This title may be a bit misleading, so let me start by clarifying that saying “Shes gone” refers to a work trip, and nothing more.
Now that that is cleared up, Taylor never asked what happens in her absence, so I am going to pre-emptively share a bit of what happened while she was in Montreal for a few days.
The dishwasher broke, so we had to call the repair guy. Those machines are wildly complicated, and I wasnt about to try and fix it myself. His name is Max the appliance guy, he is from Ukraine, and did an ok job- it worked for a few days, then broke again. I think this says more about the washer than the repair guy though.


Mercy and I ate breakfast on the back porch because, why not? She grabbed my camera and reminded me that I needed to get a haircut, a task that always falls to the very bottom of my “to-do” list:

Then we rode bikes to Mercy’s school. Its sad this will only last a few weeks while she is at daycare in this new house before Mercy goes to kindergarten, but it has been really fun to do this several times. This week, we had a special guest (Rosie) join us for the ride. It is much slower on the way there, and she needs a push up a pretty big hill. Whats really great is how when her big-sister is there, Mercy will push herself a little more, determined *not* to be tired in front of her!



When Mercy got home from school, she decided she wanted to be “mommy daddy”. I didnt know what that meant, but she meant that she was going to dress like mommy (the bag) and daddy (the hat and the glasses and the wallet in hand).

All of Rosie’s friends were out of town that week, because thats how summer vacation works as a kid. Rosie was pretty darn bored, and I felt bad about her being alone all week (this was her week without any summer camps), so we did a lunch date to get away from the tv and ipad. She had two options: Panera, or Ichi Sushi (next door to Panera). She chose sushi, and we had some great conversations. Once she got started, she just chit-chatted the whole way through and I loved every minute of it:

Rosie also got creative with some friends that she later found out were still in town. This was a few minutes after she got on her bike to go for a ride, and called me from her friends phone around 12:30 on a Wednesday saying “Daddy, we made a lemonade stand and we need you to bring money and come buy some lemonade.” You bet your butt I walked 3 blocks over there and bought some a cup of low-quality powdered lemonade, and put on a big, big smile about it.

We also stopped by Cici’s house (my mom) and Rosie just sat in front of this gigantic painting for a while. Turns out Rosie was just super tired, and not lost in thought looking at this masterpeice. Yes, this happened before Taylor left when we drove past Cicis house and randomly stopped inside, but I still liked the picture and wanted to share it because its my blog and I am in charge. And it always amazes me how my mom can whip out these paintings in just a day, and has been doing it year-after-year for decades:

Mercy is really digging riding her bike. We rode to the playground, and even though it rained for a few days, we weren’t going to take “no” for an answer.



One rule I have always had is that its ok to get messy if you can change your clothes; meaning, “dont get messy while we are out doing stuff far from home”. So when Mercy asked if she could ride on the dirt trails we found near our new house, my first response was “no”. Then I thought about it, and decided, “why not?”. We can come home and change clothes and get cleaned up after. So, we did. And she always surprises me- she did great, and this was her first pass on them. Mind you, she is in pre-school:
Finally, we went to a church worship night. Our worship leader, Amelia, is so, so talented and she is moving on. We will be sad to see her go, but also appreciated a Wednesday night worship service complete with instruments for kids to play with. Our church always surprises me by their turnout: I only expected a few folks, but there was really a crowd, and of course there was cake afterwards:





























