Just to say I did.
And to, you know, show some pictures from the day too.
…and then it rained.
Just to say I did.
And to, you know, show some pictures from the day too.
…and then it rained.
“Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
I told Amanda we had to buy peaches this week. Anyone know the difference between a peach and nectarine? Apparently there is a difference. Even though they looked strikingly similar. The nectarines were ripe. The peaches werent. But we bought them. And they are still sitting here. Waiting to get ripe.
Today, however, when Davids dad came over, he burst my bubble by telling me that these were, infact, not peaches, but nectarines. Even though the store said they were peaches. Apparently…there wasnt a difference between “Peaches” and “Nectarines” atleast not at the store! Amanda confessed she thought they were a “British Peach” when really, they are just “Naked peaches” or, you know, nectarines.
See? Peaches!
Amanda is big on her tea. She just happened to have some “Peach” “London” tea. Dont ask me what it is, I dont know. Just that its London Peach tea.
And then there is this little peach (my nephew, Judah!) with the sweetest, peachiest skin ever!
Peach “Yo-yos”…Yummm!
Then this morning Amanda came in with some flowers. “Let me get pictures of these! They are peach colored!”
Apparently…we need to work on color AND fruit recognition over here. Those looked a little on the…yellow side. But then again, those peaches DID look a little on the nectarine side. Ah well. Heres to a peach (or nectarine!) of a week!
Yesterday was one of those crazy, weird, wild and funny kind of days. The kind that end and you try to tell someone about it and they just look at you like you have lost your mind, because maybe you have, but you just cant stop laughing because well…it was funny! Then the next day comes and the only one that remembers that it was funny was the one you spent it with.
The best kind of days, Ive come to realize are the ones you cant put to words and you dont have any pictures for because even if you were to take a picture it would be blurry because you were laughing too hard to keep the camera still. That was yesterday. A funny mixture of people, and happenings. With not a single picture. Just a day spent with my sister, and nephew.
Today was a day with just enough pictures to remind me of what we did. Which was pretty much nothing. A chilled out day. With coffee and cupcakes. And movies. With a little bit of reality thrown in for good measure.
Because nothing says fun like eating the left over batter straight from the bowl while drinking coffee from matching cups.
While waiting for these to finish cooking.
And then of course you have the attempt at dying frosting colors that dont turn out. And frosting with one hand while passing the baby back and forth. And getting frosting on him. And sticking a candle in a spare cupcake and taking it to someone who lives in the next room.
It was just one of those days. That dont really make sense. And wont be remembered in years to come. Just one of those days. That I want to remember. Even though there wasnt much worth remembering.
Not a great photo, but I couldnt resist. Where Amanda lives there are literally, atleast 20 doors. Each leading to a different room. At first I was worried I would walk into someone else’s room. Thankfully, I havent. Yet!
Front door is a bit more photogenic. And I was happy to have Amanda to photograph again 🙂 Plus the added Judah made it all that much cuter!
Since Amanda is now blogging with me, she wanted to take a picture to post as well…
We went down to road to get some pictures of another “Door” I had seen a few days prior.
Doors….That didnt really go anywhere!
Or did they?
Nope. They were locked. Oh well.
And now for a short word or two about a door (written by someone other than me):
Tangled Thoughts 