It was a good week. A hot week. A week for filling up the pool and getting our splash on.

A week for distracting Robbi. First with wholesome good cheer.

And then with harder-to-resist antics.

It’s as if they have been professionally trained to quash all attempts at productivity.

It was a week of dramatic weather. Here is the view at 9:30am last Thursday morning.

It rained like the End Times for about fifteen minutes. And then it cleared up until 5:00, when it rained like the second coming of the End Times for fifteen more minutes.

Alden was unaffected by the weather. She spent the week cultivating her patented blend of style…

…and sass.

Today was Father’s Day. I posted some scans of my cards from Robbi and the kids over on the Bobbledy Blog.

After breakfast, we took a ride across town.

Our destination: The Finishing Touch, where they have samples of every kind of frame in the world. Or so it seems.

Our mission: to get a frame for my favorite new drawing/painting from Robbi.

Please don’t ask me what it means. I love it because of how I feel when I look at it. Those perpendicular lines, those many shades of blue, those wonky lines, those inky blobs. It’s a picture of what it looks like inside of me. And somehow, Robbi knew how to get it down on paper.

We did other things this week, of course. And we’ll tell you more stories in days to come. But it’s funny how often the very best moments always seem rather ordinary.