Driving Home from the Beach

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Originally uploaded by Kimmy Crack Corn

Be patient ... it gets really good.

Back from the Beach

The almost-becoming-annual Pace-Becker beach trip is over, but the memories live on.

My favorites.

His favorite swimsuit? You should see it from the front.

In the above photo, the guys are having fun. I'm obsessing about jellyfish, baby sharks, and undertow. And for the record, B and I both got stung. B said it felt like a nest of wasps on his leg. I thought it was similar to getting a potassium IV.

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Thanks again to Macy and G-Diddy for a lovely vacation.

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I'm contemplating withdrawing him from school

Today when we went to pick him up (after having a lovely lunch of Indian food and then spending the afternoon at the Frist), we were met at the door by Ms. Dee. She said, "Oh! We love having John here. He is so mannerly and obedient."

If this happens again -- even one time -- then I'm taking him out.

Because clearly, they don't even know which one is my child.

Preschool Dance Party

Preschool Dance Party
Originally uploaded by Kimmy Crack Corn

Classic. Alicia Keys has already called to find out about using this footage.

Mississippi Video

New School Day

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Originally uploaded by Kimmy Crack Corn

Dropped him off for his first day at his "new, cool school day." They were having a dance party. He never even looked back to say "bye."

Hmph.

Mid May 2008 Update

I am lazy. Just look at the pictures.

Caught!

This morning I was ill. Not "ill" in the sense of physical health, but the other way: a bad mood.

I'm supposed to be on vacation, but I left my office in a state of complete dis-repair and it's been bugging me. So today I got up with some ambition to do something other than plant things and lie about in the sun reading Jane Austen. But at some point during the breakfast/lunch making time, I became annoyed with Husband for no reason (as I am oft wont to do). So I'm stomping about whining and demanding that he make "direct requests not passive aggressive attempts to get me to do things" when John-John walks inside from playing catch with himself. He says, "Mom, what are you doing?"

I claim not to know what he's talking about.

He says, "Mom, are you throwing a fit?"

I say, "Did Dad tell you that?"

He says, "No, but I think you are throwing a fit at Dad, and that's not very nice."

I laugh but immediately seek the source. Husband sincerely claims not to know anything about this, and I believe him. I decide that I must've really been throwing a fit, and apparently it was no secret to anyone.

Wow.

I used to be able to get away with stuff like that. I may just have to do something drastic.

Like grow up.

Happy 2nd Birthday Jackaroo!

I swear he's really not 14 ...

... even though he looks it.

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