I apologize for my silence. There’s absolutely no excuse for it. I’ve been done with all my schoolwork for two weeks, and I’m discovering one of those age old truths about myself: I get more done when I’m busy.
Now that I’m off for the summer, I have completely devolved. My blog is quieter, my house messier, my child fussier, my laundry hamper fuller, and my dishes stacked higher. I’ve gone back to drinking coffee everyday (which is always a bad idea for my headache prone self.) I have a mental block when it comes to running any errands outside of walking radius. An old running injury continues to flare up, and after six weeks of no running it still can’t handle 30 minute jogwalks 3 times a week. Our internet has been finicky which has me climbing 40 stairs to the garage where I fuss with a jack on the router multiple times a day. Jacob continues to divide his free time in favor of his nautical paramour. And on top of everything else: my yogurt has been very VERY grainy, and if that don’t beat all...
So forgive me that I haven’t been sharing all my molehill mountains.
In no particular order I give you the more interesting parts of our recent living (drizzled with parenthetical commentary.)
Jake and I flew to Chicago to watch my littlest-biggest brother graduate from college. You may remember him.
Now that I’m off for the summer, I have completely devolved. My blog is quieter, my house messier, my child fussier, my laundry hamper fuller, and my dishes stacked higher. I’ve gone back to drinking coffee everyday (which is always a bad idea for my headache prone self.) I have a mental block when it comes to running any errands outside of walking radius. An old running injury continues to flare up, and after six weeks of no running it still can’t handle 30 minute jogwalks 3 times a week. Our internet has been finicky which has me climbing 40 stairs to the garage where I fuss with a jack on the router multiple times a day. Jacob continues to divide his free time in favor of his nautical paramour. And on top of everything else: my yogurt has been very VERY grainy, and if that don’t beat all...
So forgive me that I haven’t been sharing all my molehill mountains.
In no particular order I give you the more interesting parts of our recent living (drizzled with parenthetical commentary.)
Jake and I flew to Chicago to watch my littlest-biggest brother graduate from college. You may remember him.
He’s lost in the neighborhood of forty pounds since he last was featured on the blog. (Apparently that’s what happens to football players when they stop working out.)
All the sibs were present.
As was my Nana June.
(Jake was a crying/scratching/hairpulling/notsleeping nightmare on the plane. And the angelic four month old girl across the aisle who slept and/or giggled the entire flight was just icing on the cake.)
Jacob and I are a proud uncle and aunt of two fine little babies born over the past month. Our nephew Ollin Sage was born to Jacob’s brother Shannon and his wife Willow.
And our niece Emma Grace was born to Jacob’s sister Kathleen and her hubs Thomas.
(My family isn’t fasttracking it to babymakingville so I’m really grateful to my in-laws for giving Jake some cousins and filling my life with pink and squishy newborns.)
I have finally begun playing the banjo Jacob and Uncle John bought me for my birthday several months ago, and I’m becoming slowly less horrible. (I would feel bad for our upstairs neighbor who’s had to listen to my bum ditty these past weeks, except we’ve had to listen to his yippy dog for a year, so I don’t.)
I have finally begun playing the banjo Jacob and Uncle John bought me for my birthday several months ago, and I’m becoming slowly less horrible. (I would feel bad for our upstairs neighbor who’s had to listen to my bum ditty these past weeks, except we’ve had to listen to his yippy dog for a year, so I don’t.)
Jake understands a few words. The first of which was ball. And if you're really keen on seeing it in action you can go here or you can just look at the picture below and take my word for it.
Work on the sailboat is almost done. Uncle John is moving on board next weekend, so I hope to send some sailing pics out old internet way soon.
(I asked Jacob this morning if he was looking forward to being done with the project and spending more time with his lonely little family, or if he was going to miss working on it. He took me in his arms and said: “Katie, I love you more than any boat in the whole world.”
Thanks, dear.)