Beach Lessons

We spent last week at Fripp with my family. When I got home, so many little thoughts kept sneaking into my head so I started writing again...

1. Sand follows you home as the tiniest reminder of memories.

2. My best friends are related to me.

3. Sleeping in the bed with my boys is both precious and painful.

4. Kids will poop on the beach. In. Their. Bathing Suit.

5. Seashells look different in a small 3 year old hand.

6. When even one person is missing, the beach house is too quiet.

7. Not having cell service is sometimes a blessing.

8. Dodgeball can be a contact sport and, according to Taylor, requires stretching.

9. A group of well-organized teenage girls can beat a group of well-jocked men. See number 8.

10. Rummicube is different without Nana.

11. Lollipops and jello are appropriate breakfast foods.

12. When served correctly, goldfish can be served as an appetizer.

13. Comfort sometimes comes just in seeing someone's face.

14. The grill was worth it...thanks guys.

15. Just when I think I know my family, we go back to Fripp and my eyes are opened.

16. Quite simply, love is family.

Blood, Sweat and Tears...

Actually just sweat...but Sweat, Sweat, Sweat just doesn't have the same ring to it. Our car has been a disaster for the better part of 3 months and since May is the new December, I just haven't had time or felt like tackling a task this large. Until today. Not sure what came over me, but I'd had enough.

I got the boys down for their nap and headed outside with my "supplies" which consisted of a bucket of warm water, an old rag, and toothpicks. Yes, you read toothpicks. I really wanted to get in the tiny cracks. I started by cleaning out the "stuff" first...

STUFF IN THE CAR
~1 half eaten sucker
~2 matchbox cars
~3 church bulletins
~2 Sharpie markers
~My driver's license (I didn't even know it was missing. oops)
~2 water bottles (half full)
~2 empty water bottles
~a beach towel
~my name tag for work (again, didn't realize it was missing...)
~4 books from Chick-fil-A

We literally could have gone camping for a week out of that car. We would have food, water, toys, a means by which to put our initials in our clothes to make sure nobody accidentally picked them up at the bath house, a towel (also for the bath house), reading material, and a prayer list.

It took me THREE hours. I cleaned and conditioned the seats, vaccummed, Armor All'd all the other stuff, washed the outside, scrubbed the tires...

2 hours later it rained. Mother Nature sure has a way of stickin' it to me.

Listen-Close Lexicon Part Two

A while back, I wrote about some funny words the boys mispronounce. I do correct them (sometimes), but sometimes I just smile. My brother used to say "thog" for frog and "thun" for fun and he turned out perfectly fine. Well mostly fine...


Tottee= Cocky "Mama, I gave Tottee a pound!" or "Tell Tottee to stay over der"

Pitle= Pickle

Tattitude= attitude "I don't have a tattitude, I'm a nice boy"

Diet Tote= Diet Coke "Mama, give me a sip of yours diet tote"

Yours= your See Diet Tote...They both always say yours instead of your..no idea.

Doat= goat "Tum here doat. Tum here nudder doat" Bryson and Liz took the boys to the zoo and they visited with the doats for a while.

Untle= Uncle "Untle Bryson, Untle Tater, Untle Barry, Untle Andy..."

Titty Tat= Kitty Cat

Gotta tell you the whole story about the last one...months ago, we were leaving the neighborhood only to see the neighbor's cat perched on a fence post. I stopped and pointed this out to the boys...Jackson's response was, "Mama, I love a titty tat." Nearly wrecked the car. I hope this doesn't predict the kind of women he will bring home to Mama. One can only pray...starting now.

Spring

The 10 people that actually read this blog have been bugging me for an update...so instead of just writing about what's be going on, I'll just show you.

April was...

EASTER...




Playing Baseball in the yard...


Learning how to play hopscotch...


Pictures in a tree...







Bug catching...



Marching for Babies...





May to follow....