Its over. The demolition off my elementary School is complete. My childhood reduced to a pile of ruble. Not even a brick that I can take to my sister Becky for her to holed at night. I guess one off these bits off concrete will have to do Becky. Maybe if you just look at it and hug you knees while you are rocking back and forth.
This weekend my sisters and I headed out to Hillsboro and put on our first garage sale.
Ainsley was obsessed with the little crabs.
This is the only time I have seen a rainbow in the sunset.
Oyster Hunting.
Ainsley chasing the birds.
The house that Jeff rented for the week was gorgeous.
The children are sitting on an antique manure spreader. Jeff said we title this picture "3 things that are full of shit."
My favorite place in the San Juans is the lavender farm on San Juan Island.
Jeff had the children's hands and feet pressed in clay for my anniversary present.
The moon on the sound.
Ainsley wasn't into it.
Question? Do chocolate chip cookies constipate deer?
Oh. I guess they do.
