Pit Stop

In the middle of nowhere this summer- I honestly don't remember, probably somewhere between upstate Michigan and South Dakota, we stopped for gas, watermelon bubble gum, and to stretch our legs.  I snapped a couple pictures of the girls.

lillian rachel.

This is my brother.

This is my brother.  His name is Jack.  He is thoughtful and kind and goofy and serious and ridiculous. He can make you smile.  He makes Office jokes constantly and is a soccer player/ snowboarder/ longboarder.  He likes his "bro-tee".  He gets bedhead all the time.  He is a goof of a model.  He *thinks* that he will be a better driver than me when he gets his license.  He also thinks his music is better than mine.  That is false.  He hates being short.  He is starting his first online classes tomorrow and I'm really excited for him, I've loved my omnibus class and I can't wait for him to too.  He sometimes cooks spaghetti but only when he has too.  But it tastes really yummy.  I love him, even though sometimes we don't get along. ;)     

Summer sundaes

At grandma and Grandpa's.  We went to the grocery store with a list shouted at us on the way to the car.  "what do you want on your sundae?" "crushed walnuts" "nerds" "whipped cream" "gummi bears"

We searched the store for all the best things.  Bulk candy and peanut butter shell.  I love my cousins a lot.  When we got home the power went out and we worried for our ice cream, but the power came on later that evening after we had passed the time snacking on chips and dip and homemade bread and hummus and playing phase ten.  We took goofy pictures and laughed and reached over one another and didn't finish all ten phases before the power came back on and people came and went and then we had sundaes.

Summer sundaes you will be missed.

lillian rachel