Friday, August 22, 2014

salt and sand


We beached over the weekend. Right in the middle of two school weeks. AND we kept the boys out of school on Monday, just so they could have an extra day of waking up to sunrise glory on the bay. I felt like the best and worst parent all in the same breath. I wonder if I’ve been brainwashed by the school into thinking they own my kids eight hours a day, Monday-Friday. Thank goodness I got away just in time to remember the “perfect attendance” certificate is less important than they’d like you to believe.

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I had some reservations about staying on the bay… which vanished as soon as we pulled up and I saw those adirondack chairs perched above the water. It’s completely possible to forge a friendship with a chair in just three days. We should know. Those chairs were the perfect spot to stay up way too late, watching the salt water taste the sand and talking about our lives before we knew each other. Not the newest subject because Caleb and I were blessed to be childhood sweethearts and therefore most of the stories and secrets have been told. That doesn’t stop us from reminiscing and trying to come up with new “did I ever tell you about…”

Sometimes you know a person so well, you know the story before they start to tell it. And you listen anyway, just to be near them for a little longer.


Sunrise on the bay? It makes up for the brackish water and the brown sand. Also, the dolphins swim in at night and back out the next morning. And the hermit crabs present themselves for being caught at 6:00 AM, in case you are like us and think catching crabs in a bucket is worth getting up at daybreak.

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We did make it to the “beach beach” as the boys call it. “It” being the Gulf, miles of sugar sand and neon water included at no extra charge. I thought this would be the highlight of the trip, but Jackson completely surprised me by saying he liked walking the bay at sunrise best of all.

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The last few pictures are from our early morning hermit crab hunt on Monday. The sun rose behind the clouds and everything was tinted in pink. The kids held hands and told me precious tidbits that can only come from happy hearts. Jonathan said Caleb and I were “the perfect adults to marry together”, in other words ‘meant for each other’. A little affirmation goes a long way when you are working so hard to model the best possible view of love. Some things are worth cashing in our “perfect attendance” for.

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Friday, August 15, 2014

duck tales, episode 5


Wobble received a new living arrangement this week, complete with pvc pipe feeder which Caleb has dubbed “the periscope”. Much as I wanted to keep Wobble in the house, the sweater box was just too small to live in anymore and the baby pool wouldn’t fit on the dining room table. Also, one morning Caleb and I returned from dropping the boys off at school to be cheerily greeted at the door by the duck, who had jumped out of the box and gone in search of us. Wobble was moved to the back porch that afternoon. You gotta know when to fold ‘em and all that.


The new accommodations have not stopped Wobble from spending time indoors with us. Wearing a duck diaper means free reign of the house for a few hours every day.


Wobble will do almost anything for a pea. Including wearing a diaper without fuss.


Also, you may be wondering why I haven’t referred to the duck as “he” during this post. That’s because Caleb and I are in a full on battle of “Guess the Gender” and I have NO idea who is winning. I’ve always just thought it was a boy for no discernable reason. Caleb, after studying pictures and other somewhat inconclusive internet research, thinks we have a girl. 


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I have scrolled through pages and pages of mallard photos and still have not been able to figure it out. This photo (above) had me thinking Caleb might be right about Wobble being female. But then I realized that males can also have the blue wing feathers.









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So now I’m still uncertain.


Now’s the time to make your guess. Is it a lady or is it a gent?


In the interest of full disclosure I have to tell you that we’ve been calling Wobble “her” a lot more than “he” lately. Not that it makes a difference now, but just so you know which way we’re leaning this week. She does spend an awful lot of time standing in front of the mirror.


“What’s the big deal? I’m cute in any color.”

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

going out with a bang


This week is the first full week of school and it’s finally sinking in. I did an epic job of pretending last week didn’t count at all. School started on Tuesday and Caleb took a few days off from work, during which time we did boring but necessary things like replacing the trim around the garage door and vacuuming under the living room rug. Also, this being my third year of public school experience, I’ve learned that the first day is best spent not alone. Otherwise I cannot be held responsible for the calls I make to the office when the bus is thirty minutes late and then completely misses our driveway.

So last week sort of breezed by and suddenly this week I’m remembering the feeling of skidding up to the school door as the bell is ringing. And how quiet the house is during the day. And also looking at the clock at 2:30 and counting down the hour. I hope I get the hang of this again soon.


We spent every last summer minute at the lake, dragging ourselves away on the day before school started. I admit to grumbling about the teachers requiring us to have the supplies lists filled a week before. But then I was doing imaginary high-fives because, trust me, I would have been one of those moms in the cleaned out Walmart aisle at 9:00 pm the night before, searching through tossed shelves for a 10th box of crayons.


Awesome end of summer lakey goodness brought to you by some of my favorite peoples.

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Jack and Jon have been sporting the surfer hair all summer (longer actually) but the day before the first day of school seemed the appropriate time to get it cut.


First day back to school with REALLY short hair. As if I needed something else to get used to. The great thing about hair is that it grows back. The great thing about summer vacation is that it comes around again.

Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here counting down the days.