Bubbles.

This weekend gave me hope for many summer weekends filled with f. Friday evening I finally finished painting the kitchen. I had just one more wall to complete, and it had been mocking me for MONTHS. Saturday was a bit rainy, and in the morning the kids rain errands with RD and Bubba figured out how to play games on Sesame Street. A mellow day, but we got out in the evening to attend a fun birthday party that just plain wiped the kids out. Which is always a good thing.

Then Sunday brought sun; glorious SUN. The kids and I had a lazy morning, while RD worked on a list of mosquito tasks: siliconing all the door hinges, adding molding underneath the door to the garage, putting out the deck furniture, getting the oil changed and more.

We went out to the deck to play with the bubbles the kids received from the previous evening's birthday party.

   

They love to blow bubbles. And, frankly, I can't blame them.

   

I would love to have Sissy's hair; because come on. RD's genes are good for at least one thing: curly hair.

Completing my kitchen painting process energized me to get some additional spring cleaning done. I moved and cleaned under and the sides of both the stove and the refrigerator (PS. NASTY). I hung a bulletin board in the kitchen. I wiped down the kitchen cabinets. I packed up and stored my winter sweaters. I folded and put away three loads of laundry.

And then I weeded the front yard.

The bubbles were more fun.