Happy Saturday.
It is around here.
Sleeping in, yummy berry smoothies, and sunshine, and loud dancing music.
Lunch in the sunny backyard and the kids playing happily ON THERE OWN all afternoon instead of naps.
Sandbox, dumptrucks, bikes. Oh January, thank you.
Happy Day.

We are tackling the list today people.
With zero agenda.
It feels good.
If we get it done. Awesome.
If not. Fine by us.

The kids are big into make believe these days.
Cade loves to be the daddy, and Rylan well today she asked
me "grandma" to babysit Anabelle (current name of her doll).
She explained to me that she was allergic to roses, and needed a nice long nap.

Nick piped in and said, "Im not a grandpa"
and she said. "well Anabelle is my baby, and Im yours, so. yes Daddy you are a Grandpa."
When Rylan scooted along to go to take photos of a baby in the backyard, and then to Target.
yikes.
Nick and I let Anabelle pick a treat from the treat jar, and talked about how the fun places we wanted to take her, when she was bigger.
She didn't make a peep, and never went in timeout once.
What an awesome grandchild!!

The kids watched the ice cream man out there window today.
The leaves are all off the trees.
Piles everywhere.
Southern California really does have seasonal confusion.
Im at the age, I adore that.
Its charming really.

Off of this little box.
Shrimp is begging to be grilled and homemade popsicles are to make up for the fact that we certainly don't purchase sugary sweets from strangers in creepy vans.

Im just saying...