Blame It on the Sun

I've been a bad blogger.   I blame it on summertime.  And the pool.  And sunshine.  And green grass.  All of it draws me away from the inside.  And for that, I do not apologize.  It's better to live than to blog.

We have had such a fun summer.

As I am sure I have mentioned several times, Brad stepped out of a high school ministry roll some time ago.  ~Gosh, has it already almost been a year? Wow.~

Anyway... this college/young adult thing has really given us a summer.  A real summer with a Daddy around everyday.  We like it.

We pool-it-up as much as we can.  The last week has been a bit cool and rainy so it has given me a chance to stay home and work on a few projects.  Kayter-Bug's room survived it's big girl make over. She has a queen sized bed that enticed her and her older brother for one full week.  Then Noah Bear got bunk beds so the bunk-beds enticed them for five full days.  Now, they switch back and forth so not to show any favoritism to one particular sleeping space.

It has been fun changing things up in their little living quarters.  They are happy, therefore, I am happy.

I will show you pictures soon because you care.  Yes, you do.  So stick around because at the rate that I am going, that will come sometime around mid-September.  At least it will be before Christmas cards go out.  Speaking of Christmas, it has consumed the shelves of Hobby Lobby.  This rushing-into-the-next-season-or-holiday-or-weekend thing has taken people over.  It really bothers me.  I know it shouldn't, but it does.  Why do we rush our lives away?  Can't we all see that it is going so fast?  My boy will start kindergarten next year for crying out loud (literally).  Let's slow down.  When it is Monday, we anticipate Friday.  Why can't we just enjoy Monday?  And Tuesday.  And Wednesday.  And Thursday.  Because Friday will roll around quickly.  It always does.

For now, I will enjoy summer.  Not buy decor for Christmas. Come one, Hobby Lobby.  Help a sister out.  Bring the beach balls back!

p.s. This is one of those times when I, obviously, got carried away with fragments and beginning sentences with conjunctions. Just go with it, okay? :)