Fields and Alleyways

Fields and Alleyways: two of my favorite places to take pictures
Heather Elaine Goodyear: one of my favorite people to take pictures with

Here's our adventure from Monday:

Vacation

I got to go camping this weekend with the fam.
We left Thursday, and reluctantly came home on Saturday.
It was a blast.

We went with 3 other families (lots of little kids, so my siblings and I were the only ones our age)
The trip consisted of:

late, late nights playing games (we're talking 3 AM here, to the point where you're so tired everything's funny)
laughing so hard my sides hurt
gooooood food.
spending ALL DAY at the lake
jumping off the dock
throwing children off the dock
cute little kids with southern accents
kayaking around the lake
trying to catch fish with our hands
getting eaten alive by bugs
the BURGERS. AKA- the grumpy old couple that got onto us about everything. seriously. it was ridiculous. you know you're bored, and old, and grumpy, when you have to come up with things to get people in trouble for.
s'mores -and therefore marshmallow in my hair
JIMS- the great BBQ place we stopped at for lunch on the way home

And to top it all off, once we were home and showered and mostly unpacked, we went to the laser show on stone mountain, which was indeed VERY good. The new show this summer is very well done :)

I'd say it was a successful weekend.
Plus today, all the little siblings had to get up for the first day of school, and I got to sleep in! woohoo!!

Apology.

I lied.
But, it's not really my fault.
I was positive that blogger had told me that the last post was post 100.
But it really wasn't. It was only post number 93.
I think it had been counting the drafts that I deleted.

So, I apologize.
This is now post 93, and we'll have that party in about 7 more posts.
sound like a plan?
good.

dreams

I don't dream very often. Well, I guess technically everyone dreams every night, but it's very rare that I actually remember my dream when I wake up.

But the last few dreams I've had have all been about a boy. But no boy in particular, just some unknown, good looking boy.

And they're usually strange, and very simple. My latest consisted of my being in a room somewhere with a bunch of other single adults, and I was talking to this particularly good looking guy. Then, he just started holding my hand. It was super cute in my dream. And then right there, in front of everyone, we started dancing (to no music mind you. If this had been real life, I'm pretty sure i would have been officially weirded out if I had met the guy only moments before. But, this is just a dream we're talking about, and strange things tend to seem completely normal). And then we just held hands for the rest of the evening. It was cute.
Simple.
Stupid.

Stupid, because this unknown guy that held my hand in my dream has left me feeling kind of heartbroken. Empty.

Pathetic. Stupid subconscious.

squeak. squeak. squeak.

"Laugh to forget, but don't forget to laugh" -Sign at the mall


Today I went to the mall with the family. While mom and the boys waited in line to build a free thing at the Lego store, I took the girls and we walked around. (us girls aren't that into Lego's, imagine that.) After spending a sufficient amount of time walking around the entire mall and browsing occasional stores, we were done. I found a nice little spot on a bench to wait for mom and the kids to come out of the store, while there was still a quite long line waiting to go in.

At the end of this line, was a family. A mom, dad, 2 girls, and 2 boys. The youngest, a boy probably around 1 or so, was running around completely enjoying himself.
It. was. adorable.

But as if his laugh and smile weren't enough, and the smile on his mom's face as she 'chased' him around wasn't enough, his shoes squeaked.

Yes, you heard that right. They squeaked. Every stumbling, running step of his little feet left a squeak.

In that moment, it was the most adorable, genuine thing. A mother running around chasing a small child so full of joy he just couldn't contain himself, who squeaked everywhere he went so you couldn't possibly lose him.

It was all I could do to not pick him up and laugh in joy with him.... but somehow I don't think that the parents would find that very amusing.