knock, knock, knock

It is no secret that I'm not an outdoorsy person. Austin and Camden, on the other hand, would prefer the outdoors over indoors any day. So, generally when they are outdoors I take the time to blog, process photos, scrapbook, or sew as this is the time I am most likely not to be interrupted.

Today, each time I sat down on in the recliner, propped up my feet, got situated with my Mac, and got connected to the Internet and ready to begin blogging, I begin to hear this little knock, knock, knock.


It was so cute, at least the first two times. But the third, fourth, and fifth times - not so cute.

He needed bug spray the first time then a drink the second time. These were legitimate requests I should have thought about on my own. The third, fourth, and fifth time, he needed bug spray again.

"Now, come on Camden, you've only been outdoors for a about 30 minutes top. We don't apply bug spray four times in 30 minutes. In or out? You decide."

He chooses the outdoors.

Heaven help me when he is able to reach the door bell.

Happy Father's Day

Hands-down, without hesitation, this is the most patient, self-less, hard working, consistent, thoughtful, and loving Dad I know. These qualities of fatherhood flows over in his role as a husband. And for this, I'm grateful.

Around Here {16 June}

*i'm a sickie once again

*the garden is being manicured

*vehicles are getting a good scrubbing

*chronic, over-the-top fit throwing

*juggling online education

*modeling Joseph's coat of many colors


We'll do it again tomorrow evening and hopefully I'll be feeling well enough to participate in all the fun.

A new machine

We have been enjoying this machine. With some fresh strawberries from the local Hispanic strawberry farm, we can make ice cream that tastes just as good as Scoops (and maybe a little better)!

Creating a Library of Memories

So, most of you know that I.lOVE.SCRAPBOOKING. I'm so excited to be taking the Finding Photo Freedom class instructed by Stacy Julian. It is a 10 week course which the objective to help you get your photos (both prints and digital images) in order so that you can quickly scrapbook and tell your most important stories.

The last few days I've been gathering, sorting, rating, and purging photos. Camden has been "helping" me. I've really had to work on being okay with his help even though the thought of little fingerprints on my precious photos makes me cringe. After all, he is the reason I want to scrapbook. I want to record his story. I never realized how excited he is to sit and look through photos of himself. Some things he remembers, some things he doesn't. I love that he will say to me, "mom, what am I doing here? Was I a baby then? That is my Nanny? There is me with Pappy's sheep? We are at the beach, can we go to the beach tomorrow?"


In the next few weeks the less on in class is to get the completed scrapbook layouts in albums (in an organized manner) and I hope to store these albums where Camden can easily access them so that he can enjoy them. Does it matter if these prints get dirty little finger prints? No, what matters is that Camden appreciates that we are recording and displaying our favorite memories.

He Plays Out There

Not only does he love to eat out there, he plays out there too - all by himself. Even in the hot, hot, hot. Putting a fan out there was a great idea - who thought of that? Probably me - I usually have great ideas like that. You know, the ideas that create lots of extra work for the hubby.

Porch Picnic

Camden can't seem to get enough of eating outdoors. Every night he requests to eat on the porch. Never mind all the bugs - it is totally worth it to eat dinner outside!


My plan is to do away from the table and chairs and put up a hammock swing, but I'm not sure Camden is going to go for that. We may have to stick with the table and chairs a bit longer. If I'm lucky, maybe both will fit comfortably.