Sorry

This post is dedicated to justifying our rather long silence.

First there was no internet. So the middle child and the youngest child buried themselves in work to forget that grievous fact. Somewhere between painting the vaulted ceilings, dancing with the scaffold, painting the library, creating art in the youngest child’s room, laying linoleum, painting secret closets, ripping up walls in cabins, replacing the unfortunate walls, building a counter top for the favorite mother’s secret mother’s day gift, working around a crooked dock, washing walls, making beds, washing blankets, being nice, raking the beach, planning parties, visiting hiding Heidi, finding the favorite Texas Grandparents in Canada, cutting trees, moving trees, and moving a deck for the door, the silly sisters have managed to find the time to keep batting the book ball into the publisher’s field every time it gets pitched back. Was that sentence too long? No doubt.

No one else has posted either though so we don’t feel completely guilty…just slightly. But off to work with us now. If we don’t keep moving we’re bound to fall behind.