A couple of weeks ago, we piled into Elsa and pointed her towards the coast. We stopped for, what my mom would tell you, the best apple fritter she'd ever put into her mouth. We wandered along through the little shops, spending most of our time watching the boys read in a book store and then borrowing quarters and pennies from Granna to add to our penny press collection. And now, as I write this, I'm sitting underneath a beautiful canvas umbrella on my back porch, the boys splashing away in their blow-up pool beside me, all of us probably daydreaming about the cooler temperatures that we enjoyed at the coast. . .
I always feel like this little journaling space sort of goes on vacation during the summer months. Please excuse the scattered postings, as I'm mostly just trying to keep track of all our summer shenanigans. And in that vein, over the last few weeks, I've been contemplating how this journaling space will most likely change after our baby bird arrives in August. I am so grateful that my husband talked me into starting this cubbyhole so many years ago and I look forward to keeping it going even though the postings will surely be fewer and even farther between. I do feel that I can safely promise to bombard my instagram account with plenty of baby photographs, though! (Further rabbit trailing, I painted baby bird's crib what I thought would be a delightful shade of pale lavender. In the end, it looked like something out of a My Little Pony magazine. Today, I tried again and believe we've landed on the perfect hue of pale lavender. Things are coming together for this little one and for that I am very grateful.)
Today marks thirty three weeks for our baby bird. (I'm sort of dying to announce her cute little name, but since we waffled a bit on her middle name, we've decided to wait and announce it when she is born. You know, just in case we waffle a bit more!) For weeks and weeks, I looked forward to the first of July just so I could officially say, "I'm having a baby next month!" And now that July is here, I'm finding myself in a panic. Yesterday, I ordered our little girl her first baby doll and her first hair bows. And now we all hope she comes out a little girl or we will certainly have one sad little boy on our hands as he lays in a lavender crib. But it is the most perfect shade of pale lavender. (smile)
Happy summering, friends. I hope your summer shenanigans are going well. We're off to pick (and eat!) a boatload of blueberries in the morning.
Be back soon,