One week of my life in 1,600+ photos and a whole lot of words. I know, it’s a ridiculous amount of photos. Part of it is the remote — it makes taking self-timer-photos so dang easy that I sometimes over click. But man, I love this project and am so proud of myself for staying caught up.
There’s a part of me that is glad Week in the Life is coming to an end. But there’s a part of me that got into rhythm of hyper-documenting our comings and goings and all the moments in between that makes me kinda sad it is coming to an end. What am I going to do in the morning without my big camera staring at me right in the face?
My boys have been good sports this week. Samuel asked to use my camera several times to capture images of me – which I find absolutely endearing. I told him that the project is coming to an end and he asked, “When are you going to do Week in the Life again, mom?” He’s been enjoying my blog posts and loves hearing about the details of our/his life. Although my boys haven’t said anything all week about my self-timer beeps, I’m sure they are ready for a break.
Here’s a look at our Sunday.
Sundays are laying in bed as long as possible — again, at least for me. Samuel is always the first to get up and ready to play. He does what he can to wake me up and get me out of bed. This morning, he’s jumping on the bed singing a counting song.
Sundays are for giving my eyes a break. I am a contacts wearer. While in bed this morning, I read an article about a man who had a bacterial infection in his eye that ultimately resulted in partial blindness in one of his eyes. I am pretty good about taking my contacts out and disinfecting them properly, but it gave me a good scare. So, I’m giving my eyes a break from wearing contacts. I think I will be doing this each Sunday.
Sundays are also for Starbucks. I’m a non-fat mocha no foam, no whip kind of girl. So don’t add foam to my drink just because you feel like it or it looks pretty or you didn’t know. Mochas aren’t supposed to have foam. Didn’t you read the manual? I know because I was a barista back in the day.
Sundays are for getting fresh produce at the Farmer’s Market. I love cling peaches and he loves lemon cucumber. There are only two stands with cling peaches and I alternate each week to support both. No luck with lemon cucumbers this week.
Sundays are for horse riding lessons. He’s been riding for almost two years and continues to love the sport. This is Kaluah, his current favorite lesson horse. About a month ago, Kaluah reared and crow hopped during a lesson. While it scared me, Samuel saw it as a test to see if he’s a true cowboy. He stayed on, felt confident about his skills as a rider, and continually asks to ride Kaluah every lesson after that. He now rides (and trots) without a lead rope. I am proud of him but what’s more important is — he’s proud of himself.
Sundays are for exploring the equestrian center and visiting with some of our favorite horses. There are two retired Budweiser Clydesdales on the property and he loves visiting them. In the Winter, the Clydesdales will pull a wagon in Santa’s Secret Adventure. We can’t wait to experience the magic this winter.
Sunday is for reading the paper while trying something new. I bought the crawfishes at the Farmer’s Market for $3/lb – way cheaper than if I were to order a pound at The Boiling Crab. I boiled them for 5 minutes and had them sit in the pot for an additional 25 minutes to soak in the seasoning. They are pretty tasty.
Sundays are for trying new treats. We went to Yogurtville after bouncing and he had frozen yogurt for the first time. He had vanilla yogurt topped with gummy bears, strawberries, and marshmallows. I think the toppings are his favorite.
And that concludes a week in my life. Thank you for stopping by.