Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Beach Trip Facts 2010

One piece of shrimp (fish bait) left in a swim suit pocket can ruin an entire load of laundry.

I still scream like a middle schooler when we go “crabbing” at night.
My 15 year old niece is one of the prettiest girls I know.
My city boy husband fishes just fine.  But his fishing stories are just like everybody else’s.  

It is possible to play Hand and Foot and Words with Friends simultaneously.
My cousin, Patty, still laughs like she did when she was six.  Absolutely contagious.
Charles Martin got my beach reading time AGAIN.  (This year it was “Chasing Fireflies”.  Enthralled AGAIN......)
When your 17 year old nephew asks you to go somewhere with him, you drop what you are doing and get in the truck.
All it takes for 6 year old Barrett to have “the best day ever” is fireworks lighting up the night while he is chasing crabs with his handy net. 
It wasn’t the same without Alaskan travelers Uncle George and Aunt Patsy.  (UG--do you have any idea how many Lady Fingers you eat every summer?) 
Books can’t compete with handheld video games.
Bill took four naps in one day.
I will never tire of looking at shells.
I will also never tire of eating Blake’s homemade tortilla chips and salsa.
My nephew has a pretty good aim with a 5 gallon bucket of water from 3 stories high.  (especially when Jeff is the target)
I really can finish a card game that starts at midnight.
Four year old, Ivey, really can stay up passed midnight---without coffee. 
Sand is still as annoying as ever--especially when combined with sunscreen.
My 42 year old brother can still say things like, “If I have to deal, I am going to bed,” and get away with it.

Julia has more tolerance for sand than her brother.
I can eat a plate full of food even when I am not hungry.
My niece is not ready for Jeff’s concentration of coffee. 

In the ocean, I see more of Julia's feet than I do her head.
Nothing tickles my brother more than attempts to embarrass my husband.
The exact same gloominess covers me up every year on Friday afternoon as we clear the beach of buckets, shovels, nets, boogie boards, chairs and tents.
Besides home, the beach is still my favorite place.

Our path to LOTS of fun!

Jeff defying gravity with our firstborn

Jeff forgetting his namesake was holding on in the back

Brighton describing his near death experience

RJ and his friend-- see, they DON'T talk-- they TEXT!!  (I like the "friend" a lot!)

I really didn't "see" these two until I saw them through my lens that night.  Blake, good thing you married Adele.  They are gorgeous.

The feet I kept seeing

Ivey giving Brighton a few pointers on the Game Boy

Brighton fishing with PaPaw-- or annoying PaPaw--- you pick.

Every night- notice phones for Words with Friends (for the overachievers in the crowd) and cups are, sadly, empty.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Shelling and Shucking

No oil here.  It could roll in tonight, but so far, so good.

Cousins hard at work on clam stew

The kids and Jeff hit the sand dollar jackpot.

I bet you didn't know Egyptian headdresses were required when you shuck corn.......

Monday, June 14, 2010


It's half the fun, isn't it?  I count is as one of my favorite things to do.  Make them wonder.  Make them count.  Make them remember.  Make them read.   Make them plan. Make them lose sleep..... anticipating.

How's that for "super-sizing" your pictures!  Thanks, Sarah, for showing me how!  Now do you know how to make my music player MOVE OVER????

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

From the Backseat #12, 13, 14...... He Ponders

It’s hard to imagine that I don’t know EVERYTHING Brighton thinks about. If I were the risky type, I would bet my Starbucks money on the fact that whatever forms as a thought behind those brown eyes comes out a couple of inches below. Some things that exit his mouth, still full of baby teeth by the way, make me wonder how long he’s been thinking about it or and why what he said was important to him. I picture him rolling these things over in his mind while he is lying in his bed when I was hoping he was listening to Mary Poppins or the Tale of Desperaux on CD-- but instead he is thinking of things like this that pop out when he is bored in my backseat.

You can imagine grocery store magazine racks cause plenty of thoughts and colorful commentary-- almost makes me want to play “I Spy” with him using the opposite candy rack. Almost. This particular week, the papparazzi was showing the general public pictures of what we see in the mirror every time we put on a swim suit but because the body parts belong to someone famous, we all want to know WHO likes Mexican food and Blizzards as much as we do. Hours had passed and while headed to baseball practice I hear, “Mom, you know that yellow bathing suit? WHY does she DO that?” My answer? “I have NO idea.” Anyway, I have heard about the very tiny back of those yellow bottoms a few more times since then. (We have officially started “Operation Look Away”.)

We finished school a couple of Thursdays ago and headed off to the lake to celebrate. Part of the celebration included their getting to see Shrek Forever After. (I could hardly contain my excitement. Animations-- one of the perks of raising young children! Eyes rolling OUT of my head.) The plot will have him up for weeks. (Think Disney style “It’s a Wonderful Life” and instead of the tall, lanky and glorious Jimmy Stewart and sweetness itself personified as Donna Reed, think disco dancing green ogres with trumpets for ears, a chubby Chesire, and a talking donkey.) I have no idea how he enjoyed the movie at all because he was clueless of what happened and my, of course, brilliant explanation helped not ONE iota. The next day, from the back seat, in true 6 year old form he intertwined my failed attempt to help him "get" the movie with his understanding of what he saw and it came out something like this, “The devil made him miss his birthday party, and even though Shrek was never born, he made a bad choice and was still a big boy the WHOLE movie. How'd he lose his birthday, Mom? And does the devil really look like that?” Weeks, I tell you. He will lose sleep for weeks figuring that one out.

I get preconceived thoughts like this daily- very simple but thought through at some point in his day or night:

“I am your kid. I will get married and have kids. They will get married and have kids and those kids will get married and have kids and it just goes all over the whole world!!”

“Now there are 3 girls and 3 boys in our family. Me, Dad and Gabe then you, Julia and Emily (our new friend who has come to live with us)”

“Mom, did you live in the ‘back then’?” (Gotta love that.)

But here is my favorite of his latest ponderings that escaped his mouth while riding in my back seat and I have to wonder, how long has this one been brewing?

“Mom, you know those guys with the earrings? (holding both ears with his fingers) How does it make their pants fall down?”

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

2010 Lake "Firsts"

First Swim

First Big Bertha Fun

First Jumps

Well, I just liked this one.

First Gabe Swim

First Try

First Time on the Wakeboard!

How did we get to "here"???