4th of January

Oh, I mean July. It just felt like January. We call June around here "Junuary,"

and everyone says summer doesn't start until the 5th of July. I will tell you that in my 10 years in the Pacific Northwest, that has been true. There has only been ONE year that I didn't watch the fireworks while shivering under a blanket.

My sister Jodi and her family made the long drive up from Utah to come visit for a few days, and we had so much fun with them. We froze our buns off at the pool and wore sweatshirts and parkas to the neighborhood 4th of July festivities, but then got in a couple days of sunshine and warmth before they had to leave.

Finally some sunshine!!! Must be July 5th.

One night we let the kids roast marshmallows on the grill...
And then Gabby came inside looking like this...

I went outside to investigate. Little Breezy reminds me so much of Maddie at that age. She couldn't just eat something. She had to experience it. And Breezy does it all with a big dose of sassy.

Have any of you read the Olivia series of books? Every day Brielle would wake up, and move the cat, get dressed, and move the cat, eat a bite of cereal, and move the cat. That cat is a saint.

Thanks so much to Jodi and the family for driving up to visit! We have so much fun when you come.