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{Here is yesterday's list of books: one of Richard Scarry's shortstories, one from the Five Little Monkeys series, No Roses for Harry, Blueberries for Sal, Shel Silversteins's Hug o' War poem, Ferdinand, and Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Tracy B. got the closest by knowing four of the books! Way to go!} IMG_8019

Our dead grass in our backyard rejoiced yesterday.  Sixteen children ran, slid, and splashed in our backyard until the ground was soggy.  Even little Ainsleigh sneaked onto the slip n' slide without mommy even knowing.

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Yesterday changed our view of our very simple backyard: the newness of children everywhere, water everywhere, mothers holding babies, children eating watermelon and licking the cream out cookies.  This morning, the backyard seems too quiet and still.

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Now my focus is onto the next thing, you mothers know how that goes.  Always something new to focus on as you reminisce on the past.  I'm actually driving down to D.C. this evening.  Alone.  I feel a little thrilled and a little unsure.  I forget I can do very independent things like this without hauling children and all of their stuff.  It's for a baby shower for a close friend.  Here's a peek at what I worked on late last night, some burp cloths and vinyl bibs.

 

the sleepy time gal