Every summer, we go to the beach and on the last night there, we eat at a family restaurant in Bethany Beach. Every year, I plan on taking a family picture on the beach on that night. Mostly because we're all dressed in something nicer than sun hats and bathing suits. My intention is to use the family photo for the Christmas card.
One of these days I'll quit trying because it hasn't worked out yet. The past couple of years, it was raining. And this year, although the weather was gorgeous, it didn't happen because we got kicked out of Ocean City a night early. But I did get the above photo, and another one that Maureen doesn't look as squinty in. There's a guy in the background, but a friend said she can edit him out. I wonder if she can edit the picture of me so it looks like I have Lacey Schwimmer's abs?
So anyway, there was an earthquake. The kids were in the water and didn't notice it, but I was sitting in the sand. Bizarre. When we returned home, a bunch of drawers were hanging open and there was brick dust everywhere.
And then there was the hurricane. A few days before it hit, I went running on the beach in the evening. The wind ended up whipping around so fiercely, I felt like the skin on the back of my legs had been exfoliated beyond all recognition. Luckily, we only had to leave one day early. I felt bad for the people who had just arrived.
At home, the hurricane damaged the butterfly bush and dumped water into the basement. I shoved everything from the wet area to a dry area and it's still a mess. Who wants to come over and help me clean it up?
Johnny started first grade last week and told me on the second day, "Mom, there is no playtime in the morning at first grade. You go in and get right to work." And when I tried to kiss him goodbye in front of his friends one day, he pushed me away and told me it was disgusting. Apparently a high five or fist bump is okay, or even a hug, but I'm to keep my yucky kisses to myself. He also turned seven on Friday. Where did the time go? He's missing four teeth. Bobbing for apples at a recent birthday party was unsuccessful.
Maureen has been very angry that Johnny got to start school before she did. She has another week to wait. She's also very anxious to start REAL school and has been telling everyone she's going to kindergarten, neglecting to mention that she means in a year. My mom bought her a Princess costume for Halloween, which is a huge relief to me because she's stopped asking to be Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer and I don't have to find reindeer antlers in October. Although, now that I think about it, Walmart seems to put Christmas stuff out in June, so maybe it wouldn't be that hard.
Speaking of Christmas, any overachievers out there finished shopping yet?
Now that we're getting back into the swing of school and homework and sports, I'm hoping I'll have more to blog about. And as always, pop over to Potluck, where I'm talking about stirfry sauces, marinades and pasta!
One of these days I'll quit trying because it hasn't worked out yet. The past couple of years, it was raining. And this year, although the weather was gorgeous, it didn't happen because we got kicked out of Ocean City a night early. But I did get the above photo, and another one that Maureen doesn't look as squinty in. There's a guy in the background, but a friend said she can edit him out. I wonder if she can edit the picture of me so it looks like I have Lacey Schwimmer's abs?
So anyway, there was an earthquake. The kids were in the water and didn't notice it, but I was sitting in the sand. Bizarre. When we returned home, a bunch of drawers were hanging open and there was brick dust everywhere.
And then there was the hurricane. A few days before it hit, I went running on the beach in the evening. The wind ended up whipping around so fiercely, I felt like the skin on the back of my legs had been exfoliated beyond all recognition. Luckily, we only had to leave one day early. I felt bad for the people who had just arrived.
At home, the hurricane damaged the butterfly bush and dumped water into the basement. I shoved everything from the wet area to a dry area and it's still a mess. Who wants to come over and help me clean it up?
Johnny started first grade last week and told me on the second day, "Mom, there is no playtime in the morning at first grade. You go in and get right to work." And when I tried to kiss him goodbye in front of his friends one day, he pushed me away and told me it was disgusting. Apparently a high five or fist bump is okay, or even a hug, but I'm to keep my yucky kisses to myself. He also turned seven on Friday. Where did the time go? He's missing four teeth. Bobbing for apples at a recent birthday party was unsuccessful.
Maureen has been very angry that Johnny got to start school before she did. She has another week to wait. She's also very anxious to start REAL school and has been telling everyone she's going to kindergarten, neglecting to mention that she means in a year. My mom bought her a Princess costume for Halloween, which is a huge relief to me because she's stopped asking to be Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer and I don't have to find reindeer antlers in October. Although, now that I think about it, Walmart seems to put Christmas stuff out in June, so maybe it wouldn't be that hard.
Speaking of Christmas, any overachievers out there finished shopping yet?
Now that we're getting back into the swing of school and homework and sports, I'm hoping I'll have more to blog about. And as always, pop over to Potluck, where I'm talking about stirfry sauces, marinades and pasta!
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I haven't figured out how to christmas shop early. I did a little last year and ended up having to scramble for the things she was asking for much closer to the holiday. How do you handle that?
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