We made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the car so I wouldn’t be tempted by the sweet smelling food. My grocery shopping for the week was complete…so I didn’t “need” to buy anything, but I really wanted to go to the local market. And we did…
Next time I will take a specialty grilled cheese from the food truck…some heirloom tomatoes and the most amazing chocolate I have ever tasted. Oh, and the puppy too!
The two jugs made it 700 miles before the one jug’s cap popped open and syrup flooded the front seat of our jeep with 64 fl oz of stickiness. We found the pool of syrup the following morning seeping deep into the cracks. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and plunged into the syrup… I was soon up to my elbows in Mrs. Butters-worth’s finest. The mess never seemed to end as I scooped handful after handful off the saturated seat. It took an hour, a roll of paper towels, and Matt running the hotel ice maker dry to clean up the syrup-coated jeep.
I now have one more reason to dislike Mrs Butters-worth’s syrup, but at least, our jeep will not need an air freshener for a long time.
The rain held off so we could color with chalk, play with streamers and play doh, and give pancake-smushing hugs in the grass…
Oh, how I miss these Cleveland Church Families. It was only a couple of months ago that we were all here, in these pictures, laughing some crawling and enjoying each other and the sunshine. On a day like today, when I feel very new and small to a big city, these pictures bring back a memory. A memory that gives me joy and a bigger smile each time I scroll through the pictures. This is what pictures are for…to remember the laughter, the relationships, the pancake-smushing hugs.
He is the clown that made me laugh as we walked down the street of performers. I giggled like a little child and even laughed hard out loud as he whacked himself in the head with his dustpan. The grown up in me said that it was so not funny, but I couldn’t help myself as I joined in laughter with the roaring crowd of children.
These guys were so much fun to watch as they zipped by creating figure eight patterns along the way. I was shocked they didn’t crash! If only cars were this small…we would actually have room to park in Boston. But then again, my purse can’t even fit in this car.