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Saturday. nthe seventh day of the week; before Sunday.
Morning. n 1. The first or early part of the day, lasting from midnight to noon or from sunrise to noon. 2. The dawn. 3. The first or early part; the beginning: the morning of a new nation.
This year, alongside an incredible group of photographers, we are documenting our Saturday mornings. Follow along here.
10:48am - Headed to the Beach
1. The day Rylee turned seven.
2. Starting the morning off with cinnamon rolls & his first round of Happy Birthday.
3. The microscope was a present success.
4. We found a dead fly, only seemed fitting to put a wing under the lens.
5. She climbs on everything, & it's scary; & then I take pictures, & that might be scarier.
6. Those curls, I hope they stay.
7. Full of personality.
8. Hockey helmet needed for yard travel.
9. This boy & his poultry.
10. Seven-years old; it's a big one this year.
1. Good morning, most wonderful time of the year. 2. Off to school.
3. Pretend game of twister.
5. I do laundry, she climbs up to places she shouldn't be.
6. Some book time.
7. Geared up for a batman birthday party.
8. Picking the perfect present.
9. & we're ready to head to the party.
1o. Time to go home, after an evening at Auntie's- it was a jam-packed day.
Now head over to check out Heather's 10.
November 16th. Saturday morning pancakes. November 17th. She thinks she's hiding.
November 18th. Taking a break from her duties as GodzElla.
November 19th. Back at GodzElla.
November 20th. Our first snow!
November 21st. Playing games, while Ella naps.
November 22nd. These two are plotting against my jewelry box, again.
November 23rd. Our Thanksgiving Turkey aka I've been taking pictures for the last 326 days & she's had enough...
November 24th. Pretending we have lots of snow to play with (& trying not to fall on the ice rink that's become our yard).
November 25th. Happy Birthday, Mom.
November 26th. Yee-Haw.
November 27th. Braving Wal-Mart, the day before Thanksgiving because yes, we desperately needed those pine shavings for the chicken coop (& no I'm not completely crazy).
November 28th. We all dressed up nice, so I asked for one photo (but I got two, thankfully, because this was the 2nd one); & then we had a truly wonderful day.
November 29th. Decorating for Christmas.
November 30th. The most wonderful time of the year.
'If you must look back,do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so prayerfully. However, the wisest thing you can do is be present in the present... gratefully.' -Maya Angelou
Remember that year you become thoroughly obsessed with legos, Ry; it was the year you were six...& we found them everywhere, under our feet, on the table, in the windowsills...
Remember that day in November, you wanted to ski so bad, Covey. You put the skis on & walked all around the yard with them, but it was days before our first snow. You really didn't care.
Remember that day we hosted a baby shower, Ella. We had just finished cleaning up, when you slid that red chair over to climb on the white chairs, & within seconds the popcorn bowl was spilled out everywhere.
Remember that day I was making dinner, & thought it was awfully quiet...& then I found the stack of crackers & opened tub of strawberry cream cheese on my bed.
Remember when we moved a desk into your room; you boys were so excited about it. So excited, you decided to cut up your Waldo book & make a collage. I loved your creativity, but was admittedly sad about the state of the book. Perhaps you were inspired by my encouragement of cutting up magazines.
Remember that year you were a vampire for Halloween, Ry; & then we found teeth around the yard & the house for weeks after.
Remember all that artwork you all three love to do- the ninjas, the self-portraits, the turkeys, the camera, the walls....
Remember that cactus kit Papa brought you back from Arizona- you boys were so excited to set it up & you did, all by yourselves.
Remember stepping up to the height wall, Ella, always eager to be measured like your brothers; & wow, have you grown since the last time we measured you (it may have been a few too many months since the last time).
Remember those smiley faces you liked to draw, Ry, the ones that ended up on one of our pillows.
& all over the back of your bedroom door.
November 1st. He drew his dad a good luck Elk. November 2nd. Two seconds earlier, the house was clean.
November 3rd. Christmas jammy picture day.
November 4th. New desk.
November 5th. Caught in the light.
November 6th. Pirate Island.
November 7th. Block printing with Auntie.
November 8th. An evening at Nanny & Papa's.
November 9th. Heading to a birthday party.
November 10th. Window washers.
November 11th. Daddy's home from hunting.
November 12th. A rare quiet moment with the boys (Ella's asleep).
November 13th. Watching the sunset.
November 14th. Mom, I just want to ski (& nope, he's never skied before).
November 15th. The rat massacre.