Happy Mother's Day to me.

Dwayne hit the ball out of the park this year. Usually, I am impossible to surprise. I hate this about myself, but I can't help it. I seem to notice everything. But, this gift was perfectly timed and totally unexpected. I really wanted to buy this for myself, but found it way too expensive at the book store. I've been moaning about having to wait till the fall to buy it in paperback. Dwayne is also a stickler about saving money on books, but he found it for almost half the price and gave it to me when he arrived home from Texas yesterday. I can't wait to get started and see what happens next, especially since Gina told me this one's her favorite book in the series.

Construction on our neighborhood's park is almost done.

This is our new sprinkler. The day was perfect for water play, so Norah asked,
"Where are the sprinkles?!"

I had already called the parks department to ask the same question.
The director answered me in a tone of voice that suggested I should have known.

"Well...We don't turn the water on till school lets out... Of course."


See my homeschooled daughter. Marginalized.

I don't like it either, Avril.

My girls.

If "The earth laughs in flowers," this one's a giggle.

W is for Wonder

Wonder-1. To be affected with surprise or admiration; to be struck with astonishment; to be amazed; to marvel. 2. To feel doubt and curiosity; to wait with uncertain expectation; to query in the mind.

Speaking of people watching...

We passed these teenage girls on our drive home the other day. We gawked, pulled over, doubled back and hid in the bushes to get a better look as they walked by.

It's a little embarrassing to admit this now, but I had to see if what I thought I saw was real.

This photo was taken from inside our Jeep and it's the G-rated version. From the front, because of the way these girls wore their tank tops, you could see much of their translucent bras and much of what was under them.

Just wondering if anyone can tell me what these girls were thinking?!

When I was their age, I teased my bangs, wore Duckhead shorts, Banana Republic T-shirts with the sleeves rolled up and Keds. Bra straps were completely taboo. So, I'm throwing my hands up. I can't even begin to understand these fashion choices. I can't even find a frame of reference.

Dwayne and I both admit this most likely means that we are now, officially, too old to understand or relate to the next generation.

And, another thing puzzles me.

Can anyone guess why are they carrying bags of fresh lemons?!

Avril. Sleeping. Again.

Today's Sandbox Special:
Leaf Pie