We went to the ranch on Saturday.
I don't believe I can adequately describe how fantastic this place is.
There was even a bucket of brand new kittens in one of the farm sheds.
I'm interupting the regularly scheduled Insta programming.
To bring to you a video from Dave.
He secretly wants his own blog.
So I let him on here every once in a while.
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Zero clue that a sweet little deaf kid was going to take over her life.
And make her go up and down the sand slide 147 times.
After she went on the swings for 147 minutes.
It's a magical little plot of land, I tell you.
Feels like you're a million miles from home.
But it's just a hop, swing and slide across 92.
The girls love it.
Thanks Maryann and Trent.
We had a wonderful time.
If Satan had an arcade, this game would be the main attraction.
The Claw of Broken Dreams.
So rigged. So rude.
Dad came through though. 147 quarters later.
Patrick and Emily make SUPER cute babies.
Hello Miss Hayden Elizabeth!
Cutest, chubbiest cheeks I ever did see.
We love you already.
A new Sonic opened in Hayward last month.
The new Chipotle has really bad service.
I'm thinking Chipotle Sunday may be turning into Sonic Sunday.
Still not quite sure how I feel about it all.
Dave promised Kayla she could bake on Wednesday.
And then left for work.
Marzipan fruit encrusted brownie cakes.
She's been watching Cake Boss.
When you plant a church, you lose friends.
Weird, I know.
Not necessarily on purpose.
Life just changes.
It's a post for another day.
Probably a pretty heavy one.
Anyways, I made fake blog friends to compensate.
And I LOVE them.
Such an unexpected blessing.
As if the Lord knew I needed them.
Mrs. Hannah Singer is one.
She sends me pomegranate tea in the mail.
I just love her.
We live about 40 minutes door to door.
With no traffic.
Otherwise it's like 170 minutes.
We hung out on Monday night.
And "watched" so You Think You Can Dance.
But we really just talked.
And ate whirly pop.
One quick glance at this scenario and I am instantly transported back in time.
To Mr. G's 7th grade classroom.
Before the teachers and principal banned multi-colored string from our Catholic school lives.
I also think this is when my OCD set in.
Remember the formation? And trying to avoid the crossover of colors?
And remembering what order the colors went in?
I'm getting all anxious again just talking about it.
Both girls are beasts in the pool.
Beasts, I tell you.
They're taking lessons at the club this summer.
Just to be sure their beastliness doesn't cause any trouble.
Kayla's arms are looking good.
Ashlyn just wants the ring pop afterwards.
I had high hopes for this concoction.
Sadly, it didn't come together like I had planned.
Burnt Oreo cookies.
Undercooked brownie batter.
Sad, sad day.
Sorry, bible study girls.
Linking up with Mrs. Jeannett.
Happy Friday, friends!