As tired as a church mouse

Keaton, the other night, on his lack of sleep:
"I get as much rest as a church mouse.  When people come early to church.  And he had a long night...getting cheese.  And bread crumbs."

I laughed for a long, long time.

Keaton reading Jamison a story.
...love.

Sunday Afternoon

I'm pretty sure today was the perfect afternoon.  After church we had an early dinner on our backyard porch in the warm early summer sun, then I spread out a blanket and read a photography magazine while snapping shots off and on of my intrepid little boy as he explored every inch of our backyard for the umpteenth time. 

 

He's been making this face quite a lot  lately!  He makes me laugh.

And this was pretty much inevitable.

I gave our Young Women's lesson on keeping journals today.  I was glad I'd kept all those journals while Keaton was on his mission, but it made me sad to realize that A. I hadn't kept a handwritten journal at all for almost 4 years and B. that this blog, which is the closest thing to a journal and family history that I can currently claim, has not been updated for a month and a half.  That might be a record for this blog, I'm not sure!  I've been busy, of course, but I'm coming to realize that the busier I get the thing that gets neglected most of all is me.  So I'm going to make an effort to not let the personal side of my life slide by the wayside while the professional takes over.  And there is just so much I need to share!  Consider this post my first step towards blog/journal repentance. :)