As I’m typing this, a fly is circling my head for the 18th million time. I’ve attempted to smash him approximately 67 times with no luck…and so I have just decided that instead of killing him…I’m gonna embrace him.

And you know what happened the second I decided to love on him? He left me alone.

Flew off and hasn’t been back.

Funny how life works like that, huh? We dwell and dwell on something that is bothering us and then the second we decide to let it go…we are given peace.

Wow, this is suppose to be about our weekend visit with our best friends from St. Louis and I’m getting all deep talking about flys and peace.

<<a day in the life of my mind>>

It can get strange.

Our church conference guests left last Saturday at noon and by 4:00pm…we had new guests! We absolutely love when the Luna’s come visit us.

I knew when Amy text me that they were thinking about coming that weekend that we would be going from one set of overnight guests to the next. In any other situation I probably would have been stressing…but not with the Luna’s.

They are the most laid-back-easy-to-please-low-key guests you could ask for.

Literally…when they come visit all we do is hang out at the house, let the kids play, and chill.

Our evenings consist of who can fall asleep on the couch first during a 20/20 marathon. {It’s usually me by the way}.

Claire and Parker have ALWAYS been the best of friends. We tease that they will one day marry…but a big part of me would not be surprised if it truly happened.

Although, now that Bents is a little older…there’s some competition going on for her attention.

Sunday on our way to church…P Man was almost in tears as he said to me, “Claire-bear likes Bentley better than me mom. She does. I know it.”

I tried to console him with the good ole’….“I am sure she likes you both the same honey….” jargon.

But he wasn’t buying it. You wanna know why?

He was certain that Claire liked Bents better because Bentley’s room is smaller.

Oh yes. That is a real reason.

I mean, come one, the boys with the smaller rooms always get the girls, right?!

Where on earth he comes up with this logic…I have no idea.

Unfortunately the weather did not cooperate very well with our desire to be in the pool on Sunday. It was rainy and 65 degrees on {at the end of June}.

I don’t understand.

Of course, it had been sunny and hot all week during our conference. You know, during the time when we couldn’t enjoy the pool.

I see this story going a lot like the fly story so maybe I should forgive the weather, no?

It didn’t hold us back from having a good time. The kids were still able to play outside and ride bikes {and puddle jump}.

Little Mr. SJ thought Dan was the funniest man on the planet. I love to see what it takes to make that kid laugh…not a lot. He thinks just about anything is funny.

Not discrediting your hilariousness Dan. <ahem>

I tried to convince them all to move in to our basement and never leave, but there’s that small minor burden called “jobs” that kept them from saying yes.

But really, if I could have a Saturday night 20/20 couch date with them EVERY weekend…I totally would.

Did I forget to mention that I always make a chocolate chip cookie ice cream fudge desert during our tv time? Maybe that’s why I like them visiting so much…because it gives me an excuse to eat cookies and ice cream.

I just adore that when they visit…we don’t have to have any extravagant plans. It takes so much of the stress away from hosting. It’s like they know {and we know}, when they come…it’s a time to relax and be calm.

It was honestly just what we needed after a wonderful, but busy week at our church conference.

It gave us all time to think and contemplate and ask ourselves….

“Can you lick your armpit?”

Because if you can’t…you should really get to practicing. It’s a cool stunt that Bents likes to perform.

And on top of teaching Claire and Levi a ton of “bathroom words” {as Claire politely put it}…I’m sure the Luna kids went to daycare this week and showed everyone how they could lick their arm pits.

Awesome.

Don’t you wanna let your kids come be influenced by mine? <ahem>

What about you, do you play it low key when you have guests over? Tell me your kids lick their arm pits, yes?