This week was nice and quiet in pictures...there was plenty of craziness behind the scenes but hopefully most of the DCF madness is coming to an end (for now) as we raise our white flag of surrender. By principle, its hard to stop fighting for the things that are really important to us, but its become apparent that at this point in the game, its futile.
I don't mean to spread sour grapes, it was just a very disappointing, difficult week for us. It also was very special because we celebrated a beautiful, sweet 8 year-olds birthday. And, we experienced God's favor in a big way...can't wait to tell that story.
A beautifully warm day to play outside. One of my life's great pleasures is watching these three have a blast in the kiddie pool.
Happy Birthday, Avery May!
Boston! Such a fun story to go with this (soon!).
Speaking of fun...no, not really. Six hours of CPR/First Aid Training. In a class of just five, it was a little awkward when I was the only one giggling through the choking demonstration.
My guy, hard at work. :)
After a hard day's work. He played in the tile saw tray and got the remnants all over his hands. He smelled them, made a face and said, Eww...that smells. Mom, smell your hands. (sniff) I don't smell anything. Come stand over here...it smells. (laughing) Aiden, I think its just your hands that smell. :)
I was second shooter for a wedding. Yay for peonies!!