Farmer J and Country A

We had a good weekend. For the first time in many weekends (so many I can't recall) we had nothing on the agenda other than A's regularly scheduled ballet/tap/gymnastics class on Saturday morning. We (or rather I) spent the entire morning cleaning our house from top to bottom. D did his part by keep the kiddies entertained while I scrubbed and scrubbed. It was very theraputic - maybe I'm just weird that way, but it felt so good to disinfect everything with clorox bleach (following the recent bout of stomach virus that made its way through our family.)

Saturday afternoon we got caught up on some much needed shopping, including dropping a big chunk of change on a new ditigal camera! Yay us! I'm so excited - the digital camera we've been using up until now was circa 2000 - meaning it was way out of date - took horrible pictures - and had a very long delay (meaning we got a lot of turned faces and funny expressions in the kids.) I have no idea how to use it - but will hopefully figure it out as time goes on. I downloaded some pictures from Sunday afternoon - and will try to post them tonight.

Sunday we decided to skip church in lieu of a relaxing morning at home before our busy afternoon. We planned to visit D's aunt and uncle in Batesburg to see their 'farm' and pick asparagus. Of course, the best laid plans never seem to pan out ... and instead of sleeping in as we so desperately hoped they would - both J and A were up before dawn. The hope then became that early naps would occur - in retrospect we should have bundled them up and taken them to Trinity - but you never just know with kids under three.

So, we finally made it out to Batesburg in the afternoon (following A's nap protest) - and the kids had a wonderful time. J walked up and down the rows in the garden - when he reached the end - we'd just pick him up - turn him around - and send him on his merry way. He tripped and fell and meandered around like a drunk sailor in the soft tilled soils - but did so with a grin from ear to ear. Farmer J.

A helped her uncle pick asparagus - and then ran around the entire property demanding to pick every flower she saw. Eventually she shed her favorite shoes (crocs, of course) to walk around in the dirt just like J. Country A.

It was lovely.

And for the first time in a long time, I was able to look at the blue sky, and the shining sun, and my beautiful children, and feel peace.