Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll show you my underwear
Monday, October 31, 2011
Trick or Treat
Smell my feet
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll show you my underwear
Give me something good to eat
If you don't
I don't care
I'll show you my underwear
Monday, October 24, 2011
Love Hate Relationships
I love fall. I love Halloween. But I hate all the junkie candy and stupid little toys that find their way into the house. Really really really hate. I used to think the candy was the worst, but I solved that problem (thanks to a friend's suggestion). We go and buy a small toy or movie and the night of Halloween we trade all but 10 pieces for the toy. The rest is recycled and sent off with other kids. The little toys are another story. Must hide them in the trash...will do right after this post.
The best part (at least in GA) is that the weather is amazing and there are a ton of festivals and other such things.
On Saturday, we went to the Bamboo Coastal Garden where is was a glorious day. We looked at pumpkins, sat in a helo and a fire truck, and got our faces painted. All and all, quite successful. And all for only $4.
On Sunday, we had a carnival at church where the kids had a blast playing games and bouncing in the bounce houses and trick or treating. They are adorable this year...Anthony and Gabe are knights and William is their pet dragon. Gonna try to get his little roar on tape, try!!!
The best part (at least in GA) is that the weather is amazing and there are a ton of festivals and other such things.
On Saturday, we went to the Bamboo Coastal Garden where is was a glorious day. We looked at pumpkins, sat in a helo and a fire truck, and got our faces painted. All and all, quite successful. And all for only $4.
On Sunday, we had a carnival at church where the kids had a blast playing games and bouncing in the bounce houses and trick or treating. They are adorable this year...Anthony and Gabe are knights and William is their pet dragon. Gonna try to get his little roar on tape, try!!!
Monday, October 17, 2011
A Date
We had a date. Great casual restaurant (Sunbury Crab Co in Midway) and the chance to take some pics on the river at sunset. Here are my best two.
Seafood Festival
Two words that go together perfectly. I love both of them. And it was only 3 minutes from our house. Wow...doesn't get any better. We took the kids, ate some shrimp and rode the rides. William slept through most of it in the Ergo. I just had to laugh a little at all the parents pushing strollers while holding kids, it is much easier to just baby (well, toddler now) wear.
Anthony took this one of William
They did not really want to ride the ferris wheel. But after, they both agreed that it was their FAVORITE ride. Hopefully Gabe will be tall enough to do a few other rides on his own next year.
Anthony took this one of William
They did not really want to ride the ferris wheel. But after, they both agreed that it was their FAVORITE ride. Hopefully Gabe will be tall enough to do a few other rides on his own next year.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Clams
Our family loves clams. Gabe won't try a fruit, and can pick a finely diced onion out of a hamburger, but he will wolf down clams like there is no tomorrow. Anthony is the same. William is getting there. Mostly he wants to use the clam shell to scoop up the base we steam the clams in, but at 18m...I'll take that as a win. So Rob stopped at our local 'little blue shack' and got some clams for all of us to enjoy. And boy did we. He got 5 dzn and it fed us all well. This is the moment that living on the ocean seems like the best thing ever.
The pile of dead bodies ;-)
The pile of dead bodies ;-)
Friday, September 16, 2011
Just like Mom
So I didn't get a girl to be just like me. Instead, I have William. And he is at that great imitating age. When I want to cook, so does he. When I am at my computer, that is where he wants to be. He tries on my shoes. He grabs my phone. And while I do love that he is copying me...the phone thing REALLY bugs me :-).
Today I caught him in the kitchen playing with a pan and spoon. He is a total camera bug too, so it is hard to catch him in the act. He usually likes to turn and say cheese.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
A Day That Will Live in Infamy
For my grandparents, this was the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked. Following that, there was not a single large-scale attack by a foreign power on the US for over 50 years. Nearly two generations grew up believing that nothing could get them while at home. To be honest, I hope another two generations will make it without knowing the anger and fear that come with being attacked on your home soil.
For those of us in our early twenties on September 11, 2001, this has been a difficult decade. We remembered the Cold War. We remembered the Berlin Wall falling. We also remembered the outbreak of peace and prosperity. The feeling of euphoria because we (and our way of government and life) triumphed over the evil communists. That day changed our world view. More importantly, we knew that it would change everything. We would have to bear the brunt of all of it. We would have to lead the way as we grew up and became leaders. Now we have watched as the markets have rollercoastered. We have made and lost fortune after fortune. We will be forced to carry the burden of one of the largest generations as they enter retirement. But yet we remain committed...unfaltering.
For those of us in the military, the last decade has been even harder. We have gone off into the great unknown to fight an enemy that is hard to see or define. We have lost friends and family members in our pursuit of evil. Our tears water the ground where they lay. But yet we remain committed...unfaltering.
I remember that day. I was in Washington DC. As I sat at Bolling AFB, I saw all the planes on the ground at National Airport. Just creepy. I saw the smoke rise from the pentagon. I sat in HOURS of traffic trying to get back to my little apartment. But what I remember most is the way everyone pulled together. Much of the Metro stopped running, leaving people stranded all over. That could be fixed, I have room in my car. They walked out of offices with no personal items, no phones, no way to tell loved ones they were ok. That could be fixed, here is my phone. The smoke was thick, it was so hot. Don't worry, I will give you water. This is the lesson we must take away.
I do not want this to be a National Holiday. I want us to be mindful but moving on...moving forward. If this was a National Holiday, it would cheapen the sacrifice of both those that died that day and those that still battle the monsters of that day. A National Holiday would give the terrorists the satisfaction of having changed our lives permanently. They didn't, we are stronger than that. It would be another day of blockbuster sales and other such things. Instead I will honor those that died, those that rushed to help, and those that continue to serve. After that I will go back to my life; I will teach my kids to not fear; I will remember and then I will forget so that we may continue as America has for over 50 years feeling secure in our homes and knowing that we are stronger than one attack. I will remain committed...unfaltering.
For those of us in our early twenties on September 11, 2001, this has been a difficult decade. We remembered the Cold War. We remembered the Berlin Wall falling. We also remembered the outbreak of peace and prosperity. The feeling of euphoria because we (and our way of government and life) triumphed over the evil communists. That day changed our world view. More importantly, we knew that it would change everything. We would have to bear the brunt of all of it. We would have to lead the way as we grew up and became leaders. Now we have watched as the markets have rollercoastered. We have made and lost fortune after fortune. We will be forced to carry the burden of one of the largest generations as they enter retirement. But yet we remain committed...unfaltering.
For those of us in the military, the last decade has been even harder. We have gone off into the great unknown to fight an enemy that is hard to see or define. We have lost friends and family members in our pursuit of evil. Our tears water the ground where they lay. But yet we remain committed...unfaltering.
I remember that day. I was in Washington DC. As I sat at Bolling AFB, I saw all the planes on the ground at National Airport. Just creepy. I saw the smoke rise from the pentagon. I sat in HOURS of traffic trying to get back to my little apartment. But what I remember most is the way everyone pulled together. Much of the Metro stopped running, leaving people stranded all over. That could be fixed, I have room in my car. They walked out of offices with no personal items, no phones, no way to tell loved ones they were ok. That could be fixed, here is my phone. The smoke was thick, it was so hot. Don't worry, I will give you water. This is the lesson we must take away.
I do not want this to be a National Holiday. I want us to be mindful but moving on...moving forward. If this was a National Holiday, it would cheapen the sacrifice of both those that died that day and those that still battle the monsters of that day. A National Holiday would give the terrorists the satisfaction of having changed our lives permanently. They didn't, we are stronger than that. It would be another day of blockbuster sales and other such things. Instead I will honor those that died, those that rushed to help, and those that continue to serve. After that I will go back to my life; I will teach my kids to not fear; I will remember and then I will forget so that we may continue as America has for over 50 years feeling secure in our homes and knowing that we are stronger than one attack. I will remain committed...unfaltering.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Summer's End
I know that we are far from ending summer in Savannah, but Anthony did find a leaf that had changed colors today. By this he has declared it fall. Don't worry, I am not breaking out the sweaters or long pants just yet.
To celebrate the ending of summer, we went to Splash in the Boro. It is a kid sized water park that is actually run by the county out in Statesboro (again, why can't Savannah or Richmond Hill pull this together). It is about an hour away, and the boys simply love it.
We spent nearly 6 hours splashing and playing in the cloudy day. It was perfect!
To celebrate the ending of summer, we went to Splash in the Boro. It is a kid sized water park that is actually run by the county out in Statesboro (again, why can't Savannah or Richmond Hill pull this together). It is about an hour away, and the boys simply love it.
We spent nearly 6 hours splashing and playing in the cloudy day. It was perfect!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Now We Are Six
I love A A Milne. Winnie the Pooh is one of the sweetest collections of tales about growing up. Few people actually read his other works (or actually read Winnie the Pooh vice watching it in cartoon form). But my mom sent me the whole series that had once been mine. Anthony and I are reading, "Now We Are Six." It is a good way to start his 6th year.
I cannot believe that he is six. Everyone said that the time would pass quickly...and it has. Worse, it seems to be speeding up. Each day he seems to find a new independence. I am both proud and sad as I watch him grow into a young boy. It seemed so improbable given his start.
He was so frail in those first few months. Now he is anything but. He prides himself on being strong. His imagination makes smile. But he is also very grounded in reality reminding me that 'no mom, that is not real.' I love it!!! So, while I miss the small cuddly infant who needed me so. I also celebrate the boy he is becoming...strong, independent, compassionate, and adventurous.
Oct 2006
Nov 2007
Aug 2008
Sep 2009
Jul 2010
Jul 2011
I cannot believe that he is six. Everyone said that the time would pass quickly...and it has. Worse, it seems to be speeding up. Each day he seems to find a new independence. I am both proud and sad as I watch him grow into a young boy. It seemed so improbable given his start.
He was so frail in those first few months. Now he is anything but. He prides himself on being strong. His imagination makes smile. But he is also very grounded in reality reminding me that 'no mom, that is not real.' I love it!!! So, while I miss the small cuddly infant who needed me so. I also celebrate the boy he is becoming...strong, independent, compassionate, and adventurous.
Oct 2006
Nov 2007
Aug 2008
Sep 2009
Jul 2010
Jul 2011
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