A string tied to a tree. Flip Flops on the dock. The sun reflecting on water as smooth as glass. Ready to float. Pure Joy. A family of ducks. Peaceful. Coming in for the landing. Just Relaxin'. A sunset with grandma and granddaughter.
Lately, I've been thinking about dance and my old days in dance and feeling really nostalgic. I think its something I'm going to have to get back into. Anyway, here are some favorite dance things I've been swooning over lately.
Aubrey has been growing up so much lately, I feel like I can hardly go to work for ten hours in fear that she'll be a completely new person when I return.
Two weeks ago, she got really proficient in crawling. Now, suddenly she's standing up!
It's been really tough on Martin who is typically gone a couple days a week for work. On the week she started crawling, Martin didn't see her from Sunday afternoon until Thursday night. In those four days she went from barely crawling to zooming all over the house.
Martin joked about her quick learning, I feel like next week I'll come home and you'll be sitting down having a conversation with her about cramps.
She solidly stood up by herself with no help from anyone for the first time on Sunday in church (much to the amazement and joy of all the older people in the congregation)
No you can't keep a good girl down! (sung to the tune of you can't keep a good dog down from All Dogs Go to Heaven)
On Saturday, Martin and I went to the Salvation Army. Twice. We really like it there. It was hot and Aubrey was naked. This is a pattern I stuck to with her pretty much all last week and the greater part of July. It's okay, you can go ahead and be jealous of her nakedness. I know I am.
Due to her lack of hair and her lack of pink clothing. I can understand that it might be confusing for a complete stranger to easily determine her gender. In Salvo this weekend, on woman oooo-ed and aaaaw-ed over her for a good three to four minutes before finally realizes that she was a she. Luckily, I wasn't really offended at all, even though the woman was very apologetic.
Martin picked up a lot of great shirts including on that says, Martin's Super Foods Store, We Give You More. He also got some shorts and I got a cute vase.
When we were at lunch with Gabe and Mary, Martin's mom, we mentioned our field trip to the Salvation Army earlier that day and Gabe and Martin immediately decided we needed to go back to look for good suits for an upcoming wedding. So. yes. twice in once day.
Last week was hot. Like, record highs hot. Actually, I'm not really sure about the validity of that last phrase because I haven't actually researched it, but it was hot. To beat the heat, we spent as little time in our second floor apartment as possible.
Instead we had ice cream for dinner. Don't you love how baby cones are so not baby size.
We played outside, because believe it or not , It was actually cooler outside pushing 100 degrees than it was in our apartment.
For some reason my apartment has decided that it is never going to go below 87 degrees.
No matter how many fans I blast at the situation. I think I need to invest in more fans today. Four is just not cutting it.
They say that the crime rate increases with the heat. I can definitely see the correlation. Not that I'm going to go commit a crime or anything. But being hot really does make you cranky.
My current plan, albeit not a very good one, is to never be in our apartment. Even though it's also extremely hot outside - it's more bearable than inside. Yesterday evening Aubrey and I played in the shade on the back lawn until her bedtime, and then we went out for pizza and ice cream with my dad, brother and uncle. When we returned from that, I went straight to bed where I could be blasted by fans from three different directions all night long.
Martin didn't get home from work until around 2:30 AM this morning. When he crawled into bed he was dangerously close to actually touching me.
Me: Do you want to sleep on my side next to the bigger fan? Martin: No, I'm okay on this side Me: Then move over to your side of the bed Martin: Gee! I thought you would be happy to see your husband! Me: It's too hot for that.
Martin: It was so hot last night, I spent an hour and a half in the middle of the night cruising the internet because I couldn't sleep. Me: Yeah, but you put that fleece blanket down on the couch. That thing makes you hot. Martin: I want to protect the couch. I think it's starting to wear thin.......No! Don't you even start on that blanket. In the winter you think it's too cold. Now you're saying it's too hot. You have always hated that blanket. Me: I don't hate that blanket. I think it's really nice to cuddle on the couch with in the winter, it's just not heavy enough to sleep with. I like to sleep with a heavy weighted blanket on me in winter. Martin: I have never once heard you say anything good about that blanket! You are always talking down about it. Me: Well, you usually always have it in the bedroom in the winter. Martin: No, you can't change the story now, that's like saying she's fat....but she has a really pretty face. That blanket is my fat person. Once you say she's fat, it's too late to say she has a pretty face. THAT BLANKET IS MY FAT PERSON.
On Saturday, I went to Watkin's Glen with some amazing, fun people for a Wine Festival in honor of Caton's Birthday (ok, you guessed it, they didn't host a wine festival just because it was Caton's birthday, but it was a happy coincidence)
It was an amazing festival. Hundreds of wineries under one three tents! Pretty spectacular.
I drank a lot of wine. And laughed a lot. Actually, I started laughing even before I started drinking wine.
The cast of characters: Katie and Ian, Kylie and Andrew, Caton and Me. (sidenote: Caton and I are not actually a couple, but we joked that we would have to pretend we were for the day and brainstormed different ideas we could use for how we met and started dating. Then we starting drinking wine and forgot to put any of them to use.)
I have an obscene amount of pictures from this event. I'm not sure why. When we took off Ian said he wanted an entire album of pictures to commemorate the day. Without making a conscious effort to do so, I definitely have an album's full of photos.
Of course, when everyone is being completely ridiculous it's easy to find great photo opportunities.
This is probably one of my favorite pictures. Caton really wants some of that action!
Oh, and another sidenote, when I mention acting completely ridiculous, it's important that you understand that I was the asshole who broke my glass. And Andrew was the asshole who knocked the glass of a complete stranger out of her hands. It was not a good day for glass.
These two are halarious. There's really no other way to describe them.
We made some friends at the end and went back to their campsite for some games. The following conversation is probably my favorite from the day. I won't use any names because I don't want to embarass anyone.
Someone: Hey, kid with no shirt on, get over here. Kid with no shirt on: I have to go. They want to see me with my shirt off.
Great Day. And great way to celebrate the birthday of an amazing friend!
Aubrey officially started crawling on July 2nd, the night before my birthday. When I say officially, I mean, she crawled two steps forward then hit the hard wood floor and stopped cold in her tracks.
I spent the next few days coaxing her to crawl just a little bit further.
Now. The child is a mover and a shaker. She crawls all over the place. I seriously can't turn my head for a second for fear that she will be out of the apartment and driving my car in to town for some ice cream (hopefully she'll wash my car while she has it)
On Sunday night, Martin had to drive down to Maryland for work. The following is a series of text messages exchanged between us.
Martin: 2:30 am Made it, love you :)
This is what I meant to respond with: Love you too! I was gonna call and see if you made it cause Aubrey just woke up, but I didn't want to wake you if you're sleeping.
This is what I actually responded with: Me: 2:31 am Love you too! I was gonna call Joe see if you made it cause Aubrey just woke us but I didn't want to wake you if you're sleeping Me: 2:32 am Not call Joe call you. Sorry mistype. Me: 2:32 am Lol Martin: 2:35 am That looked kinda off in a number of ways.
It wasn't until Monday morning when I looked back at the text message did I fully realize that I basically told Martin I was sleeping with someone named Joe. Definitely not the message I was trying to send.
A couple of weeks ago, my brother's girlfriend picked me a daisy on the side of the road and gave it to Martin, instructing him to say it was from him. Martin, of course, did not follow these instructions and instead promptly gave me the daisy telling me, before I even had a chance to thank him, that it was not from him and was actually from Jessica. Clearly, he doesn't want me to falsely believe that he might possibly have a romantic side.
A few days later, I was working and Martin was driving around with my brother and his girlfriend having just gone to stalk look at a house that we desperately want to buy that is not for sale. Jessica suggested to Martin that he should pick me some of the beautiful orange lillies that are all over the road edge, but Martin declined saying that I would think it was too close to when she gave me a flower and not like it. Clearly, we don't really know each other at all. I always pretty much adore anything Martin ever gives me! To make matters worse, Martin then decided it was completely appropriate to relay this story to me immediately upon my return from work so I could know exactly what I was missing out on. This resulted in a small tiff between us when I proceeded to call him unromantic and too lazy to pick the flowers for me. (I know. Possibly a little too harsh and out of line).
Then, this past weekend, Martin waltzed in our house covered in grease from working on the farm and holding the gorgeous bouquet of flowers pictured above. So yeah, I'm pretty lucky after all.