Dispatch, Baby

About two weeks ago I thought if there were to ever be a summer that my hubby didn't dispatch, it'd be this one. And that would be fine by me. He's picked up a ton of extra duties around the house and I've trained and travelled and enjoyed myself. Honestly. He's the best.

While I partied hard in Whistler (baby), he allowed a seven kid slumber party where french toast was breakfast, made super fab oatmeal/raisin/chocolate chip/peanut butter chip cookies, did all the laundry, and gave out some invites for Morgann's upcoming birthday party. Those are just the things I noticed. And I know better than anyone a lot goes unnoticed.

Tuesday, E worked 26 hours straight. Part was travel to Central Oregon. Dispatch, baby!

Picture taken by yours truly at the fair, a few weeks back. And just because, I'll share a few more!