I was Weeding the Vegetable Garden…

{and other lame excuses for why I’ve been such a delinquent blogger lately}

I was locking myself, my children and our pup out of our house while my husband slept soundly in our room. Good thing one of our screens doesn’t lock properly into it’s window and Bean was willing to slither in through the living room window. Awesome way to start a morning indeed!
I was listening to a beautiful CD a precious friend of mine recorded and mailed to me. On repeat.
I was busy ~~watching~~ helping my husband make all sorts of fun things with my birthday present…{recipes to come}

I was busy swooning over the few day old baby bunnies Marley found burrowed in our front yard this morning. Yay, my proverbial nest is full again! We can’t wait to watch these babies grow {assuming said pup isn’t able to move my high-tech security system of upside-down crate with cannonball on top from covering their nest}
I was busy shaving both legs. During one shower. A miraculous summer necessity that has only been occurring more frequently since my children have been increasing in age.
I was designing my eyeballs out into the wee hours of the morning…{you know, the ‘professional’ thing I do on the side in my pajamas while my children are sleeping and my husband is out protecting the fine citizens of Michigan}

And a personal favorite design project {due to the deliciously sweet subjects within}…

I got to snap shots of the proud big sisters holding their sweet wee babe…

Reed Girls (1 of 1)

and even got to hold her the day after she emerged!! {swoon}

Joy w Mykah (1 of 1)

So I was holding a baby. Need I say more?
I was painting my fingernails a non-transparent color for the first time in my life. And then removing it two days later.
I was busy doing loads of laundry.
I was out running in the early hours of the morning with Marley. Okay fine, I did that once. And barely made it out alive.
I was busy making garlicky hummus deliciousness and pita chips {out of tortillas, but of course}…

I was drinking entirely too many cups of tea. But that is nothing new, now is it?
I was busy watching my sexy man flex his muscles and get his blue jeans dirty while cutting down a tree at my parent’s house {va va voom, baby!}. And then we went on a date. The rest is history. Amen.

Cutting tree (2 of 1)

I was busy lying to you about doing loads of laundry. Those are piled high in baskets still waiting to be tended. Like this lonely blog. Forgive me.
I was drooling over my new Jo Totes camera bag I convinced a sweet client to buy for me in exchange for design work ~~because I’m too cheap to pay more than $15 for a bag.~~
I was making scrumptious veggie pizza with way too much bacon for my own good…

I was meeting spiffy new people I could talk for hours with.
I was getting burnt to a crisp at the beach with precious friends while my poor husband wonders where the heck his wife and kids are and whether his wife was sober when she decided to leave the house for 5 hours and not leave a note or answer her phone {gulp, sorry babe!}
I really was weeding and watering the vegetable garden {yay me!}, and actually knew to cut the pretty curly scapes off my garlic plants this year {that I simply admired and left intact last year}. I was even thoughtful enough to put them in an old peanut butter jar and give them to my mom as an unorthodox floral arrangement Because she loves garlic. And because I’m a rockin’ daughter like that.

I have been catching fireflies with my lovely loin fruit {and marveling at Bug’s ability to catch and squish in 2 seconds flat}
I have been making frequent stops at our local Whippy Dip. I have a problem. Especially when the sign outside reads “Toasted Coconut”.
I have been reading A Woman After God’s Own Heart. Because I want to. But mostly because I’m a part of a book club, and now I “have” to. It’s challenging. And so very good.
And the other reason I’ve been a blogging slacker is because I’ve been quite busy watching my sweet girl fall in love with her very first real pet…and melting at the very sight.

But I’ll stop making excuses and get back on the blogging ball.

{until, of course, something else, life-inspired occurs and I have to slip away to intentionally live it to the hilt!}