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this kid is a rock-climbing champ. and fearless.

this was one of those weekends that was so chock-full, i'm not even sure where the time went. saturday was housework a 3.5-mile-run and tasty crawfish for lunch and a trip to the park. sunday was church and painting the float and back to church for the preview of another class of dave ramsey's "financial peace university." (my husband is facilitating again, which is awesome.)

but somehow in between all of that was a lot of awesome family time. and lately we've been thinking a lot about how to maximize the time we have together, since two working parents, etc., mean we don't have just a TON of time together. but if we make the time count, that's something, right?

even if some of that time was inexplicably spent sitting in a three-by-three area in the hallway just outside the guest bathroom, playing with john's toy sushi he got from my cousin at christmas:

"sushi for mommy, sushi for daddy,
sushi for john, sushi for buddy!"
and some more of it was spent cleaning tempera paint off the tile and the easel:
i asked john what he was painting, expecting
a dinosaur or a cow or a house or something.
instead? "lots of giraffes and a camel."
i love this child.
but somehow in all of that, i really enjoyed my family. and i like to think they enjoyed me a little, too. ::grin::



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