When I woke up this morning I asked Dave if he'd be willing to call into work sick and then we can just head out of town and go to the beach for the day. His response "you knew when you married me that I wasn't that kind of guy who would call into work (claiming to be) sick " Yeah...and that's one of the things I love about you Dave; you're my solid rock (but I'll still keep trying to convince you every now and then, just because). So we'll settle for the fact that it is Friday and we are happy that it is almost the weekend and we can always go to the beach tomorrow :)
more pictures mom?
happy as a pig in a mud puddle (i'm glad my lil shadow can happily entertain himself outside while I get a few things done inside the house, i.e. this picture taken from inside lucas' bedroom window during a diaper change)
who needs a sandbox when you have the 'all natural' dirt to play in?
My little nature boy came inside covered in dirt dust, all over those cute toes, hands, and face. And I just smiled and wiped it up before he climbed into bed for a nap, thinking how thankful I am he has a place to play outside that is safe and where he can explore his world. (I caught him sprinkling dirt between his toes, must have felt nice). Life is good.
Hope everyone has a fun filled weekend! And if you're feeling like you need a pick me up, digging your toes in some dirt might do the trick :)
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