Vacation

Off to Lake Powell for the next ten days. Wish you were here. Will blog when we are back. Happy Summer Vacation!

So Stinkin' Cute

Again Liam...

What can I say more? The kid is pure nut job.

Anders is genetically red neck. You might not notice the bare feet... but the cut-off Star Wars t-shirt is a dead give away.

Thanks to Amy J. for having the iPhone available to snap pictures at my children's finest hour.

I love that these two make me laugh almost hourly.

My MAN!

Brian pointed out that I never include him in the pictures on the blog.

Then he points out that he's always the one taking the pictures...

True enough.

I have a great husband, who does not get enough credit, or recognition.

So here he is, in a swim suit on the blog. Because, he was the one to suggest the trip to the beach and the one who did most of the playing, and getting dirty.

I sure love him. And his little sidekicks too!

Already June 7th!

I'm a bit behind on posts. Things have been happening here, so I'll endeavor to cover it all. In the interest of keeping all things in order, I'll be posting a bunch today. Happy, Happy, reading!

"I Jus Wanna' Give E-um a Hug"

I just didn't realize this stared THIS early. Must be genetic. But NOT from my side...

Memorial Day Weekend

I actually got into a swimsuit. On purpose. And went to the beach.
We took a lunch, which the kids ate. (Shock and surprise)
Mostly they just drank Gatorade.

Played in the sand.

Got really dirty.

Anders even went into the water!! We all survived. We might just do it again.

Because a Mother Can Not Be Everywhere ...

Liam...That actually should be the entire context of the post and you would have a good laugh and move on. But because you don't actually live with Liam, your going to need the story...

I got an email from my Mom, in which she was a little panicky about how to pick Elleory up from the airport, and would I do a little research and let her know what to do? I waited until I could put Liam down for a nap to start on that project, because we were having one of THOSE DAYS. I knew that if I gave him the excuse to be destructive in anyway he would take it and run with it. Now USUALLY, I can trust Liam to stay in bed, and sleep. He's a sleeper. I put him in his bed, with the instructions that I always give him..."Stay in this bed."

Not five minutes later, Anders comes into my "office" dragging my hair clippers behind him.

"Where did you get those?" I ask

"From E-um" Anders answers

"Why does Liam have my clippers?" I ask?

"He's doing his hair cut." Anders responds

Just then Liam comes skipping into where we are, just grinning.

"Look Mom! Hair cut!"

Liam with the hair scissors in the bed, where he was supposed to be napping.

Now, it's a sad fact of life that while I'm fuming, I grab the camera to take pictures because a). when I'm done being amazed, mad, crazy...I'm going to blog this, and b). I'm going to have to have justifiable evidence for Brian that the impending hair cut needed to happen.

All of this is happening WHILE I'm on hold with the airline, trying to get information about unaccompanied minors. IRONIC? It's not like I was watching soap operas eating Bon-Bon's or on Facebook hanging out doing nothing, no, I was tending to the upcoming needs of another child.

I hang up. I call Brian. He answers...

"I quit..." I say

"Why?" says Brian

I proceed to mention the goings on of the day. Oddly enough EACH sentence starts with "Liam did..."

Then I get to the hair cut.

"How bad can it be honey?" Brian asks "Can you leave it until I get home and we can deal with it together?"

"NOT ON YOUR LIFE!!" I say "I actually have to leave the house with this child today, I'm a stylist...NO child of mine..." Blah, blah, blah... I'm sure you get the rest of the conversation.

I got the moral support I needed to march my kid across the street to shave his head bald in the neighbor's garage, so I could have someone on hand to take pictures, and hold him down so I could finish what he started.

The finished product. Bald baby boy...

This is the "remorse" picture.

I'm sure you can tell, just by his little face how much he LOVED this whole experience.

He did actually cry about his hair. Not that it made ME feel any better...it just made me laugh.