packed.

Or, that time I slept with Cyndi Lauper.
As the cool weather continues here, we’ve found ourselves with fewer and fewer ideas of how to spend the days.  The absence of hot afternoons at Nana and Papas beach have made way for bike rides and way too many visits to the Farmer’s Market, but only in their opinion.  Lucy spends most of her time dressed like a dog, releasing her Cutie Pies (the birds formerly known as Kevin) then accidentally pulling their tail feathers out as she catches them back.  Tess walks around with Midnight on her shoulder like a black furry baby.  Grant has been building the mother of all deer blinds in the woods.  And Peter has done this:

It’s only one reason why we could never live in a proper neighborhood.  There are many other reasons, but making a pool out of a hose and a trash bag tops the list.  Followed closely by an alarming amount of public nudity and a fair amount of half started tree forts built by children and turning our woods into a collection of trees with random boards nailed to them.
And even though I couldn’t tell you how we spent yesterday, I know it was full and that we fell into bed last night exhausted.  I’m pretty sure one of my children was swapped out for a cousin because someone looked different around the breakfast table this morning.  I just keep counting.  As long as I have four I’m good.  Problem is, these days I never seem to have my four.  But we are sucking the marrow out of summer’s days with friends and family and preparing for our big trip tomorrow.  Which is why the front hall is packed to the gills with all the crap one family of four children, two parents and a Keloid scar named Steve need to survive 12 days in an RV.  But that is tomorrow.  Today there will be a trip to the Kent County 4H Fair to get poop on our shoes and ride something called the Zipper.  There will be four children watching their mother get her brows and lip waxed and cackling in glee for all the times they’ve had to get shots while I watched.  There will be a trip to the Ada farmer’s market where Heffrons will provide us with the meat for our dinner and the cookie guy will have a dozen gf chocolate chip cookies for the RV freezer.
But for now there are two girls riding scooters on the bike path and pampcakes sizzling softly on the griddle and Cyndi Lauper still asleep in my bed, dog makeup still on.  That Cyndi-she so crazy.

 How are you filling your summer days?
This is me being real.  Thankful for these days.  So so so looking forward to pulling out of here tomorrow night and starting a new adventure with these people.

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