Having a trampoline means...
Maybe having a trampoline means being able to say I told you so?


Hi, I'm Annie.
Mother of 3,
spouse to G,
writer of things,
former batgirl,
sister,
daughter,
lucky friend,
and American
living in Australia.
Basic Joy = my attempt to document all of this life stuff, stubbornly looking for the joy in dailiness.
A few posts to get you started:
Marriage
Passing the bridge of sighs
A modest proposal
+ modest proposal part 2
Adeste fideles
Life
Uncurbed enthusiasm
Liner notes to growing up
Sunday dinner @ 135
Playing big
In praise of late bloomers
Parenting
Triptych
Bless her heart
+paging EB White
+waiting room
Nine and a half
Madeleine, 16
Keystone parents
She holds these truths
Louie, Louie
Just a collection of images that bring out the happy & hygge in me.
More at my tumblr, Gather
and at my Pinterest pinboards
Maybe having a trampoline means being able to say I told you so?
Reader Comments (2)
Yeah, four or five kids plus a trampoline will always be a recipe for disaster (or as least a twisted ankle).
Love the patio furniture, BTW!
i would totally break a bone just to sit in that gorgeous backyard with a good book, too!
yes...i think we did pass each other at Food-4-Less and maybe at the CougarEat too!