I pushed/pulled had another car seat in the main basket.
The groceries/small country?  In the bottom, around the car seats, in the laps of the toddlers, strapped to my back (kidding, but it felt like it!).
And I'd push one cart with one hand and pull the other cart with the other hand.

And I kid you not:
#1 - it was the easiest store for me to go to with all four of them because the baskets were big enough for us to use both as strollers AND as a grocery cart.
#2 - I think I know what it felt like to watch the Red Sea part and dry up.

It's what it feels like to go through Costco with two buggies, and four babies.)

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Our weekend in pictures...

Last week was hard on my heart.
Lots of refining going on.

Good news.
We'd already had a weekend away to my Grandpa's wife's cabin in eastern Oregon.

Warning #1:
My words are falling short right now so pictures is what you get.
Lots and lots of pictures.

Warning #2:
No, the pictures do not do it justice.

Warning #3:
If it is out of your budget to get to Oregon RIGHT NOW, then you may not want to look at these:




THE Cabin.  Designed BY my Grandpa!

 The cabin is literally as close to the bank of this river as structurally possible! 
(It's not even legal to do that anymore but they've had the property for so long that it was grandfathered in!)







Photo credit: Lenora!


















It was perfect.  The company was special and the place was magical.
We can't wait to go back!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

oh no you didn't.

Do not.
I repeat, DO NOT tell me you have never ridden in a shopping cart late at night in the parking lot of a closed coffee shop.


Because I WILL remedy the situation and liberate you.
I don't care how old you are or how many kids you have or what church your husband is a pastor at.
I will do the right thing.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

sup?

Sports Camp this week all around.
But we're just gonna feature this duo 'cause really?

You had me at trucker hat....and then you went and made earrings that spell your names.
I can't even....

You're the ketchup to my mustard!

(sophie ketchup, lenora mustard)

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

todays little thing

The sun on Lenora's blue hair and inquisitive face.

at the craft table,

 which allows my dining room table to explode with other less annoying things than beads and thread and paint. 
(I have FOUR daughters....FOUR.  Dude.  Still weird. Will it ever not be?)

I put the extra table up for a Bunco party and was too lazy to break it down/four little girls thought it was cool to have a kid sized table so it just stayed up for a while.

Crafts, beading, sewing and painting started happening on it and I wondered why I hadn't thought of that before!?

Happy accident.
or was it Happy laziness?

Don't matta' to me, now MY stuff can explode on the dining table instead of theirs.
Wait.


Monday, July 14, 2014

31 ways to catch up:

let's play catch up, shall we?

(we raised over $600 THANK YOU to everyone who was a part of that!)

Lenora Left, Sophie Right


Bonnie Left, Lenora Right

More Senior Photos...love them...yes, this was creepy to shoot.  No, or maybe yes, pun intended.

More Dog Swim.

Our little town....


Our little Sophie.

Our little town's rickshaw that our little Sophie took a picture of.

SOOOOOO much of this.

And this.

Oh gosh...and this.

Is there such a thing as too much of this? Nah.

Marie.  All of them.  They are all named Marie.

Almost done.

Working hard.  Moving up....or in this picture, UP then DOWN.

It just is.

Good thing there's this.

Yes, yes, the dogs get mani/pedi's too.  Why not?

Fine Arts Camp.

Not sure where she gets that from!?

Or that?


Two coasts.  East traveled West to fill each other's hearts.  Old friends.  Beautiful.

Goldenopoly...pool style.

Good job daddy.  Good job.

Good job Lydia.  Good job.


Fine.  Silly faces.  

Obligatory 4th picture of the military family.

I cry during fireworks.  Every year.  I'm a sappy patriotic dork.

Why yes, we did watch our fireworks at the lake...after we swam in said lake.

Celebrating Independence Day.

there.
now I feel better.
you feel better.
maybe I can make it back here sooner this time!?