The last week ( and a half) of June, found us doing stuff.
We visited with friends and their dogs.
Took a closer look at critters with shells.
Mugged for the camera in front of an El Camino at Target.
And picnicked at the park, lunched with my blog group gals,
And attended my sister in-laws baby shower where Cousin Ava got to poke Fiona.
When Emma is born (pregnant sister-in-law not shown), they’ll have their own girl gang.
I had to puzzle out and download a new Google calendar to view on my phone.
And Mark and I lost at least four pounds of fat collectively on the “If it’s white, it’s not right” diet. I’ll share more on these soon.
Eamon had his second and third piano lessons. Wolfy Eamondeus Peachzart,
Mark called him this morning. And Eamon officially swam under water while blowing bubbles out of his nose.
We also said goodbye to a very sweet kitty who left this mortal coil under mysterious circumstances. Rest happily Indigo.
Here’s to the next month being more fun with less bummers.