I don’t even like Aunt Jemima’s or Mrs. Butters-worth’s Syrup.  It has a way of ruining breakfast, but when you may have to feed 100 people at a pancake breakfast…you don’t exactly buy Vermont’s pure maple syrup. I didn’t want to buy the Sam’s Club monster pack… but  it’s hard to know if the people coming to your breakfast are pancake-lovers that like only a drop or two of syrup or are syrup-lovers that like to float their pancakes. We bought the monster pack over 2 years ago!  We recently moved the monster pack to Boston. We should have just tossed them.

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.

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The rain held off so we could color with chalk, play with streamers and play doh, and give pancake-smushing hugs in the grass…Love…love his laugh! This little guy gave me the biggest hugs all morning…when I least expected it!I award these two…Biggest Bites of Watermelon Ever.These next ones just make me smile.

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.

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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.I love the smell of carnivals: Kettle Corn, Pizza, and my Dad’s favorite… sausage and peppers.

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.

These parrots were quite the show stoppers as they talked to the crowd and scratched their noses. The little girls were loving them till out of nowhere the one said, ” Can you please get this thing off of me?”

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Right before Matt and I left Cleveland, I had a really fun day with a couple of families from church.  I can’t wait to show you!  Here is a favorite while you wait.  Isn’t she super cute!

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Grandmom laughed as she walked with us towards the peach trees.  She told stories of past adventures and delicious peach pies.  It was a wonderful day picking peaches together.  It just took them an entire week to ripen.

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