I've been stuck in a rut this week, wanting to get outside and work in my garden more, but finding myself mostly inside with an extra clingy Marguerite. She's going through a phase where she wails for me the second I'm out of her sight and needs to be in nearly constant contact. Here's what we look like most of the time:
How's that for attachment parenting TIME magazine?! I'm ready to bring a little National Geographic to your cover too (see photo below if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about)!
Drew and G took a trip for soil to add to the raised vegetable beds while I got Marguerite down for a fleeting nap. As soon as her koala bear grasp relaxed into sleep I stepped outside and got myself centered with a solitary moment in the garden. I'm a true extrovert who doesn't need a lot of "me" time, but that 10 minutes of peace was oh so necessary.
Shortly after that we launched back into action with a lot of dirt shoveling and a soccer game:
A bike ride to the lumber yard at the end of the street with a cold one for mom and dad:
Topped off with bubbles blowing in the wind before we called it quits and started the dinner routine:
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