Big changes are ahead and my nest will soon be very empty,
at least during the day.
There are definite pros and cons
to both homeschooling and private school.
A con for private is that it starts mid-August.
So we are busy trying to cram some summer fun
into the next couple weeks.
Here are some pictures from this past week
along with lyrics to a Trace Atkins song
that gets me every time.
I’m lost in her there holdin’ that pink rod and reel
She’s doin’ almost everything but sittin’ still
Talkin’ ‘bout her ballet shoes and training wheels
And her kittens
And she thinks we’re just fishin’
I say, “Daddy loves you, baby” one more time
She says, “I know. I think I got a bite.”
And all this laughin’, cryin, smilin’ dyin’ here inside’s
What I call, livin’
And she thinks we’re just fishin’ on the riverside
Throwin’ back what we could fry
Drownin’ worms and killin’ time
Nothin’ too ambitious
She ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout
What’s really goin’ on right now
But I guarantee this memory’s a big’in
And she thinks we’re just fishin’
She’s already pretty, like her mama is
Gonna drive the boys all crazy
Give her daddy fits
And I better do this every chance I get
‘Cause time is tickin’
(Yeah it is)
And she thinks we’re just fishin’ on the riverside
Throwin’ back what we could fry
Drownin’ worms and killin’ time
Nothin’ too ambitious
She ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout
What’s really goin’ on right now
But I guarantee this memory’s a big’in
And she thinks we’re just fishin’
She ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout
What’s really goin’ on right now
But I guarantee this memory’s a big’in
And she thinks we’re just fishin’
Yeah, aww, she thinks we’re just fishin’
We ain’t only fishin’
(This ain’t about fishin’)
Addie wanted company on a little island,
so she carried Gwen thru the muck.
Ella slipped and fell....
leaving a big mud spot on her white shorts.
Josie tried to help me get a picture from behind....
....but Ella wanted nothing to do with such a photo.
Sure wish I knew how to arrange photos.
Anyone know of a good tutorial?
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