Jenny Anne Mannan

American Songstress

Early Summer

The great thing about taking pictures is that when I realize it's been 3 weeks since I wrote on my blog and I wonder where the time has gone and how in the world it can be June already and what have I been doing with myself, I can find some answers.

I went to my nephew's little league game.

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We went to Portland over Memorial Day to visit my husband's family.

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My baby fell victim to the infamous Daddy/Uncle Jakey sandwich.

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My husband's Aunt Tamra shared her geneology findings with Great Uncle Mart.

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We all got quality cousin time.

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Nothing says Portland to me like a giant family breakfast at Elmer's. (We had a party of 17, half of whom were kids.)

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My husband mocked my menu choice of Rancher Omelette with Hollandaise sauce instead of sawmill gravy. But I stand behind that decision.

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My loving family waited in the car while, at the end of the weekend, on our way out of town, I ran into Ikea. For an hour. In my defense, it's HUGE in there, and it's built like a labyrinth, and my husband's cousin swears the ceiling is pitched so as to induce nausea.

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Sometime when I find the time and energy to vacuum my floors and put a couple things away I'll show you what I did with my Ikea purchases, and I think you'll agree with me that the stop was well worth it. Even if it meant my husband drove in silence for an hour until he forgave me.

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Last weekend my dad and his lovely wife Tracy came to visit us, bearing all kinds of gifts and treats, not the least of which was the Transformer Car. Apparently it's more exciting than our minivan?

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It was a wonderful visit, a perfect kickoff to summer.

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There, see? We've done some stuff. I guess it's alright that it's June.

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