blue skies

Love this sky.

We've had so many really nice days here this summer.

Really just awesome summer weather.

Praying for more of this.

oh ya got trouble....

with a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for POOL!

For a few months this spring we saw Professor Harold Hill and Marian the Librarian almost daily and thought for sure that the Wells Fargo Wagon was bringing us something "thepethal" (special).  All the while reminiscing about Gary, Indiana and playing in the boys' band at the ice cream sociable.

Yes.

The Music Man.

Ethan decided to do the spring musical at church.  They needed some boys for the boys' band and Ethan was excited that he got to do it.

There were long rehearsals and they were almost every night for a while there.

But he had the best time with the other kids that were in the production and met some really great adults that became like family to him.

And I'm pretty sure that we know every word to every song.

And have been known to just spontaneously break out into singing during any kind of road trip.

I almost cried during the curtain call of the last performance.

They all worked so hard, were together so much, and had so much fun.

I was just so sad for them for it to be over.

But there's always next year.

{with his "family" during Iowa Stubborn} 

{singing with some other River City kids}  

{the boys' band - he even got to "play" a sax, just like his dad}

{hanging out with Professor Harold Hill}

{some of the River City boys}

{Grandma came to see one of the performances}

{cast picture}

{posing with some of the cast}

my love-hate relationship with fireworks

The love part:  

They are beautiful and sparkly.

They are fun to watch.

They remind me that there is something to celebrate 

(and if you live in STL you apparently celebrate lots of things.....at lots of different times during the year....St. Louisans LOVE their fireworks)

They usually mean that I get to hang out with friends and family for a night.

They make great photography subjects and are such a challenge to capture.

They give my boys great joy.

The HATE part:

They are loud.....really loud.....

especially in a neighborhood where the sound just keeps bouncing off all of the houses 

(or you are just really really close to them - as was the case this year).

They raise my anxiety level to new heights as I worry that someone is going to lose an eye or a house every year.

The cleanup the day after is never-ending.

They cause my kids to become beggars - like 24 hours a day they ask to go to the fireworks tent.

If only those red and white tents would just not show up every year!

I would say this year was mostly a "LOVE" relationship with the fireworks.

It was a beautiful night - we even had to get the blankets out.

We had our own personal fireworks show - thank you A and company!

And we got to spend the evening with some of our favorite people.

documented: june 2013

Seriously you would think I could update this thing every once in a while.

Another month of Project Life done.

Of course it's not in this year, but that's okay.

I really wanted to get the boys' school years started this summer.

I have scanned and organized almost every piece of paper and memorabilia that I can find for each grade that they've completed.

So that's progress.

But that was months ago.

Now to actually do something with all of those photos and scans.

I have plans and know what I want to do.

I just can't seem to take the time to do it.

For now, enjoy last June.

I was struck while I was putting this together how much Elliott has grown in a year.

He doesn't have a "kid" face so much anymore.

He lacks 1 1/2 inches of being taller than me, and I don't hold my breath that that won't happen in the next month.

And he just looks like he's about 15.

Sigh.....

{whole spread}

{side A}

{side B}

a photo on friday

This happened this week.

The first Fritz's trip of the season.

All was good.

early easter surprises

Grandma and Grandpa came over last Sunday to watch Elliott play flag football.

We have a running joke that it rains every time they plan to come over for one of the boys' sporting events.

It usually doesn't rain, though, until they are already here.

And that happened.

Rained out.

After they drove all the way over here.

But the boys were super excited to get early Easter baskets from them.

And so was I.

Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!

a photo on friday