Short days and long weeks....

AAAHHHHH!!! 

These last few weeks have been filled with those doing much yet accomplishing less than you need to sort of days...

I taught an Arts & Crafts class at VBS. (No one lost any fingers, toes or eyeballs. I may have lost some sanity.)

We made some plum jelly, canned dill pickles and green beans. We shucked, cooked, and froze 6 dozen ears of corn. Tomatoes, beets and more green beans are being tackled next week. Any good tomato sauce recipes, anyone? We prefer chunky marinara.

We TAUGHT HANK TO WALK!, as you know.

We made a weekend trip out of town to the in-laws.

We researched "creepy trees" for inspiration on a wall mural we're doing for a friends little boy.

We felt our first earthquake.


We spent lots of time with my Grandma, who is incredibly awesome. She can work circles around me and has been a huge help with my first years attempt at canning/freezing/jelly/jamming local fruits and veggies. 

Grandma Rose and Henry, Henry's first parade.

We love her so much. (So much that, when given the chance and a TON of help from my Dad, we were able to move into my Great-Grandmothers little house next door to her a few years ago. Now we get to share breakfast and a yard. Yay!)

Grandma and Pap's six foot tall faces in our living room.

She was recently diagnosed with breast cancer, which was devastating news, but God has blessed our family and she is on her way to cancer-free. She is the most absurdly cute, sweet, understanding and positive person. 

Henry and I have been fortunate enough to be able to accompany her to her radiation treatments. They have been going well, and I love having her all to myself for a few hours each day. The only negative is that we are both serious thrift store/bargain shoppers and we end up turning an hour long trip into an all day affair.

Which is really only a negative as far my inadequate housekeeping is concerned.

Henry's mad walking skills are improving every day. He's getting so fast! He's doing pretty well with not touching what he's been told not to, standing beside the offending object and vigorously shaking his head no.

He is master of the rings/pole game. (One ring to rule them all!)

He can drive trucks with sound effects.

He is still afraid of lilac bushes and vacuum cleaners.

And his greeting/goodbye of choice is now the high-five.