I thank you all for your nice comments (although I’m TOTALLY not sure what Paulette is talking about — am I gassy?!?! I don’t think so.) …the emails I received after my MIA post on the other hand….PEOPLE! I am *NOT* going through a divorce. I am not sure what gave all of you that impression. I have gone back to read. I’m stumped. Sweet Peter is still in the picture…in fact, he’s pictured somewhere below. Work just sucks — family is good. Thank you for putting my life into perspective.
Life is still busy and because of the hiatus, I’m WAY behind on the blog. No creative projects, but I did manage to sneak in a few activities with my child along the way, so here are the pictures. Not much writing tonight – I’m beat.
Blueberry picking two weeks ago. Oliver is the perfect blueberry picker. He likes to pick, but doesn’t like to eat them. I loan him out to canners. Poor Oliver….he picked until his little fingers were black and blue…kidding. Just blue.
Here’s Sweet Peter. Living proof. no more divorce emails, ‘kay? I think we got to go to the beach for an entire hour this day. You haven’t seen much of Peter on the blog lately because I haven’t seen much of him lately. Work has sucked balls for him too — I’ve claimed the late at night work so he’s been forced home to watch Oliver, which means he gets to go in on weekends (mmm, triple arm pump to that….SARCASM!) when I’m home to watch Oliver. Who can say NOT ACCEPTABLE? LOUDER PLEASE. Gotta fix this soon…does anyone know where to get a flame thrower? ha.
LOOK! A picture of me with my child! Dorky, but one, nonetheless. I wonder if I will ever get used to this hair…GROW FASTER!
Playground at the campground. BLAST OFF!
“HEY! That’s our water for the weekend. It’s not a drinking fountain! Didn’t your mother teach you how to get a cup….oh wait. I’m your mother…Carry on then.” sheesh. You’d think maybe once in awhile I’d teach Oliver what he’s supposed to do, rather than let it slide so I can pick up the camera and take a picture.
I’m off to finish up some artwork I am doing for Oliver’s school. It feels good to create, though I need some un-constrained, let it all loose, do what I want to do creating. This is a good start though. Perhaps I will stay up all night and do something really great. On second thought, maybe I’ll go to bed early so I can be a good parent tomorrow. Sweet Dreams!
