Wearing Pants and Losing Shoes

This morning, the kiddos and I went for a walk with some of our new friends. And do you know what I wore, on August 1st, to go walking? Pants. Workout pants. I'm sorry, did you hear that? Pants.

My Southern soul just doesn't understand.

I'm still startled when I walk outside and it feels . . . what's the word?

Pleasant.

Anyway, so we walked along the beautiful Roanoke River, played at the park, and my red head lost one of his shoes (from The Toggery, no less). Boo!

The boys were very patriotic today, weren't they? My new obsession is coordinating their outfits. I know. I need a girl. ;)

We're getting more settled in here with each passing day. I'm looking at lots of homes with our realtor next week, I've got the athletic club figured out, I know my way (mostly) around the grocery store, and I even know the names of a handful of streets. I do miss Arkansas, but I don't let myself think about it.

We're enjoying the adventure that God has for us right here!