My young kindred was able to come back to the shore for a few weeks in July courtesy Kelly's friend, Jenny.
Believe it or not, this was one of those very rare visits that we hardly did anything constructive.
Sarah Sponda did finish a scrapbook she started eons ago.
We became obsessed with outfitting Hope's bedroom with Paris-y, French-y things. We found bargains galore for her! Talk about being stoked, we were! It seemed every corner we turned we found treasures. We became the "Make-over" team. Two peas in a pod ~ yep, that was us.
This is my girl donning the latest fashion trend ~ men's boxers split
Ben split them when he squatted and I didn't notice until I was folding the laundry. Nothing like washing laundry just to throw it away. Kinda like making sure you have clean undies on when you leave the house ~ just in case you're in an accident!
Puts a whole new spin on the phrase: "You're getting a little too big for your britches!".
Sarah decided she wanted to make her own rag quilt. No argument here! Count me in any day. Quilt, fabric, shopping ~ what's not to love about that? With the exception of the background fabric, she found beautiful flannels for the front. She sat and meticulously cut her squares. Good Girl. She didn't get to sew any ~ ran out of time ~ imagine that! But, she did have them ready to go for when she got home and could find the time.
And speaking of time, MOST of our TIME was consumed with watching Grey's Anatomy on Net Flix. She was hooked. Of course I couldn't let her run that marathon all by herself even if it did mean bedtime came after 1:30AM (3:30AM on her last night here). I was one weary gal. But I wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China!
We did the usual for the rest of the summer. Swam, bickered and waited for school to start.
It was surely a strange summer this year. Can't put my finger on it, but it just seemed a little "off".
But all in all, it was memorable.
Now that fall is officially here and school is in full swing maybe I will be able to keep up with the homeland news.
Maybe.
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