Thursday, May 29, 2008
The almost-becoming-annual Pace-Becker beach trip is over, but the memories live on.
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.
For the full 20 photos and a couple videos, click here.
Thanks again to Macy and G-Diddy for a lovely vacation.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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.
I used to be able to get away with stuff like that. I may just have to do something drastic.
Like grow up.