Skip to main content
These pictures may get redundant. We went swimming, again. Jack played with the container that some new floaties came in.
I did my best to get a picture of all of us together, but my camera skills are lacking, and my children MOVE.

This is Jack's face before we went in the water together. You'll see the after, but try not to judge me to harshly for using the pool as a giant washcloth.

That's the best it gets. Ah, well.
Belly shots, in a bathing suit, are not so impressive. Here he is! Our next baby, still enclosed in mother.

Ooh! What a clean-faced boy! He wanted me to take a picture of myself next... I did. Then he wanted me to take another picture of him... I did. It's been a nice summer so far.


sharon said…
What's the chlorination for if not to sanitize?
Ahh, I have so many things I could say about the chlorination... but I'll leave it alone...

The last pic of you is really good. I don't know how you do it, with that baby just hanging out in there. I'd be at my wits end trying to get him out. You're a strong lady, Sarah Tate.
As far as I am concerned, you can keep those redundant pictures coming. I look at blogs either last thing before I go to bed or first thing in the a.m. and seeing pics of family is just wonderful.

Ditto to you being an amazing person for how good you look. Is that the pool at the Camp? Or is that pool even still there? It has been so long since I've been there.
sarah said…
Definitely the same camp pool- we are very blessed to be able to have a pool without keeping it up. Camp is the best of many worlds.
Sandy said…
You are a beautiful mama. I think of you often and pray for you and baby B every time I do. I miss you much. xo, me.

We're stateside in two months, and are coming to Cali. Make room for six:)
Sandy said…
I don't think I've said yet that I LOVE that you will have three boys and a girl. I do though.
sarah said…

Popular posts from this blog

Summer in Florida

This is our fourth summer in Florida- a number that amazes me.  I still don't feel at home here, although  I know my way around.  I don't feel completely out of place in the supermarket, but I have this suspicion that everyone knows I'm not from here, and they know that they don't know me.  That special kind of paranoia belongs to the homesick, and even while I acknowledge its foolishness, I still feel it.
Summers- I may have mentioned this before- are the worst. 
     It's partly an issue of comfort, or rather, of discomfort.  The long summer days are hot and sticky, the bugs are ravenous and abundant, the plants are vindictive with thorns and poison, and the air itself is attempting to decompose your body 37% faster than air in dryer climes.*  If there is a spring or pool to soak yourself in, it's fine, pleasant, even, because there are no ticks in the water, and you can usually avoid mosquitoes under the water.  To Florida's credit, there are any nu…
Brother Job texted his sweetheart, although we didn't know it was his sweetheart taking him away from us.
In September, we were gifted a wonderful stay at a fellow pastor's vacation home- a lovely little pink house with shells everywhere and two huge rooms just perfect for all of us.  We were just a walk away from the white sands and calm, clear ocean, and we spent more time than my pale and sand-hating husband understood, but it was just lovely.  I have pictures on my phone, but I only pulled out my big camera for these few on the first day.

It had a fenced yard for the dog, a golf cart to drive us the two blocks beachward and lots and lots of shells and quality family time.  This was the trip that we watched Knight Rider together, so that's notable.