Tuesday Morning. (My morning, not the store.)

Oh goodness.

Does anyone ever realize life while they live it? (Oscar Wilde)

What a weekend.

Kevin and I spent an incredibly lovely weekend marriage retreating it in Asheville with some super fun friends and a group of about forty other couples from a local church in our town.

I have some bits and pieces to share about that when I pull my brain all together and have a chance to process the weekend more thoughtfully.

I’ve been overwhelmed at the great responses I’ve received from my post about Bergen’s label reading and food concerns.

We visited the grocery store last night for the first time post-comments and I can’t wait to walk through some more of that with you guys here as well.

Thank you to each person who took the time to comment or to email me directly with thoughtful ideas and passionate responses about food choices. I’m really enjoying the challenge of being a wise and careful consumer and bringing our kids along on that journey with us.

I’m spending some time wading through scads of emails for a project I somehow tripped myself into for Riley’s alarmingly fast approaching graduation. (I’m a non-volunteer type person so I don’t exactly know how I fell into this task. I have no problem saying “no”.  I must have been asleep at the wheel that day.)

School days are filled and overflowing as is the laundry pile that always needs washing. The stacks never seem to change in size.

Some days it seems as if I am so busy that I shouldn’t even spare the time to shower.

Our sad excuse for a second car is still in the shop and the cost of gas for backtracking across town daily to share rides is staggering.

There.

I think I’m done venting.

Days are piling up. I’ve been a little more down than up lately but I’m far from down and out.

These cute kids of mine are still fascinating and funny. Otto dresses himself without assistance and wears the cutest plaid blue boxer shorts. I keep considering him a baby but he just isn’t any longer.

Piper Finn has created her own series of bad words. When she’s frustrated she pulls one out of her arsenal. I laugh every time. For weeks, her go-to word was mason jar. Yesterday she informed me the word had changed and it was grapes.

Sigh.

I could spend all day writing.

But it’s time for one of those pesky time-consuming showers.

Until we meet again – you with a few minutes to spare for graciously reading my random thoughts and me with a few minutes to spare to record said thoughts – I will provide a bit of historical amusement with a few poorly taken snapshots of archival wedding pictures Kevin and I had to unearth for our weekend event.

They’re painful, but I can handle it.

Don’t be ashamed if you laugh.