Second honeymoon and pitchin' in.

A whirlwind weekend away for a second honeymoon to celebrate our 10th anniversary had left me scrambling to catch up in my daily tasks.

Trying to swipe a drink from my water bottle.

 My wonderful mother-in-law had come to care for our oldest two, while baby escaped with us to Newport OR. Ahhh, rest!

Being attacked by a plastic fish.

The jaw of an extinct shark. Supposed to have measured 50 feet long.

Hiding within the ocean trash jelly fish.

 We took in the aquarium, walking through shark infested waters. No really! We walked right through them- in a tunnel.

 Spent some time on the beach where Abigayle discovered serious drawing in the sand.

 But mostly what we did was talk... uninterrupted.


 We arrived home Sunday evening to a picked up house and a nicely prepared dinner of corn chowder and raw food cheesecake, compliments of my thoughtful mother-in-law.
As any momma of little ones knows, being gone on a trip leaves one breathless in the effort to catch up through unpacking, grocery shopping, and CLEANING.
Did I say cleaning? My kitchen floor was a sorry sight marked by myriads of spills. It has not been at the top of my to do list this week, until today. Today was the day to whip everything into shape.
First the insurmountable Mount St. Laundry was successfully vanquished. Then came the sticky floor. Doing it in sections seemed most logical, being I'm often interrupted in process. The first section was swept and I began to mop. Little miss Abigayle began protesting me spending time on something other than her. So I settled into the rocking chair, nestling her to my breast.

Abrianna saw that there was a job to do and nobody else had the mop. She quickly donned shoes as she knows the floor is very slick when wet as evidenced by her many bumps and bruises. ( notice they don't match). She now had traction. What she didn't take into account was the mud embedded within the tread. For some strange reason, that floor simply was getting dirtier, not cleaner. Lucas( in big brotherly fashion) came to the rescue. Yelling at her that she was tracking mud on the floor, barging in with towel in hand to help clean up the double mess.  Then he took over the mop. By the time they had tired of mopping and I was able to resume, the mop was damaged beyond repair. No, they aren't quite that rough. The mop was on it's way out. Consequently my floor was mopped on my hands and knees. It's very clean my knees continue to remind me.