The pieces of our May puzzle.
{This kids has green eyes sometimes, and crazy hair all the time.}
{The weather felt like winter, but ready or not, it’s time to get our yard summertime ready. Off to all of the nurseries!}
{We moved roughly one million Hostas to various locations around our house, including this very wet and shady corner of our backyard. So. Many. Hostas.}
{Also in our backyard: this very large camper that our dingbat neighbor took for an off-road joyride while the soil was very wet and squishy. It stayed there for about six weeks before he hooked up a couple of trucks to pull it out. Bringing the redneck country to suburbia must make Caleb feel right at home.}
{Our backyard does provide a pretty fantastic backdrop for summertime sunsets!}
{The first ever middle school dance for this bunch. Mason came home and his exact words were: That. Was. Amazing. Nothing beats a crowded gym full of sweaty and hormonal adolescents. I remember these days with just as much excitement as Mason. High fives for getting back to normal in this crazy Covid world!}
{Last day of school for these two. And both earned the all A high-honor roll. For the second straight quarter. A couple of smart cookies who worked their booties off for those grades!}
{And the last day of school for this third grader. Leaving behind the best teacher ever is just as hard as it looks. We will be forever grateful to have had the one and only Miss McDermott teach all of our kiddos—and Mason twice. She really is second to none!}

{Camryn finally had her time in the spotlight! Dance recital dress rehearsal and stage rehearsal before the big night. She is used to applying her own makeup in a heavy fashion, so stage makeup felt right at home on this tiny dancer!}
{Mason’s team is struggling this year, but managed to pull off a second-place finish at a tournament. Work hard. Play hard!}
{This is how Jacob prefers to spectate Mason’s games.}
{I missed a step in our basement on the way to watch Jacob’s conference track meet. I had to walk but couldn’t walk. Probably not broken, but Ima tell you what, that hurt like a mother!}