No. No. No. No. No.

Well, it lasted three days. The not-wearing-glasses thing.
The second I started to get a migraine I put those suckers rightbackon.

The migraine could have been coming from the events surrounding me- but who knows.
I'm a glasses-wearer again. There are pros, I suppose to being able to see. One of which is not staring people down in public because I think I am wearing shades and they can't see me.
Geez. Get it together, Guff.

Chamblee turned FOUR last week. We celebrated big time. Man, we sure love that girl.

Did you get the princess vibe through your screen? Uhhh-bsessed. 
She starts Pre-K tomorrow. I'm welcoming the routine back into our lives.

This week is shark week. Which is big in this house. Chamblee's class mascot this year is a shark. Thasright. And Jacob, well. He has a special bond with sharks. No, for real. He has a shark in his brain. ::Don't Worry Guys:: He tells me that this shark is his friend, and he has teeth and he swims around in the water in his brain. He doesn't eat his brain. He is his friend. My sweet boy. We are going to be recording and watching all things shark documentaries this week. Learning about Jake's little friend. Man, we sure love that boy.

I'm pretty sure that Josephine will be walking soon. ::emoticon for WHAAAAAAAT?!:: Each of my kiddos has been very different and has taught me a variety of different and wonderful things and she is no exception. She will be ten months old this week and is just cruising along. Man, we sure love that little bird.
Sidenote- She said "Nona" last night before she said "Mama". I'll get over it before she goes to college. Maybe.

Can we talk about the rain in Atlanta? I can't even. I cannot handle any more of this monsoon monstrosity. It is providing some very, very adequate puddles for my little puddle hunters... but yeah, no. I could stand a day without bathing the dogs down every time I let them out. #hateit.
If this keeps up I am going to buy one of these things::

Don't hate. This is a brilliant idea. Genius. 

Everyone's asleep on this rainy, recovering Saturday. That means one thing for this mama. 

Laundry: No.

Dishes: No. 

Nap: No. 

Reading: No. 

Cleaning: No.

Homemade Vanilla ice cream with juicy ripe peaches and a Medium marathon? 

Duh. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff

::Speaking of peaches. I just really love this::