Feelin Groovy

Slow down, you move too fast, you've got to make the morning last

Just kickin' down the cobble-stones, lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy

Hello lamp-post, what's cha knowing, I've come to watch your flowers growin'

Ain't cha got no rhymes for me, do-it-do-do, feelin' groovy

I've got no deeds to do, no promises to keep

I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep

Let the morning time drop all its petals on me

Life I love you, all is groovy

Side Note: Boys, if you are reading this post somewhere down the road and have no idea what the random musings are at the top of the page, first I apologize for failing you as a mother, second you must look up Simon and Garfunkle...life changing, and third, may you always feel groovy and consult with lamposts on warm, sunny days.

Special shout out to two of my fave little humans: Joe Bug and Brookie B and my favorite mom as well for making me feel all warm and snuggly today as we took a stroll through the beautiful, idyllic, amazingly peaceful Traders Point Creamery this afternoon.

Sometimes all it takes to set your soul at ease is a little perspective. Life, I love you.

The kiddos were SO pumped to stand so close to the cows. Brooke kept mooing at them and Joe tried to climb in and join them. Nana brought an umbrella to shade the brookster...but Joe stole it.

Joe's second favorite part of the farm was chasing the chickens. Poor little cluckers will never be the same. Brookie sat back and enjoyed the ride while Joey tore up the farm like the whirling dervish he is Both kids loved the chocolate milkshake that Joe earned by pooping in the potty...and not in his pants!