Remember this. It's Very Important.

alright - well that last post got a little heavy.

But you should know that I blog this stuff to keep track of our memories. 

And not all memories are good. 

But they are still a part of our story.

And if I only wrote about the good stuff, you would probably be laboring under the misconception that we are like the Cleavers or something.

Well, you now, 

if June liked halter tops and cussed a lot - 

if Wally and The Beav' were little girls . . . 

OK maybe not then. 

But still - things happen that are not always cute and funny. 

And so I write to remember.

I know that in 5, 10, 15 years I won't be able to instantly recall the little things we did each day. But if I write them down, I can look back and that will help me remember. 

I need help remembering - I don't sleep enough for my brain to work properly, I'll take all the help I can get. 

Because it's these little moments that comprise our lives: 

 

So what's worth remembering today? 

Right now, I'm remembering how much UNfun 

(is that a word? I doubt it) 

it is when Paul travels for business. 

This go-around, he's gone during Spring Break which means I don't have to get the three of us anywhere on time but I am solely responsible for the girls - all day- every day - all day long every day.

We are making the most of things and keeping ourselves entertained.

So far we have been to Hobby Lobby twice,

(it's Lexi's favorite place in the world. 
True Story.)

Target, and Dillons. 

And it's only Wednesday. 

We have also had a lot of sit and stare at each other time because it's raining Biblically. 

Seriously - you get the ark, I'll get the animals!

I was a smart mom and put away some of the toys they got for Christmas so they could have new exciting things to play with over the long week at home. They were PUMPED UP  . . . . 

about the large cardboard box that the Diapers.com order came in. Way to go, me. 

 

 

The time with my hunny-bees has been sweet. 

It's been so great to have time together without the rush and stress of our normal routine. 

(FYI: I spell Hunny the Winnie-the-Pooh way. It's more fun. Try it out sometime. Guaranteed to make you feel more whimsical.)

So far - so good. 
But hurry home Daddy. 
We miss you!