Provisions

How is it that God always knows just what we need and He often provides it when we least expect it?

Today, for example. I worked at ITEC. Got 5 hours of sleep. Woke up at 5 am, and worked until 7:30. God provided energy for my entire day. Don't know how I made it through, but I did.

Driving to Des Moines. Rain. Scary. God provided safety for our drive.

Money short for the day. My mom was here. God provided her joy and company...and she bought me supper.

Cold room to sleep in (I'm staying in the creepy vendor booths). Didn't bring socks or a sweatshirt. God provided a vendor booth giving away socks (not even kidding), and extra blankets given to us by the Marriott.

How sweet is that?

Oh yes, and I saw Steve Wozniak speak twice today. If you don't know who that is...you should.

For my Intelligence

Last night, Chaz, Katie B, Renee, Tommy, Matt and I went to a high school homecoming game. It's fun to go to the high school events since Chaz is a teacher now. It's also fun to make fun of him about all of the high school girls being in love with him. Which is true. Then, it's fun to hear them ask if I'm his girlfriend, and have him respond with a resounding yes and a smile.

Going to the restroom last night, I walked into the bathroom and stood against the wall, waiting for a stall to open (since it always takes forever in girls' bathrooms. Well, there were two cute, high school girls standing by the mirror. One primping, one waiting for the primper. The non-primper whispered to the primper, "That's Mr. Engelkes' girlfriend." The primper responded with, "Where?" Then the non-primper proceeded to non-chalantly nod my direction. I smiled to myself, knowing full-well that these girls are checking me out. The primper turns around (completely obviously) to look at me. I merely ignore their game and continue to wait for the restroom, chuckling to myself and thinking about how I'm going to tell everyone about this. The primper gets finished and the two girls left the bathroom. Right outside the door, however (well-within earshot), the primper turns to the non-primper and says, "He must like her for her intelligence."

WHAT?!? I mean, I know I'm not this knockout, complete babe or anything, but I didn't think I was bad enough to get the, "He must like her for her intelligence," comment. Even from high schoolers. Now, no worries, people, I didn't take this to heart or anything. I'm not going to let my self-esteem be determined by some jealous high schoolers with a thing for their teacher. I actually think it is quite funny. This is what I have to look forward to in teaching. And I had forgotten what high school was like.

Oh high school.

Cop Show Addiction

I'm addicted to cop/law shows:

CSI, CSI: New York, CSI: Miami, Without a Trace, Shark, 48 Hours Mystery, Law & Order, Law & Order SVU...And right now, I'm watching Matlock. Oh Andy Griffith.

Even if the show is of poor quality, I can't help it. I get hooked. And once a cop show starts, and I start watching it, don't even try to talk to me. I'm hooked trying to find out what is going on. I need help with this terrible addiction.

The solution: Turn the TV OFF!! (but i'm having trouble...HELP!)

A year of memories

A year ago, September 19.
You and I embarked on a grand adventure.
What has resulted?
A year of memories.

You helped me to remember those memories on our "special day." I came home to a string of memories captured in pictures and words across my room...

fireworks at the State Fair

Kate and Chazland

2 a.m. at the bridge

sunset at Ada Hayden

wedding dances

bike rides (and doubles biking)

late nights at Stomping Grounds

road trips

adventures in Rwanda

Many more memories to come. Maybe we'll move to Carolina, own a cute cottage, and travel up and down the coast, having adventures everywhere we go. Maybe we'll travel to distant lands, teaching and loving people. Maybe we'll live in the Iowa countryside and co-teach English. Whatever we do, all I know is that I'm thankful it'll be with you.

The Art of Being a Woman

This one is probably not for the fellas, but eh, we have to learn to laugh at ourselves, right? So I'm going to share this story anyway...

I sit down at a table today, ready to start another wonderful class in the world of Hagge and History of the English Language. I plunk my bag on my lap to gather my materials to enhance my learning, and all of a sudden, my wallet starts to fall out of one of the font pockets. I catch it and say, "Ope...that would have been unfortunate, haha." Chuckling to myself (and to the stares of people around me), I get my book, notebook, folder, and pen out, hang my bag on the back of my chair, and begin class.

Well, I begin to while away my time in class. I'm fidgeting, I'm shuffling my feet, and all of a sudden, I step on something. I check under the table to be sure I didn't step on my friend's foot, and I see, there, laying on the ground, packaged neatly in white and yellow wrapping....A TAMPON! Yes, I had dropped a tampon on my classroom floor when my wallet almost fell out of my bag. I try and play it cool, but my heart is beating rapidly in my chest. I can't believe this is happening. Play it cool. No one's noticed. Just keep this up for the rest of class...oh no! There's still an hour left of class! Oh please, God, don't let anyone see it! Wait, there's nothing to implicate me. No worries. They'll think it was someone else's...yeah....someone else's.....Still, all I can imagine is that KATE'S TAMPON is scrawled in giant, black permanent marker on the tampon, or that THAT'S MY TAMPON ON THE FLOOR is scrawled on my forehead for all to see and gawk at. Oh my...miserable.

I barely managed to survive class without looking at it (I did check around to see if anyone was staring a few times). Then, I forced myself to ignore the feminine hygiene product lying on the floor as I left, and left my mark laying on the ground for the next class to deal with...I wonder what happened to it....

Hope that story made you laugh...how embarrassing, eh? That kind of stuff always happens to me when I'm having one of those "bad days." Ugh. Oh the art of being a woman...

Diligently Working

Yes, I'm diligently working. Diligently getting my schoolwork done. Diligently doing my reading. Diligently writing my responses. Diligently working on my online courses. Diligently getting everything done.

....And diligently procrastinating. I'm diligently working, just not until right before things are due....

Oh the inhumanity!

More Rwandaness

Check it everyone:

http://www.dewittobserver.com/

Click on the article to read the full thing.....oh wait, I'll just post it here. But still, go there to see the pics.

9/5/2007

Trip to Rwanda instills students with sense of spirituality, hope

By Kate Howes
Staff writer

When three area college students decided to help citizens of an impoverished, third-world country, they never expected to get so much in return.

Their mission began at the suggestion of University of Northern Iowa (UNI) student Nancy Umuhire, who originally is from Rwanda in east central Africa and has not been back to her homeland in three years.

Nancy often had spoken of her dream of returning home and taking other college students with her in an effort to help the residents of Rwanda.

When fellow UNI student Kelly Keegan of DeWitt and her good friend, Iowa State University student Kate Schmidt of Delmar, heard about the idea they wondered what was keeping Nancy's dream from becoming a reality.

"We said, 'Well, let's go to Rwanda,'" Kate recalled. "Nancy asked if we were sure and we said, 'Absolutely, let's go.'"

Over the course of the next year, a group of 13 students from various area colleges volunteered to go, including Kate's younger brother and fellow Iowa State University student, Ben.

The group worked diligently and was able to raise over $30,000 to cover expenses for their trip.

"It was amazing," Kate shared. "Just to have so much affirmation from people. We had a lot of people telling us, 'It's so great you're doing this.' We just thought it was great that we could be doing it."

So, in mid-July, the group traveled to Rwanda where they would stay for two weeks, helping to build a new home for three orphan siblings, ages 15, 20 and 22.

In hopes of being taken off the third-world country list, Rwanda has launched "Vision 20/20," a plan designed to help move poor people out of the capital city of Kigali and into their own homes.

The orphans' new home was part of that effort.

Although their main objective was to build the house, Kelly, Kate and Ben came away from the experience utterly amazed by the progress the people of Rwanda have made since the 1994 genocide and truly inspired by the sense of unity and hope which binds them together.

Welcomed to the family

Members of the group lived with different host families during their stay in Rwanda, all of whom warmly welcomed the students with open arms.

Kelly and Kate stayed with a mother and her four daughters, while Ben stayed with the Mubiligi family whose son, Eugene, is a student at Iowa Wesleyan in Mount Pleasant.

"The hospitality they showed us was amazing," Kate related. "They let us invade their homes, fed us, did Bible study with us. We felt such a connection with them."

In addition to helping build a new house in a small village just outside of Kigali, the students were able to take in a lot of the city's historic sights and culture.

Some of the stops on their itinerary included the famous Hotel Rwanda and Kigali's Genocide Memorial Center, which pays tribute to the nearly 800,000 people brutally murdered in 100 days by way of machetes and guns during the genocide.

"That was really heart-wrenching to see," Ben shared. "They had a children's section where you could see pictures of kids who died, learn how they died . . . that was really intense."

They also visited two orphanages, including the first such facility to open after the genocide. The orphanage is home to 180 children, with whom Kelly, Kate and Ben played games, teaching them American classics such as "Red Rover" and "Duck, Duck, Goose."

"Meeting the children was a great experience," Kelly shared. "We taught them games, they taught us games, we sang songs . . . the relationship we were able to build with the people in the village and the children was awesome."

"The kids all just seemed really happy," Ben noted. "We gave them bubbles to blow and they loved those. We also gave them a football, bags of school supplies, stuffed animals and candy."

The students made a positive impression on the older members of the village as well.

To build the new three-bedroom house, the college students worked with a crew of construction workers whose tools consisted of only shovels, pic axes, a wheelbarrow and hammers.

Ben made an instant connection with the workers, talking to them for hours at a time and not letting the language barrier stand in the way.

"We didn't speak the same language, but we were still able to communicate," he explained. "They wanted to learn English. I hated to say good-bye to them. They wondered when we were coming back . . . we told them, 'Hopefully soon.'"



A lesson in forgiveness

Many of the students who visited Rwanda, including Kelly, Kate and Ben, would like to return someday.

Known as the "Land of 1,000 Hills," the group found themselves fascinated by Rwanda's picturesque landscape.

Yet, more than the country's unexpected beauty, the students truly were amazed by the friendly and compassionate nature of the people.

Although it was just 13 years ago when over half a million people were brutally murdered - neighbors killing neighbors - the country has made tremendous progress and has gone on to become the most stable country in Africa.

Knowing how far the citizens of Rwanda have come and how much forgiveness they have shown one another has forever changed the way Kelly, Kate and Ben will look at the world.

Although they completed their mission of building a new home, the students believe they came away with far more than they gave.

"There's a huge need there, but they've made huge steps," Ben related. "It really was a spiritual thing for me. It helped me to see how God can do so many great things. There's so much hope there. The people all are trying to make things better - they're really united in what they're doing. They all work so hard together . . . together, they can do anything."

"Being there really expanded my world view," Kate shared. "The way they've forgiven each other has helped me realize I need to show more forgiveness and to be thankful for what I have. I'm going to try to be more giving and thankful for my family . . . after all, it's something so precious."

"It was really inspiring to be there and see how much those people have come together," Kelly noted. "They're setting a great example to other countries in Africa. It gives a person a lot of hope to see that. It definitely changed me. The poverty you see there; you can't see it and not want to do something about it. It makes me realize how truly blessed we are in America."

A night for amazements...

I witnessed an amazing experience tonight.
Steve and Chaz had recently both gotten the new Tegan and Sara cd, so Steve started listening to it, and then Chaz did as well. Then they spent minutes trying to get the songs to play simultaneously on their computers. They'd try and miss, and then try and miss again. And again. And again. Then, finally, they got the song playing in a seemingly sound-system harmony across the room. Such victory, screams, and fist pumping I haven't seen since the World Cup. Wo-ow.

I also had my first experience Skyping in "Skype Me" mode tonight.
After being propositioned for sex three times (after which I promptly blocked the creeps), I talked to a guy from New Jersey, Italy, Yemen, and a woman from Malaysia. How amazing that we have the world at our fingertips to communicate and share cultures. And just to have fun chatting.

rain, rain, go away

It rained today...again. For about the twentieth day in a row. I knew it was probably going to rain because, let's face it, rain has been predicted for the past two weeks. However, this morning as I was contemplating whether or not to bring my blue rain jacket with the sweet, gray-striped sleeves, I opted not to take it. After all, I only had class until 9:15. If it was raining later, I could always bring my rain jacket to my afternoon class.

At precisely 9:15, as class was letting out, rain started pelting from the sky. dang.

Fortunately, there was an umbrella in the lost and found in the CTLT, so I borrowed that and biked my merry way home looking much like Mary Poppins but riding a bike instead of floating down from the heavens.

Then, after work tonight (after bringing my rain jacket with me to avoid the same mistake as earlier), I began to bike in the cool, calm night air. About halfway home, once again, rain began to soak me. I stopped my bike, whipped on my rain jacket, and biked the rest of the way home, joyfully biking through puddles and lightly splattering my ankles, happy to be mostly dry.

While I was fortunate to have my rain jacket tonight, I do not wish to continue to lug it around with me everywhere. So please, rain, go away and stop bringing humidity to frizz my hair to bits.

Culturality

I love hearing about other countries...and I love sharing my stories as well. Not that I have a whole lot. I have yet to travel the world, but China and Rwanda are exciting conquests. One of the things I love to hear are stories about cultural faux pas people have made.

My co-worker Matt told me stories from Australia today. The best one was when he and some fellow Americans were sitting around the supper table and one of them mentioned, "I'm stuffed." Immediately the small children of the family clapped their hands over their ears, and the family went silent. The parents merely responded, "So, um, that's how you say it?" Then Matt and his friends were explained that "I'm stuffed" means a certain four-letter-word in English. Matt and his fellow countryment then assured them that they actually meant they were full and the meal was delicious.

Delightful! What a wonderful world we live in where we are able to experience awkwardness with other cultures that are so different from our very own. I love it!

I wish we all experienced culturality more often.

Oh glory of glories!

Second day of class....yessssssssssssssssssss.

I don't have a really big class load, which is sweet. However, the classes I do have will probably be a substantial amount of work. I'm winding down in credits to take, which is really exciting. 13 credits this semester, 15 next semester, and then student teaching.

But the most amazing, wonderful, fantabulous news is that I have class, yet again, from the fantastic Uncle John Jack. Oh yes, my friends. I am delighted to hear more jokes, laughter, and puns from this jolly human being. Unfortunately, I am unable to describe such a man. As Melanie said to me today, "John Jack is more of an experience." And it's true. All I can say is, I am filled with immeasurable joy at the prospect of his class this semester. And what makes it even better is the fact that the class is full of amazing people I have had the pleasure of being in other classes with. Oh my...it will be gloooorious!

zombies, vampires, and schoolness

I'm a zombie.
Kim's a vampire.

Well, not really, but sometimes we wish we were. But then again, not, because we get scared (well, I do anyway).

I watched "Shaun of the Dead" the other week, and I loved it. It was hilarious, scary, and sad all at the same time....which is a weird set of emotions to experience all at once. Ever since then I've been on a zombie kick. I've researched zombies and dreamed zombies...scaring myself. Kim and I watched "28 Days Later" the other night...and then I slept with her. I was too afraid that one of the infected would burst through my window and bite me. It was a good thing I slept with her too, booming thunder had us scared silly in the wee morning hours.

Likewise, Kim is obsessed with vampires. She read the first book in the Twilight series, and now she's on a vampire kick. Mostly because they're sexy. So last night Kim, Kenz, Sarah, and I watched "Interview with a Vampire." Sexy.

Basically, Kim and I are in a disturbing love affair with the undead. And we're going to have an undead party...which will be sweet.

On another note....school starts today. I only have one class today, which will be awesome. Chaz started school last week, which is way exciting. His classroom looks great, his students are sweet, and I think he's going to have a lot of fun. I'm so excited for him (as well as the prospect of helping him)! Hooray!

"As Mr. Sloan always says, there is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie. And there's an "I" in meat pie. Anagram of meat is team... I don't know what he was talking about."

And I'm off...

We're leaving for Rwanda tomorrow. I can't believe it. I still have to pack, finish thank-yous, and TRY to get some sleep. EEK! I know that I'll constantly feel like I forgot something, but oh well, there will be nothing I can do about it come tomorrow morning.

I've been pretty cranky today, so I really pray that I get that out of my system before we go. urgh. On the plus side, I absolutely cannot WAIT to go on another grand adventure with Kel! And this time, my bro, Chaz, Steven, Kim, Katie Kula, Nancy, and many more fun, amazing people are going to be there too! Ahhh. So delightful! This will definitely be a learning and growing experience.

Well, I must go and pack now. If anyone reads this and hasn't yet checked out our Rwanda trip blog, I have a link to it on the side. Check it out! We'll (Steven and I) try to update it as much as possible.

Love to all!

Family Extravaganza

I love my family.

They're crazy, fun, and even though we don't always say it, we love each other. I felt that this weekend. Possibly one of the first times that I truly realized how much our family loves each other. It was my cousin, Matt's, wedding. He was the cousin who could really bridge the age gap. Even though my bros and I were so much younger than the rest of them, he could bring us all together. He would always include everyone in hanging out at family get-togethers. Even me who felt I had nowhere to fit in. Matt has a way of making everyone feel like he really cares about you and wants to know all about what you're doing and how you're doing. Everyone feels that way about Matt.

So his wedding was a true celebration. We had a party with an amazing Irish band (yay for Irish pride!) on Friday, wedding and sweet, sweet reception Saturday, and an open house with Mass on Sunday at my aunt and uncle's house. It was just a huge, Landers party. I danced and laughed the night away with my cousins and spouses/girlfriends on Saturday, and then was overwhelmed by the generosity of family on Sunday. What a beautiful weekend.

I am overwhelmed by the love and blessing of MY family.

What makes ME come alive?

He asked me what made me come alive. Whew. What a question, and not an everyday question either. It's a question I should probably know the answer to. But I don't. I mean, yes, Jesus makes me come alive. The Holy Spirit does, but he wanted to know what else. So I gave him an answer. It was a half-hearted answer, and more of a questioned answer than a statement.

"People?" I replied, "Um....people make me come alive. I mean, I love being around people, and when I'm with people then I'm happy and alive....."
"Does writing make you come alive?" He prompted.
"Well, yeah, but not in the way that I want it to. I don't think I do enough of it."
"You need to make a habit of it, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe, probably."
"What else?"
I struggled, "Well, grand adventures...the everyday ones and the foreign land ones. Yeah, that's what makes me come alive..."

While those are all valid answers, they don't suffice for me. I feel like I just gave the everyday answers that are programmed into my memory so I don't struggle or have to think. What makes me come alive? What makes me come alive? Not a question that we often get to answer or think about. We should, though. I thought I knew what made me come alive, but now I'm not so sure. I've changed within the past year. The things that motivate me are different from one, two, three years ago. What makes me come alive? Not just a question I can give a one word answer to. And that's what I did yesterday.

What I want to know, friends, is what makes you come alive.

Beat the heat right out of Iowa

It's hot outside. Extremely hot. So hot that I felt like melting into a puddle and wasting away into nothingness yesterday. So hot that all I wanted to do was swim. Anywhere. But I couldn't find that anywhere to swim. BUT I thought that before I got too complain-y, I should perhaps check and see what Rwanda's conditions are. I mean, we are, after all, going to be working under that African sun instead of sitting in a car in Iowa. I figured (well, after some suggestion from a wise friend) that I should maybe consider what I'm going to be doing in Rwanda before complaining about weather here.

But I can still complain.

• The sun shines nearly all year round, and, whatever the season, the mean daily temperature is close to 24 C (76F).
• The minimum night temperatures is around 10C (50F) and maximum daytime temperatures ranges about 34C (94F).

• During the dry seasons, which last from December to mid-March and from June to the end of August, frequent light cloud cover yields a pleasant, never stifling, temperature.
• Kigali , the capital city, is located on Rwanda ’s central plateau; its average temperature is 19ºC (66F) with 40 inches of rainfall annually.

(http://www.rwandagateway.org/article.php3?id_article=136)

...aaand another source:

(http://www.africaguide.com/country/rwanda/info.htm)

....aaaaand one more, just for fun.

"Elevation accounts for Rwanda's generally mild temperatures, which average 70° F (21° C) year-round at Kigali, for example, in the interior highlands."

(http://www.britannica.com/eb/article-40757/Rwanda)

Based on these extensive research findings, I conclude:

IOWA, YOU STINK!

You are waaaaay too stinking hot for your own good! You are even hotter than freaking AFRICA. Than Rwanda! 1 degree south of the EQUATOR!

I know, I know, you'll promise to get cooler soon. And that is the problem. Tomorrow it'll probably be 20 below zero out, while today it is 110 with a heat index of 157!!

Goodness gracious!

So yes, I can complain about the weather in Iowa, even though I am going to Rwanda, because, frankly, it's hotter here than there. I'm glad I'm beating the Iowa heat by going to Africa, as ironic as that statement seems (I know, I know, not all of Africa is on the equator, but people generally think of hot hot hotness when they think of Africa, so I am merely speaking of that stereotype).
*sidenote: a friend told me the other day that this is predicted to be the hottest summer on record.

I shake my fist at Iowa hotness!!!! On the other hand...I do get to go swimming today, thanks for the beautiful weather, Iowa!

Weekend Dreams

I went in a hot-air balloon this weekend.

Okay....so I almost went in a hot-air balloon this weekend. Kat and I had near adventure after near adventure this past weekend. It was grand! Small-town and large-town festivaling. BBQ pork to spongy, squishy fields. We cursed the low clouds and cheered the excellent pizza. But best of all this weekend was hanging out with Kat and her lovely family at her grandparents' cutest house ever, making an excellent breakfast and eating it on the screened-in porch with birds singing and accompanying us in morning feasting, and watching TWO sets of fireworks with her relatives. Zipping across country roads to make the second set.

I almost went in a hot-air balloon this weekend, but that doesn't matter.

A Taste of China

I FINALLY got to see Elsie last night. We talked for hours and hours about life, classes, our summer, and adventures. Amazing! Then, we inevitably moved to our favorite topic when we're together...food. We always talk about food at some point when we're together. Then, of course, we got hungry. I asked her where she likes to eat Chinese, and she told me May House. I'd always wanted to go there, but hadn't yet, so of course, we went. Oh, my, goodness! It was exactly the taste I had missed since coming back to the states almost a year ago. Sooooooo good! But the best part was being there with Elsie. She was impressed with my chopsticks skills, which made me proud. After the meal I had only finished 1/2 of my Beef Noodle Soup...the bowl was HUUUGE! (remember that dish, Kel? we had it a few times, but one of the times i remember was when we were at the place near Robert's...and yes, it had cilantro, i know how you looooved that!) YUM!

An Old Friend

She was a good dog. She was a good dog that we loved for almost 18 years. She was a troublesome pup, a sweet dog, a life-saver, and a loyal friend. My dad loved her and adored her. We all did. But we had to say goodbye to a dear, dear friend today.

Babe had gotten very sick the last year of her life. It was hard to see her in such pain, but she was a trooper until the end. Her many years of chasing cattle and chewing bones ended today as her tired, old body couldn't keep up with her puppy heart.

Here's a story that I wrote about Babe last fall.

* * *
It was so comfortable lying on this bench. It was Babe’s favorite spot to while away the day. There she lay, head on her front paws, her tail wagging lazily in the Iowa breeze. She gazed over the landscape before her, her eyes roving over the large, round-topped barn, plastic fence, and creaky swing set in the backyard. She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. Babe thumped her tail on the worn, canvas bench seat. The edges were frayed from countless chewing and ripping with her claws. There was a nice worn spot in the middle cushion that was her favorite spot to lie.
Just as she was drifting off to dreams, she heard a whistle and a shout. Babe’s ears immediately perked up, and her tail began to wag furiously.
“Yeah, Babe, come on! It’s time for chores!” Brian yelled at her.
Babe sat up, her girth falling to the earth in folds beneath her as a result of gravity. She lazily slid off of the bench and slowly trotted over to the side of her master. Sitting crookedly, leaning on one paw, she gave her most pathetic brown-eyed gaze to her owner.
“Come on, girl, you won’t get off that easy today,” Brian scolded her, but softening, and giving her a pat on the head, “We’ve got a busy day today. How about you come in the truck with me?” Brian pulled open the squeaky white door of his Ford truck and patted the cracked leather seat. Babe wagged her tail, and jumped up into the truck with a wheeze and a grunt. It was getting harder to move every day. Brian slammed the door shut, climbed into the driver’s side, and gave Babe another pat on the head.
“You’re a good dog, Babe. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
* * *

We'll live without her, but she will always be missed. She holds a place in all of our hearts, as well as in our flower bed. Thanks for all of the years and memories, Babe, my babygirl!

Dog Days of Summer
The sunshine.
The fresh air.
The splashing water.
Picnicking today with good friends and an adorable dog. Burgers grilling, iced tea in plastic cups, and warm peach pie covered the picnic table. After we filled our bellies, we explored, splashing through creeks. Bailey kept us all laughing as she waded and jumped in the water. Struggling against the current, Kim tried to keep hold of her and prevent her from being swept downstream. Emerging from the water, she tried to shake her wet hair that plastered her body to get dry. She still looked like a rat. Adorable. With more energy than the rest of us, she kept us walking through tiredness, always wanting to run ahead, pulling Kim behind her. Getting back home, we all crashed for naps...even Bailey.
Beautiful summer days.