Story time

For all in tense and purpose, summer has started. Kraig's schedule has intensified, but I did get a sweet shot of these handsomes reading stories the other night. That might have been the last time he was home during the week to put the kids to bed.

He must be a Webb...

...because he knows what he wants.

We were visiting a friend this afternoon and Thomas picked up a spare helmet. He slapped it on his head, and then walked over to the bike and tried to get his leg up. I helped him straighten the helmet and placed him on the seat. I am pretty sure he thought he would take right off to be with the big boys.

My little Mozart

Start 'em young, that's what I say.

Joking. Thomas I not starting piano, but hopefully Andrew will be starting this summer.

Some strange Benjamin Button reverse aging thing going on

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White or blond hair? Practically the same

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Josh already had the bald head...

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I'm like the crypt keeper!

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I should open my own pharmacy

This is the condition of my counter right this minute. I might shove it all aside to make chicken noodle soup for dinner because, you know, everyone is sick and chicken soup makes me feel better.

Quiet times around the ol' Webb house

Oh, man, These kids.

He didn't know I was filming, but this boy has a lot of Texas pride

Toot! Toot!

I played in my first stake women's basketball game tonight. It has been five years since the last one in Heber, UT, and frankly, I am not 17 anymore.

Lots of reasons to be anxious about it--what if I can't run and dribble anymore? What if I miss all my baskets? What if I can't chug my lazy bones up and down the court for 30 minutes?

Well, the last one was only partly a problem, but oh what fun! So great to be part of a team for a few minutes and cheer for each other's successes and attempts. I scored six points, which is not too shabby in my book. We even won the game, which makes my personal victory a little bit sweeter.

So here is me, tooting my own horn. Toot! Toot!

90 minutes ago...

This charcoal grey skirt was a long sleeved shirt in my goodwill pile.

And the only reason it took 90 instead of 30 was because I had to disassemble the guest room, set up the sewing room and re thread my serger with black (instead of the cream thread that was in it).

I might add a little flower on the hem if I feel so inclined during quiet time.

I think I will take a quick second look at the goodwill pile. I might be able to throw together a whole new wardrobe for the summer...

S.K.I.R.T.

Not so much as monkey business...

Can you see how high he climbed? He literally climbs up the walls at home. Maybe I should get the kid into gymnastics?