August: first half.

I wrote this August 21st but didn't get around to posting.
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Morgan had a lovely time at grandma and grandpa's house. He came home a little heartbroken, missing them "so much" (in his words). They made cookies, ate cherry tomatoes from the garden, swam in the pool, read lots of books, played with cousins, went to the park and played with uncle dude's old star wars legos.

Danny missed brother so very much. The last day before Morg came home, Danny was actually crying for his 'Mimi' (Morgan). The night Morg finally came home, Danny crawled in bed with him and pulled the covers up. They don't usually sleep together and this was the first time he'd ever shown any interest in sleeping together. He missed him so much.

I was patting myself on the back for keeping my kids healthy all summer long, but I celebrated too soon. (Damn it.) Within a week's time, Danny had the stomach flu followed by a lovely cough/cold. Morgan followed suit and let's just say I was running on E for a few days. Sick kids = no bueno.

We got a little further with the backyard progress. Although, up until now, it's seemed like a deep black hole sucking our money in with very little signs of improvement, I'm learning to embrace its size and love it for what it is. It sort of feels like a trial run for the farm Mr. Keller has promised me someday.

Danny and I played on the swings all night last night while Mr. Keller mowed and mowed and mowed. Next summer, I will buy him a riding lawn mower to save his life. It takes so long with our push mower -- the one he bought used back in 2005 before we were even married. It was supposedly on its last leg back then. It's still bitchin', as I like to say. Even though it overheats at least three times every mowing session, and its not uncommon to see a thick black cloud of smoke following behind wherever Mr. Keller pushes it. Ride 'til you die, is what I always say.

Morg had his first little talk in primary on Sunday. It was on prayer and he did so good. I was so proud of him. He was a little nervous at first, but he did so well. He talked about how he had lost his camera and his star wars puzzle and couldn't find them anywhere until he said two prayers. Then he found them. He had seen me praying to find the car keys one day and asked me all about why I was praying for that. I, of course, found them shortly after and he put two and two together. We have a testimony of prayer and finding lots things around here. It works every single time for me. Blessings.

Other than that, we're still afternooning in the backyard every day. The boys skinny dip. I watch freckles appear on my legs and spend lots of time feeling heartsick about how it's late August, and almost September. Even the apples are falling from our fruit trees. We registered for preschool this morning and I have made special note several times about how at this time, next year, I will be in a severe state of motherhood depression as I send Morgan off to Kindergarten.

Someone please stop time.

{my wizard staff I found in an old barn} 

{the day of Morg's first primary talk}