I choose funny. For real.

Today we're playing along with Auntie Leila, capturing the context of contentment in everyday life with a few photos.

And I love funny even more than pretty. I love to laugh, even when the children are extraordinarily naughty and I ought not be laughing. Don't you find that makes everything, well, better?

It's probably not as readily apparent as it oughta be why that ball-fire-hydrant-wading pool is funny, exactly. It's sunny in the photo but it's 40 degrees outside. My children, the two youngest girls, anyway, begged to go through the hydrant sprinkler in their bathing suits. Methinks some of us are ready for warmer weather.



And this too needs more explanation than a truly funny photo should. Last week's lemonade stand had a resident bandit who was short on quarters (and in the legs) but long on spunk.

Sarah's new chicken has a unibrow. That's funny, right?

I plant salad in an upcycled galvanized tub that I picked at the dump... my husband doesn't find that funny but I do. Also? We have an enormous garden that's just a bit further away. But pretty and funny and real go hand in hand here.

Toys from here to there. Maybe not pretty but happy and funny and real. And please note, Salvador crawling before he walks. Phew.