Sean and I made a quick trip to the gym tonight while Nana and Ciocci Jean watched the girls. After surveying the equipment we decided that if we had wanted to run we would have stayed outside. We hit the weights. Unfortunately my favorite gym rat, casanova, before-and-after waiting to happen, walking hair gel disaster wasn’t there. Probably off somewhere wearing a tank top tucked into his jeans, the arm holes large enough to see the unnaturally hairless chest within, and his hair only barely concealing his wicked face as he licks his lips while staring at members of both sexes. Luckily for Sean I was there. Standing in front of the mirrored wall by the free weights- Me: “Is this a skinny mirror?”…
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Sean and I were driving through Washington County one day with the girls, when we saw a sign that charmed us both. Instead of “Closed” it read “Shut”. So, today, as we gather the girls and plot ways to spend the entire day outdoors getting good and dirty, I am posting a “Shut” sign here at The Wink. Hopefully it makes you smile, even more hopefully, you get yourself outside and enjoy our earth today. It’s Earth Day, go play!
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Yesterday we raked. Today, we’ll probably rake some more. It feels incredible to be outside, to watch the girls getting dirty. And, of course, to introduce them to the age old tradition of listening for the tinny, yet magical music of the ice cream truck (Mr. Ding-a-Ling he’s called here.)My granola-mama side burst with pride as Briar and Avery responded with blank faces to offers for ice cream and popsicles at a neighborhood party. Hope you can get outside and enjoy the earth today!
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You’ve got ’em figured out. Avery is so much more than I ever imagined. I want to loosen life’s encumbrances and just be with her, live her. I want so much to run away and have her to myself, if for just one day. I love you, nutter.
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She does her love her animals. And an audience. And order. Is it just me, or is there something about those curls from the back that makes it seem like I am the mother of a 15 year old looking back at photos from a decade ago? I never knew happiness would create such a constant ache.
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