At Home with the Browns
10-on-10: July
I haven't documented a full-day since starting this year's 10-on-10 project. While I've so enjoyed the variety in sharing our 10-ish images; I realized I missed the day I'd document the bits and pieces, throughout 12 or so hours. So this month, that's what I did. This is the 9th.
1. Good morning, the kids are still sleeping.
2. Pie for breakfast...and some cheerios for dessert.
3. Auntie's for lunch.
4. The channel.
5. Time to go.
6. Swimming, before swim lessons.
7. Home, after a long day away.
8. New record player (my awesome birthday present).
9. Tonight, he lost his very first tooth!
10. A game of Sorry before bedtime.
Be sure to follow through our circle, next up is the lovely Elise with Finn Photography.
4th of July
I wanted a 4th of July picture. His response, "I just want an American picture of peace." While referring to his peace shirt and flags, he didn't realize how deep that comment hit.
Happy 4th of July.
June, Our Everyday
It wasn't the record breaking temps of May, but it was good.Filled with that sweet smell of a warm rainy day- and late nights and lots of fresh air.
& then one of the hottest days I can recall, with hours in the river.
Summer may be my favorite.
Kids Were Here
'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 when we were all packed up and ready to head out to Pasagshak, for what become one of the best weekends of summer, ever.
Remember your very first blueberry cobbler, which was also the very first thing for each of you to bake, 100% on your own. Ry kept exclaiming 'this is so awesome! this is so awesome I'm making this all by myself!'
Remember the blueberry cobbler baking aftermath. 
Remember how good the cobbler tasted. 
Remember the first summer we tried our hand at gardening, and our first little tomato we watched grow; maybe it will turn red.
Remember your 5th birthday, Covey, your incredibly awesome carnival.
Remember your 'real' birthday, Covey; everyone that said 'happy birthday' at your party, was met with a quick response of 'it's not my real birthday, it's my fake birthday.'
Remember our experiments baking bread, Ry. Attempting to make a yeast-free loaf for you, that actually tasted good and resembled bread. We're almost there. 
Remember those gold kitty flats, Ella; you set them so perfectly by my flip flops. You have to wear them, a lot; today, it was swimsuit, raincoat and 'my cats, my cats!'.
Remember practicing your letters, both you boys, feeding off each other's drive to learn to read and write.
Remember those sweet summer days, filled with building, buckets, sandals and chalk, and so much more.
