Wondering what the heck has LEAH been up to for the last two weeks to make her so ... absent... ;)
AND Why the heck is Leah sitting at the PC at 7:30 on Saturday morning, when she's at Harkers Island all by her lonesome with no kiddies to wipe and clean and transform (*transformers, that is) for.
The short answer is - I have been trained over the last 5 years to not be able to sleep past 7:30. And well. I guess that's the long answer too. So there.
Well, I came down this weekend for my 10-year HIGH SCHOOL REUNION!!! Last night we hung out at The Dock House in Beaufort and I could not be better satisfied with how the evening went. I can't wait to recap how the whole weekend goes. Let's just hope that the fun that was had last night only continues tonight at the Aquarium. I'm sure it will. :)
Seriously though - I have truly thought of blogging at least 62 times in the last two weeks. And 61 of those times I was either too busy, too tired, too blank, or too hungry. (*Why why why did God make us that way?! ...especially the last one!?)
Here's the long and short of it - Rodney took a little vacation time two weeks ago - and for that whole week... Shoot - I should start THREE weeks ago - My boys and I did the Harkers Island vacation scene way back at the end of July and had the best time! Because I'm Leah and forgetfully like that, I'll try to sum up what I do remember...
~The drive down. Dude. It was the best 4-hour leg of ANY trip with ANY three boys and ANY mama in the history of driving. Makes me sorry to think of the Mormon Pioneers, in more ways than one, when I consider how much my trusty DVD player means to me. And wheels. And gasoline. And air conditioning. And bug juice.
~Josy's new house. I can't wait for her to get a BLOG too!?! Then she'd have somewhere to publicly show how fantabulous it must be to have a house fit for a
~Green grass. And blue skies.
~Porch lounging/Back yard lounging. IF I had to sum up what makes my Ma & Pa's house dreamy - I'd probably let this one hold the number one spot. Those of you who don't have said porch and/or all the wrought iron rockers and swings (intermingled with a few old plastic chairs) do NOT know what you're missing. I'm talking breezes. Sunsets. Tall drinks of postum. Kids wearing you out while you sit and try to remedy the problems as best you can while STILL sitting. Really - there's no way around it... That is, classifying the lounging as number one, not the kids thing - There IS a way around that. It's called getting up. I don't advise that though. Someone might take your chair.
~Dogs. Actually one dog. But it's Maggie. And she likes to torment. ;) Pa disagrees. Click the picture of Pa to view larger. Just look at that face. It SCREAMS torment, am I right?!
~Golf cart riding. My dear Tiffner had the boys up to her MIL's (short for
~Photography. Aly is probably about ready to throw in the towel of helping Leah with Photography 101. The thing is - I'm a mom. To three boys. AND I'm blonde. Now that's a sure-fire way to ensure that there are just a few brain cells left. Seriously. Back to Aly. Girl - Thanks for teaching me what you have so far. And then teaching me again. And again. One day my beautiful photographs of babies and weddings and old people in wrought iron rocking chairs will be the clear manifestation of what I DID remember. Hopefully sooner than later. There's only so much time!
~Pool fun. At ma's in the wading pool - which Carter-man really attacked with a vengeance. At Aunt Drex's pool - which Jackson & Brady (*along with some WAY cool older cousins, Ethan and Tanner who totally know how to make my little ones feel right at home) hit up with a similar vengeance. At Brenda's pool with their homeys Tommy and Garrett AND......... Emily's pool, where all the youn'uns this side of the Mississippi like to gather.
and last but not least.........
~The ride BACK to Rolesville. This deserves it's own post. I'll keep it that way. Maybe I'll get to it in the next, oh I don't know, two months. But seriously. I WILL get to it, if it's the last thing I do. Those memories must never be forgotten. I only wish I was talking good ones. Oh well.
Here I sit. Five chapters later, and never even got to Rodney's vacation. At least you know what to hurry back for next time!?! :)