Ahh, the return. We spent a glorious month away from home - just long enough to really, really unwind & when the end came, to feel very happy to be back in our own beds.
We ate delicious local food (Olive gorged on raspberries, cherries & trout), drank delicious beverages, played games, ate sand, swam, cooked (40 degrees celsius, oh my!), watched loons, robins, otters, ducks, pelicans, sparrows, snakes & hundreds of butterflies, hung out naked (Olive actually, not the grown-ups - too many neighbours). We made jam. We made friends. We celebrated the big birthday with salmon, cake, funny hats & a campfire. We spent lots of time with family. We rested. We contemplated the future (move? stay? babies? jobs? homesteading?).
We returned to a mama on strike. And a baby who still doesn't sleep.
And I'm wondering, should I continue the blog? I'm not so sure. I guess we'll see how it feels as things get cookin' busy around here (picket duty, taking care of 2 one year olds, daddy returning to work)... Life.
Somebody sticking sticky fingers into her first taste of chocolate. It was a hit.
1 comment:
Don't stop your blog! I checked routinely for the last week or so in anticipation of a new post upon your return to urban living.
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