The only things I have left are a little painting, sealing the floor and trimwork. Piece of cake. (Oh, and the pizza on the stove is totes not a prop. We really ate it that day for lunch.)
Da breakfast bar and breakfast nook. A lot of breakfast for a guy who doesn't even take time out for breaksies, huh? (My dad doesn't either. We also both despise rice. We have differing viewpoints on both strawberries and cooked liver though...)
This is pretty much the same picture. Deal with it.
Okay, so I'm repeating myself. Just pretty proud of my handiwork. Whodathunkit?
This is a picture of Jack running away from home because his dad ignores him every weekend because of the kitchen. Ahem...you're going the wrong way! Sorry, Jack. Now that it's over, Daddy can actually pay attention to you. How old are you now? 13? Wow.
When we were clearing the garden of the old stuff, I was pulling up the leftover crysanthemums, on my hands and knees and this mama duck scared the poo-sticks out of me. I thought it was a badger or something. We gave her water and bread so she could survive the nesting ritual. I think we're gonna have baby ducklings soon! That'll be fun. And fun is good.
Don't stand so...don't stand so...don't stand so close to me... The duck was a little concerned about the Jackles getting so close to her eggs. Jack loves feeding ducks though.
Big gulps, huh? Welp, see ya later!
Ninja Jack displaying his skillz.
After a long day of tiling, nothing feels better than falling asleep in a snuggle. Gawsh, I look old. Why do I still get carded? I don't get it. I look eleventy-seven or so right now.
This is also at O's party. Jack had a blast with that balloon. From what I hear...I wasn't there...I was at home...in the kitchen...bustin' my hump.
That's my awesomest, funniest friend ever, Aaron, swinging my kid. Good to know he could step up for me...while I was in the kitchen...with my dad...working...
See ya soon, everyone!