This is nothing special, well to you anyway. I'm not a scrapbook type, or a baby book writer, or even a picture printer. I'm terrible at recording memories. This blog is my attempt at holding on to some of my life as a Christian, a wife, and a homeschooling Mom of 5. I am a country girl that lived in a big city for 14 years, and moved to the Deep South for quiet, quaint, small town living.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Pressure washer writing skills

With the new deck comes the need for a new tool. Troy wanted a pressure washer. The man doesn't spend much, or ask for anything really, and it IS for home, we got a good one. Ummm, happy Father's day, ha ha!

This was after he used it to clean out the little intex pool. He showed the kids how dirty the sidewalk was by writing their names. Yes, this was last week and it is still there. He hasn't been able to clean off the rest of the walk, but until then, the kids are having a blast tracing the letters with chalk. It is better than sitting at a desk, right?

We don't have a tree we can carve into. This is City love!

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