Lemonade & Stripes

Ahhh...sweet summer days. Sister has been going to VBS this week and our precious next door neighbor has taken her and brought her home each day. That has been a tremendous blessing! 

Little Man and Little Bit and I have rocked the mornings...which has included putting a yogurt filled spoon down the vent, which seems to be permanently stuck in place.

 It is SO STRANGE to only have two at home. 

They have played well and it's been fun, but just really weird.

Each year our VBS encourages the kids to earn money to help whatever the chosen cause is...this year, it's Tornado Relief in Alabama. 

The sign reads: "Offer Your Prise...Lemonade"

All money the children earn is being sent to a church whose Sanctuary was destroyed and who is not only seeking to rebuild their own Sanctuary, but they are also in the process of planting a church in a nearby, needy area, that also was hit hard by the tornadoes. 

All that to say, Sister and her friend next door decided to have a Lemonade Stand. Of course Little Man got in on the action.

And so we sat in the sweltering heat for a few hours yesterday. 

The children collected $48. Not bad. 

Even if they were their own best customers! 

Little Bit made a habit of conning the children into refilling her glass, and then promptly pouring it down her shirt. 

Random shot of Warrior...

and the big reveal...'cause I know you've been dying to see!

Ta-Da!

I am SUPER pleased with how this turned out.

It was a lot of hours of looking straight up and I am still feeling it in my neck and arms...

I keep asking The Engineer if he realizes I striped the ceiling. He smiles back and assures me he is well aware. 

And in other unrelated news...I currently weigh more than I have ever weighed except when pregnant. I am not pregnant. Something must be done. Today was day three of "get my booty back in shape." 2.1 miles on the elliptical, plus free weights, and sit-ups. My goal: this for 5 days/wk, for a month. Then I'll re-evaluate. I keep telling myself I can do anything for 45 minutes. I do not like to exercise. At. All. But I don't like what I see, either. Therefore, I ellipticate*.

* ellipticate: to work out on an elliptical machine