Shake Down the Funder

(photos courtesy of the this iPhone talented

Ms. Alex Cooley

)

I'm writing from Annapolis with family members playing pass the baby (my baby), one toddler fast asleep after a day full of paddle boarding (and no naps) fun, and my sweet sister-in-law is sitting next to me with my one year old brother-in-law taking his bottle. Okay, now he is the object of pass the child; this house runneth over with laps for bouncing sweet babes to bed.  

There is just a little something happening this weekend

, and

this sneak peek

just gives me one more overwhelming moment of happy tears, and I find myself solidifying my rank as the sappiest and most emotional person in at least the continental US. I've been from coast to coast this past month so maybe I have just a little authority to type that exaggeration? Just a little, not a bit more than that. Yesterday I choked back happy tears as we piled out of a 12-passenger sardine can. I don't think my siblings-in-law joined me in that emotion fest, but they are used to my sap.

The past month has been more jam-packed than a pantry after canning season. It will take my rusty finger tips a while to type it all out, but until then - let's shake down the funder.

{Press play}.

Shake Down the Funder - Notre Dame Victory March

from

Katrina

on

Vimeo

. (In the middle, he is talking about the wet chair that was behind me. All choreography is his own).