Last week....

I realize that it's officially now "this week"..but "last week" got away from me.

The perfectionist within was tempted to just move on to this weeks events.

But in keeping with the promise I made to myself to never again worry about approval, blogging etiquette, or "do's and don'ts"...more than the reasons I started this blog...here we go.



We celebrated the 4th of July here at home.



With lots of yummy food, fireworks, and a cooler full of water balloons.



They were so much fun.

But such a mess.



Kinda like these bad boys.



I finally found this Ikea Ektorp sofa on Craigslist for $300 like new! Only took 8 months of waiting. The matching ottoman came with it. Perfect for my Ektorp chair (also a Craigslist steal) in my living room.

Remember the coffee table I found last month?

My formal dining room turned sitting room {you know, a place you can actually just sit in front of the fire with NO TELEVISION} is finally coming together.

Craigslist=love.



It has been hot as Hades here so the kids decided to kill two birds with one stone by breaking out the sprinkler.

Put another "X" on our Summer List...and get cooled off.

Last time I checked you didn't need goggles to play in a sprinkler but hey...what do I know?



Then their mean momma makes them sit outside till they dry off.



I hitched a ride to Wal-Mart with this handsome fella.

Don't let the toboggan fool you. It's hot here. It's just that this is what teenage boys do when they are having a bad hair day.

I have no desire whatsoever to talk about how crazy it is that my baby boy is driving his momma around.

Nope, let's just move right along now shall we?



Oh Lord. It's every where I turn these days.

My kids growing up at the speed of light.

Look at her! Where did my little girl go?!



Frappuccino with mom. A rite of passage.



Mocho Coconut please.

Train them up in the way they should go...right?!



I've been drinking my fair share of these this summer.

They are so dang good and I've got the thighs to prove it.



This is a cookie jar.

In my living room.

Empty.

Don't judge.





"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"