hippie fence

Jeff often refers to me as his, "little hippie," to which I have recognized as a term of endearment. I really love it when he acknowledges my hippie traits. I am quite proud of them, actually.
We don't have a VW Wagon to paint, so we painted the garden box in the backyard. This was not out of trying to make a statement. Rather, this came to be because here in Washington this year the summer has been hit or miss. Monday, was a miss day and the kids and I were bored and sick of the clouds. My creative juices are exhausted and this was what I came up with. It was the perfect activity for the day. It entertained Braxton and Adelle for a good 2 hours. We didn't mind the clouds. Emmett got to sleep through the whole thing. We now have the alphabet in our backyard to practice when we are outside playing, as well as shapes, names, flowers, colors...
and it was fun to show off to "dad" when he got home!

*I know, I know. We could have spent the time weeding the garden! That would have been really productive as well but I actually tried that first and the kids weren't impressed. I will just add that to my "to do without the kids" list!