Everyday, as soon as he wakes up he asks, “Where are we going today Mommy?”. If the answer to that question is “nowhere.”, he will then ask, “Who is coming to our house Mommy.” This morning the answer to both of those questions was negative, so we took the long way to Grandma W’s house.
The walk ended as it always does. Two tired, dirty boys piled into the wagon with Mamma steering them towards home.
Life is good when you’re three and one year old. Days are filled with adventure, exploration, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, naps, books, and baths.
The Wailin’ Jenny’s are my new favorite group. I’ve been listening to their Firecracker CD exclusively for the last week and a half.
They are a group of three young Canadian woman (Ha! Kristen, I guess I have Canadians of my own now!) and I guarantee you haven’t heard anything this beautiful in a long time. Their music is bluegrass, country roots style. The harmonies these ladies sing are so beautifully simple, subtle, and perfectly blended. Their voices lull you, pull you in, and surround you. The song lyrics are just as enchanting. Their songs are about life at its fullest and most fragile.
You can check out their lyrics, read their bios, and purchase their songs on their website thewailinjennys.com. They’re still a relatively small group so I’m not sure if you would find their CD’s locally.
The boys and I were on our own for the weekend, so Grammy suggested that we take a trip to Marine World.
It was REALLY crowded, but the weather was great and the boys had a terrific time. At the end of the day my mom and I were every bit as tired as the boys, and we were a little jealous of the comfy seat they had in their strollers.
His first bite of cotton candy!
I’m glad the boys are not old enough to want to go on any ride scarier than “Harold the Helicopter”.
The water fountain was the highlight of the trip. We laughed so hard watching these two play in the water!
The title really says it all.
I hesitated to post about the incident because of it’s gross and juvenile nature, but it reminded me of how much I take for granted (such as: a turd-free laundry room), and how bizarre and surreal my life has become.
The case began at approximately 7:30 this morning when I strolled up to my washer and discovered the “evidence” with my bare foot. It took me a full minute to wrap my brain around what had just happened. Once I recovered I launched into my investigation.
Let me just note that we no indoor pets except for one lone goldfish. He had a watertight alibi so I let him go, but warned him not to be taking any trips out of the country anytime soon.
Through a process of elimination I narrowed my list of suspects to a certain three-year-old who has a record of committing similar crimes (although nothing so heinous as this).
As I interrogated him he just stared at me with those big bewildered blue eyes. I could tell he was playing dumb, but I didn’t have the concrete evidence I needed to place him at the scene of the crime. I was forced to let him go and file the case under “unsolved mysteries”. It becomes just one more incident in a long list of things I never thought I’d do, experience, or say; along with, “Don’t put those pot holders on your bare bottom.”, “Stop hitting your cousin with that frying pan!”, and “Don’t pick your brother’s nose!”.
Have a great weekend. We are off to Marine World tomorrow!
BCF family camp 2008! A first for our little family.
It was a fun weekend. Lots of little ones running under our feet. We enjoyed the comfort of my parents trailer every evening when we settled down for bed. The small tub in the bottom of the shower was a real blessing. The boys were filthy the entire weekend.
Unfortunately, between running after boys, frantically running to find bathrooms, and dead camera batteries; I didn’t get to take as many pictures as I would have liked.
The welcoming committee
He really liked the music!
The creek was beautiful. Just like it came out of the pages of a story book.