For The Weekend.

Saturday mornings at our house mean going to the grocery store in p.j.'s (well, the kids at least ...) for donuts. (Or Snooze for breakfast when we are up early enough to beat the crowd.)

It means lots of coffee and a lazy morning of "what should we do today?" talk.

For us, tomorrow means the swimming pool. Grilling (spicy steak sandwiches with homemade BBQ sauce and corn on the cob)... Linz's bachelorette party tomorrow night...(and me constantly on B&H's website looking at the 85L lens ... ha)

Sunday is Church. Farmer's Market. A nap. And then a photo shoot with a sweet family traveling all the way from Wyoming. So excited.

Wayne is in bed most of the time - or sitting in a chair with his leg elevated. The clot makes it nearly impossible for him to get around. If it isn't better by next week, it sounds like he will go to the hospital to have the clot broken up and his leg drained. Should help so much.

So. That's where we're at.

XO.

Val

AND. I am back.

Let's move on from the complete and utter "tell it all" post of yesterday. Vulnerable. Raw. And moving on. 

Wayne is home. Working. Leg elevated. 

I am busy drinking coffee, reading books to Claire, and reminding Caeden to not yell in the house. I suspect Caeden is deaf. Ha. How did I end up with two LOUD kids when I am so noise adverse? Is that just the way it happens?

I like the idea of decorating the entry way (from our garage) with the kids' artwork. 

Photo from Odeedoh.

And a little wagon filled with books. Oh my gosh. So am doing this as my bookcase is a complete disaster and needs a little cuteness. Idea and Photo Credit Here.

And this picture. Sigh. It speaks to me. Love the composition. The lighting. The kiss. The way he is grabbing her face. I hope you all have someone to do this with ...

Photo via Style Me Pretty.

A couple of books for Caeden. A surprise that will come in the mail with his name on it. Something we can do for quality time. Reading is so important at our house.

Found at Amazon, of course.

Into the weekend we go ...