Just for fun.

No one makes him as happy as anna can. The biggest brightest smiles for her. I love this smile.
I wonder what he thinks about? Why so Serious?
The wildest animals at the Zoo. Not. We are so lame these days. Diapers and Doodie are the topics of discussion. Ahh the good life.
Love at first sight.
I think Hazel is so beautiful. Like her mamma.

Abundance.

Thank you so much to EVERYONE who loves me and supports me and tolerates me. It hurt so bad leaving my baby and coming to work but damn my friends and family were so amazing I survived some how. I feel so darned lucky. So lucky. This morning I tucked myself to sleep stuffed full of coffee cake with the very best babysitters in town looking after my boy!

Daddy-0-

I don't remember much about Father's day from when I was a kid. I think I must have gotten him the odd screw driver set and the occasional tie. I do remember being very excited to be able to get him a gift and show him how much I loved him. I remember other things too. How all the kids in the neighborhood liked to come to my house, not to play with me but to play with him because he was by far the funnest dad in the neighborhood. He would sink to the bottom of the pool and let us stand on his back and then explode out of the pool launching us in to the air, thank god I was already wet so no one noticed when I would pee my pants from laughing so hard. He held my hand and tried his best to brush my hair. He took me camping and fostered  my love of scrabble and the need to cheat at board games. He called me his rain girl and taught me the song somewhere over the rainbow after I fell in love with Judy Garland and wanted to be Dorothy. He read me stories and made me smores, tucked me in at night. I learned how to ski while riding on his and learned how to use a saw under his watchful eyes. He filled my heart with enough love and happiness that it has lasted this long still full to the brim. I miss him so much. 

I think of him the most when I see Darren be a father. When he teaches them how to ride there bikes and tosses them in the air. When I hear peals of laughter and screams of delight. I find myself feeling so accomplished. That I found this great dad for my kids. That someday they will be full of memories and love when were gone. If I could give him one gift it would be the knowledge of what it is he does every day and how important he is to four very special beings.  

Beach Time

Count Olaf and his Starbucks at the beach. He loved it.
How relaxing. There's something about just sitting with your feet in the sand listening to the ocean that makes you feel both totally relaxed and alive at the same time. I love my life. I love this life. Loud and messy and disorganized. Covered in sand, baby barf and Cheeto hand prints. Sharing it with my friends. 
Poor out of shape Wendy trying to keep up as we climbed the dune.  
What a beautiful day. A really really great day. Except the car ride home. Beck screamed the WHOLE way home. 
My favorite big middle girl. You know who you are.
Wendy and her new man.
On top of Pacific City sand dune. Wendy was the last one up the hill, pretty steep and she really struggled to get up to the top. Olaf had to tug her along. 
Look how happy Beck is. 
Ohh how cute.
Nice capri's D. 

Jiggle Jiggle smack.

Today was an exciting day for the Digby's. 

Darren started his new job today. He said his first day at his new job was nearly identical to his last day at his old job. Oh wait that is because it is the exact same, only less pay. That was different. I guess I shouldn't complain as he has a job and I am going part time asap. 

Before long I will be a trophy wife. Maybe not a first place trophy, but like a thanks for participating trophy.

Today I went to the Rack to do some shoe shopping, gotta love the clearance shoes. I bought some tennis shoes as the last pair I had was totally 80's, because they were from the 80's. $15 bucks, heck of a deal. And I feel like those poor shoe's have a big job to do and well they will tire out fast, so why spend a ton right? So I put on my new little shoes and went for a walk. 

As I walked around the park I started feeling all badass and wondered, maybe I could jog a little. Very little, like between two park benches little. But I did it. At first I thought how sweet the little park kids were clapping for me. But the moment I stopped jogging the clapping stopped. Then it dawned on me it wasn't clapping it was smacking. Ohh not good. This body of mine, hmmm we won't use the word firm. It was very disturbing to realize how much jiggles. Lots and lots of jiggle. My poor shoes. Those little air pockets or gel pockets were probably thinking whoa whoa whoa what the hell, we can only withstand so much pounding before we burst open. So who knows maybe tomorrow I will mix it up a little maybe do park bench to park bench to picnic table. Or not. Depends of weather or not I left bruises with the smack smack jiggle.

Shameless Posting of Pictures.

Darren and The Bee part two.

I almost peed my pants once. Well I've almost peed my pants a number of times and it seems to be increasing with age, but this was the closest ever. It was a number of years ago. We live next to a giant field and it is full of Brier bushes which are full of bees nests. Yellow Jackets to be precise. Darren messed with their hive by prodding at it and they came out quite angry. Darren had to run across the yard to get away from them. That was pretty funny too. He looked very silly. 

Then he decided to seek his revenge on the bee's. That was a bad Idea. Out came the hose and here was his fatal mistake. He sprayed a nest of yellow jackets. They were not amused, I was. He went running across the yard smacking himself, jumping up and down and yelling. He was going to come in the back door, where I was standing. But I had to close it otherwise I would have had a house full of bees. So of course I went round front were he ran and there was running in circles in the front yard smacking the hell out of himself. If you didn't know he was being attacked by yellow jackets you'd think he was crazy. I was very worried about him. Of course I did ask him if he was ok before I started laughing. He too laughed once the stinging stopped. 

Since then he has had a particular hatred for bees. One flew into the kitchen and he thought the best way to deal with it would be to cut it in 1/2 with a small paring knife. In the end he was successful. 

BEE's 15.

DARREN 1.

And some pictures of my boy and friends!

Zoey was not so thrilled about Joy's cookie breath.

My big boy!!

Thanks for the fun at the fountains!