First off, our beach vacation was just right.
We relaxed, did too much, ate all the food, over-oceaned, shopped local, shark-spotted, slept in, got up early, ran, read books, played games, dug holes, boogie-boarded, napped, jumped waves, got knocked over, saw family, and generally enjoyed a week of just us.… Read More
I started writing a beautiful piece about how these two boys are getting along splendidly at the beach, how they dig holes and/or convince Papau to dig them a hole that they can continue to work on after the hard work is completed.… Read More
Mothering at the beach presents some fun, some challenge.
Today I floated sideways on a raft with my youngest son, kicking against the current until a wave came and then flipping us back toward the beach to float with any wave that came out way.… Read More
I napped. I never nap unless I reach a point of absolute and utter exhaustion. I apparently can also nap if I reach a point of absolute and total relaxation, aided by lots of sunshine, cool sheets, and the company of a book from a local independent bookstore found in the “Southern Fiction” section.… Read More
52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 24
This picture is why we wake up at 2:30 in the morning, shuffle children to the bathroom, herd them out to the garage, lift them gently into car seats and set off before the clock reads three o’clock.… Read More