teething bites

Yes, this is just a snippet of my life right at this very moment. Thinking, wtf? Yeah, me too. These days I like my coffee with a little bit of crazy, and a whole lotta booze.

Normalcy is right around the corner, I can smell it. Or maybe thats just a side effect of getting slammed in the temple by an alarm clock at 5am by my 16 month old son. I'm not really sure. But I'm going to go get another dose of ibuprofen either way.

Enjoy your weekend. I hope it's a lot less screechy than mine is sure to be.

nothing like getting a little sand in your. . .

Our trip to Bethany earlier this month was perfect. Except for the last part of it, which really sucked (just a stomach flu and a flat tire as we are ready to leave). But before that stuff, it was a great time with some really fun friends. Lots of fun with the kids, lots of fun with the grown ups pretending they are still kids after the real kids went to bed. Perfection.

And a little liberty and justice, after all. ;) (I know, it doesn't make any sense to me either, but Rachel gets it)

Royce and Fox, hanging pre-beach.

Sam's on a mission to find some sand.

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For the rock soup, of course.

Friends for nearly 12 years! xo

Fox was having dreams about the Brazilian soccer team. They scored.

Fun with sparklers...I can't share Gary's word.

It took a bit of practice but Rach finally got all the letters to go the same direction :)

I'm convinced now

Ok so I don't think he's faking it anymore. It's been crankapalooza for the last 2 days and I do believe Bubba feels like junk. Hopefully the antibiotics we started him on today will kick in quick and tomorrow when I take his temp he'll be back to normal!? After 12 days, I really hope so! Time will tell.

Today he was pretty pooped so he hung out with me in bed for a little while after Phil left for work. Snuggling with a Glow Worm and his corn popper (I don't get it either) we rested for about as long as a toddler boy rests.

We headed downstairs for his morning snack and he was feeling ornery once again, but that too was short lived.

I hope you feel better soon Bubbs.

Thanks Dad

I remember one time - I must have been in early high school - when my sisters and I met my dad for lunch just randomly because we were all out and the timing worked out. I don't remember the details, but I remember I was going to be late, and I felt so guilty that my Dad was going to be disappointed (he wasn't) that I was crying hysterically on the way there. My sister thought I was crazy and couldn't understand what the heck was wrong with me. And then of course some crazy country song like "Daddy's Hands" or something equally ridiculous came on the radio and only made things worse. Stupid country songs. Every. Single. Time.

Why do I remember this completely random moment? Because I remember it as an example of how much I love my Dad. Would he have been mad I was late. No way and that wasn't even the point. It's just that I loved doing things like that with him and I was looking forward to it, I didn't want to miss anything by being late. A tad dramatic, maybe. A little emotional, definitely. But thats how I tend to be when it comes to my parents and my feelings about them.

One thing I love most about my Dad is that he didn't have to say "I love you" 100 times a day. I knew it. I felt it. I could tell just by the way he would crooked smile at me, tease me, joke with me. With all of us. I always strive to give off that same feeling of undeniable love for Sam and Phil. I don't want them to ever doubt it. I never did with my parents.

So if I were to sit and really write a post about my Dad, or my Mom, it would be for sure a rambling, sappy mess. And, well, thats just me. So this simple, silly, seemingly insignificant story will have to do. This is my crooked smile, my tease, and my joking around. I hope my Dad feels that.

Thankfully, Sam (and I) have Phil. A Dad that will go above and beyond. A Dad that strives to protect, love, and support with all his heart. A Dad that changes diapers, gives baths, shares freezy-pops, tickles  and laughs. I know Sam feels that. I am reminded of that every weekday when we wait for Daddy. He grabs his belly with excitement, ducks down and jumps up because his happiness explodes out of him when the door opens and he sees his Daddy.

We try to celebrate that everyday. Not just Father's Day. Even if it's in a 1.5 minute pretend phone call made from the TV remote calling Daddy to say hi and I love you.

Seriously, Aunt Erin. I am NOT sharing my corn with you!

A good ol' Harford County baby pool. 

Signing "please". Usually it's a 2 handed belly rubbing extravaganza, this one seems to be a bit more tame.

If you have a caption for this, I'll give you a prize...

 Daddy tickles are the best :)