While Liv is doing very well for a first timer,

our team is going to end up being the charitable team in the league, as we keep giving out wins and keeping none for ourselves.

I haven’t stopped running in days.

Somebody turned 1 this week!

I think this is the first time we’ve handed him food that wasn’t cut into bite sized pieces.

Clearly, he had to be cleaned up before getting his hands on presents. Happy birthday, cutie!

It’s a gorgeous fall day. Warm and sunny and the colors are vibrant. Clark and I went to a park along the bike trail first thing this morning to meet up with a girl that wanted to buy my soymilk maker off of Craigslist. She lives in Seattle and works in Bellevue, so decided to take the bike trail to work today to meet us at a park in between.

While we were waiting, we walked along the docks on the lake and watched ducks, water skiers, and seaplanes take off.

What a gorgeous piece of Earth this is!

So, the girls are in school and Clark is off to his first day of preschool. It’s not my carpool day, so I didn’t even drive him. I’m just in the house, alone with Max (who is, admittedly, trying to electrocute himself as he’s fascinated by all things powerstrip), but still, it’s a weird feeling. I’m not going to hear anybody speak for a few hours.

This is my annual, solitary rose that, while a bit late this time ’round, blooms and fills the left half of my front yard with a powerful scent of sweet lemon every year. Just one flower a year. The bush itself is a sad, neglected little thing, competing admirably with the weeds and over aggressive shasta daisies (which are also weeds at this point) that crowd it. And since the shoot and foliage of my one flower looks completely different than the rest of the non-productive bush, I think it must be the root that a “more desireable” rose was grafted onto that makes the flower. I’ve heard they do that with roses. But this one smells so intoxicating and so ridiculously strong…. I wonder why someone tried to force it into a different variety?

It’s lovely.

It’s that kind of day. Gray, drizzly, everything is wet but it’s not exactly raining…

Has me all melancholy. Of course, it’s also Thursday, which means I’m a few hours away from Thursday night, which is never a good thing. So that might be contributing.

I want to eat a huge bowl of hot, creamy mashed potatoes. ‘Cause, you know, that’ll fix everything. Or totally not.

What do skinny people do when they’re depressed?

I don’t think the house is cold. It doesn’t feel cold. But Autumn must be approaching because this morning, my toes were officially cold. Which makes me think about knitting socks.

For me, all of summer is spent in Dr Martin sandals, which callous the heck out of my feet. I have huge, tough callouses on the inside edge of each of my big toes, a full length ridge along the outside of each foot, (which is really freaky) plus the usual heel splits and such. It got pretty bad midway through the summer, so I spent some time exfoliating daily in showers and moisturizing in socks. It’s definitely time for that again but I’m putting it off ’til the sandals get packed into the closet for the winter. Perhaps it’s time?

They’re always upset when I cut Clark’s hair,

and this time, we got Max too!

It’s his first haircut! In addition to getting his haircut, he also had a bath. It hasn’t been a very good day for the little guy.

I’d never been to a soccer game before. Ever. Liv’s first game (ever) was on Saturday.

Wow, they run a lot.

It was fun. Since both teams wear purple jerseys, our girls had to wear white t-shirts instead. I must say that my favorite part is listening to the coach yell from the sidelines. He’s hilarious. At one point, a girl on the opposing team fell right in front of Liv, who had the ball on the far side of the field from where the parents and coach were. Liv stopped and kind of looked at the fallen girl as if she didn’t know what to do.

You should have seen him.

“You don’t apologize! There’s no apologizing! We’ve been OVER this!!!”

Oh my gosh, I was laughing my butt off. Maybe you had to be there.

Our fearless leader-

Liv loves him.

And as a parting shot, here’s a pic of Max eating strawberry shortcake.

I bought this silver pendant on eBay a couple weeks ago from Turkey, it just arrived , and I luvs it!

And my knee is much better now, thanks.