This is about as good a family portrait as we’re gonna get: Me squinting in the sun, yet refusing to wear sunglasses that are six inches from my eyes; Ryan hunched over by the sheer weight of our diaper/book/toy/food/drink/we-NEED-to bring-whatever-this-thing-is-because-we’ll-be-away-from-civilization-aka-Walmart-for-two-hours bag; Ruthie holding her bag of cheeze-its while longing for Annie’s bag too; and Annie so excited to have her own bag and own stroller that it would take a life size cheeze-it to walk by for her to look up. In fact, really only the monkey had a good take. I’ll have to remember his stance.
Just had a realization. Ryan calls me a silverback every once in a while, and here I thought he was just being rude. He actually was saying I was photogenic! Awww, Ryan. You spoil me.
We’re at the zoo! The Wichita Zoo.
While scrolling through the photos, it seems I took hardly any of Ruthie with live animals. But as soon as we happened upon this fake carcass, my camera apparently lit. up. Yes, Ruthie, go gently pat the exposed ribs and bloody flesh for mommy. That’s a girl.
While in the gorilla sanctuary (aka my homies house, whad up silverbacks!), Annie got really excited about something and pointed.
Just a fan.
Hang on! Just found some photos of Ruthie and animals without flesh wounds.
Oh, nope. They don’t count since she is afraid of them. Of all the animals in the zoo that day, the two that made her scramble for the stroller or our arms? Geese and Sheep.
You’ll do fine in the African safari girl. On a farm, though? Good luck.
When we got home all the kids took a nap. The zoo was just too much excitement for this one:
They all woke up to a sunny, warm afternoon, complete with sprinkler-running and doll-playing. A good combo. Just today I said, ‘Ruthie, your feet are so dirty!” “Yeah, I like them dirty.”
Please excuse our awesome family photo again. Where’s that dang monkey.
I walked in on Ruthie getting the royal treatment at the dinner table. After lunch we went outside. I was gazing at the hollyhocks when I heard Ruthie’s great-grandma ask if they could go for a walk. I followed behind them with my camera like a stalker.
They walked around the whole house holding hands and discussing flowers.
Ah, here’s a good one! Maybe I’m the bad seed in photos? I refuse to believe it. Not with my primate lineage.
I then felt the urge to snap photos of their backyard. This is how I get at their house inside or out. I get so overcome with the grandma vibe that I need to inspect everything and then kick myself for not doing it more at my own grandmas’ houses.
They’ve lived in this same house since it was first built in the 50s. I love that.
When this tree was young, they twisted the trunk so now it’s big and twisty.
When the fence was installed (in the 50s too), Ryan’s granddad took snow cone cups and filled it with cement to finish off the posts. Julie got to peel off the paper when it was dried.
I told myself I wouldn’t forget, but now I have. She grew up calling this little flower “bunny ears”? Maybe? When you look at it in a certain way, it looks like a little bunny face with two ears sticking straight up.
It was a beautiful day. But Annie was starting to fuss, so we went home.
After the naps we had dinner outside.
Followed by soccer.
And then we stumbled on the mulberry bush. How come Ryan and I’ve been married 8 years and I just now know they have mulberries? Ruthie and I could’ve picked all afternoon.
Shortly after that photo was taken, I walked back to the table to sit down and Ruthie stayed to pick some more. We all looked up and Ruthie had taken off her diaper and shoes and inhibitions and streaked across the yard through the sprinklers.
Once again, ah summer.
Randy and Ruthie went down to get the mail together. They didn’t on the way back, but on the way there they held hands. There’s nothing cuter than seeing her hold her grandparents’ hands.
Annie watched from the house.
Her big toe caught on the door frame. Oh my gosh, I love those little details…this time I just happened to have my camera.