Week six was the week of all things water now that the heat is really kicking up here. We had our first day in the 90’s.

Another day this week the Denton’s busted out a giant tarp and dish soap for the best homemade slip and slide ever!

We had some cousin play time at Jo’s

One morning we went for a family walk along the canal to look for the baby ducks Marc had seen the previous morning. We had barely stepped on the canal path when we found the mama and her ten little ducklings!

It was kinda magical just watching this little family go by. And the ducklings were so tiny and cute.

Seth and Kenzi came over for a swim party. It is always a good time when Seth bust out some fun diving tricks.

This week I started my first “home improvement-ish project” ever! I am sanding down and painting the old hutch my Grandpa Tucker made when he and Grandma Bobbie were first married.

Robin Brown, my best friend who is the same age as my Grandma Adams, is mentoring me in my project. Robin is all knowing in most things that can be done at home. Plus she has endless patience, a smile, never thinks I ask dumb questions, and has bags of pretzels for my kids. Before we started she told me,”the thing to remember is this is NOT rocket science and anything you do can be undone if you don’t like how it turns out.” Thanks Robin. Plus it’s always nice to know Robin has lived through most worst cause scenarios (lost a child and her house has burnt down) and nothing ruffles her feathers.

Sanding was surprisingly therapeutic. Slowly working off layer by layer, smoothing there rough places, discovering the beautiful white wood beneath the years of lived on dark finish. It made me think how change for me is slow and sometimes painful and require the “harder grained sandpaper” but overtime I hope I am becoming a kinder, nicer, smoother version of myself. Thank goodness I can get a lot of help from Jesus and not have to do all the work myself. He is The Carpenter after all.

This picture of my babies by the pool want look like much to most, but this is a photo of me with my three kiddos at the pool by myself. Having all three alone by the pool last year cause great anxiety and seemed like an impossible feat for this postpartum mama. But it is amazing what only a year will do. Impossible things can become everyday small things even pleasures.

Like right now, moving to Waco is giving me all the impossible “feels” of hard, scary, exciting, impossible, adventurous, and homesick. But I know, that like the pool, I need to give it time, and maybe a year…

Levi has decided he lived the pool and happily drums away on the water as long as someone will hold him in the water.

He also LOVES watermelon.