Tuesday, July 31, 2012

My Feral Kids

I let my children run feral in the yard most of the day while I disinfected my kitchen and bathroom in recovery from Drew's month of bachelorhood.  Three cheers for rubber gloves.

The most I could keep on this hoodlum was a pullup and her spawning salmon hat:

Genevieve took matters into her own hands and cleaned her sister up:

I made up for my lack of a dinner plan by meeting Drew on the porch with a vodka tonic after work:

The garden is where I want to be, weeding away its last month of oversight.  What a treat to come home to this hydrangea and rose explosion!

The winter hats I can't explain:

This sweetness helps me forgive the afore mentioned kitchen and bathroom trauma.

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