Summer, summer, summertime (can you name the song)

It's summer. It's hotter than hell (seriously, I think my vision of outer darkness involves 100+ temps with wicked humidity, aka the south). We've been chilling, swimming, napping, crying, and I've been trying to sneak in some quilting while the kids nap/play/kill brain cells while watching phineas and ferb. I'm trying to be more substantive and keep a better record of our family. So, here's attempt #472 at restarting my blog presence. And, if by some miracle, you actually checked my blog instead of giving up on me in April, here's your reward.