We live in a house that was built in 1890. Since 1890 the house was renovated at least four times, and every time it was done worse than the time before. When we had our roof redone, there was five layers of shingles to tear off. When we redid our carpet upstairs, there was four layers of flooring to tear up. There is basically always something going on with this house, whether it's a problem we've had for awhile(like the windows that desperately need to be replaced) or something that just springs up... it's a constant thing.
I should stop here and explain that we've been working on renovations since I moved in here in February of 2006. We've been working on trying to refinance the house to renovate for almost two years now. My husband had a previous marriage and long story short, his credit was shit after the divorce(excuse my language, but honestly, there is no other word to describe how bad it was). Of course, right around the time we started trying to refi, the housing market crashed and it became next to impossible to get a loan. You have to have a much much higher credit rating to do so now. So now I'm months away from paying off the last bit and getting a refi process going. Then I'm going to get out my list of things to renovate that Grover made for me before he left and get to paying people to finish making this historic house beautiful again!
So you have all the usual problems that you'd have in an old house, and then you add on top of that... Isaac and Lysander. Who's main mission in life is to leave a wake of distruction in their path.
Culprit: Isaac
Victim: Toilet
Device: Disney Pixar's Cars
All of a sudden Isaac's favorite thing to do is throw things in the toilet. I've been fishing things out of the toilet for a couple of weeks. Well, all of a sudden, toilet not working. So the obvious thing I'm thinking is I missed a toy and flushed and then it was clogged. I tried plunging. Nothing. I then thought we have this snake thing that GJ had to buy after I broke the toilet when Isaac was a few days old(WHOLE other story), I'll try to figure out how to use that... Not a self explanitory tool first of all, but second of all... Nothing.
So then my Mom and Fred come over and Fred tries to use the snake and plunge the toilet. Nothing. Mom says that my Aunt Julie's husband does something with plumbing, so she calls my aunt and she agrees to come over and bring her lovely husband and help me out. I tell her it's not a big deal, we have another toilet, come whenever. So Julie and Joe come today and I of course want to help as much as I can since Joe is doing this for free, and really saving my ass because Lysander does not want to go potty upstairs anymore. (I'm kind of swearing a lot in this post. In life that is totally how I am, but I'd like to keep this clean, so I'm going to pull back on that now.)
So Joe does hsi thing with the snake(as my aunt and I giggle about his skillful use of the snake... yes my family is disturbed) and can't get anything out. So then he ventures down into the scary cellar and turns off the water to the house because apparently on normal toilets you can turn the water to the toilet off but of course not at my house. He tells me I need two buckets and some gloves and a cup. Of course I understand what I'm about to do, and it's really not that bad.
If there was ever a list of THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I'D DO IN LIFE, this would have made the top five. Then Joe has to take the toilet off completely... was NOT prepared for how disgusting that would be. I immediately wanted to go buy a new toilet. Joe snakes the toilet from the other end(more giggles) and finally pushes out the white car and another peice of a lego car. Awesome. By this time of course there is what we will call here... dirty chunky water all over my floor. Awesome. So I thank them profusely(and absolutely mean it) and they leave. Of course while there is "dirty chunky water" all over my floor all hell breaks lose in my house. (I swear, it's unavoidable for that swear word too. That's the last one, promise!) Isaac is freaking out, Lysander wants leftover pizza for dinner and the dog keeps trying to walk in the dirty chunky water.
I believe my Aunt took pictures of the process, but I'm going to go ahead and leave those off. I hope my words created a pleasing enough visual. Floors got cleaned, boys calmed down, and I used the potty and it all went down perfectly. Check that one off the bucket list.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Fun activies with the Petites & the ridiculous money spent doing it
I have two goals for this summer. Pay off our last bit of debt in order to refinance our house, and make sure that the boys have a great summer while not spending incredible amounts of money. So I've been putting a lot of thought into how we would spend this summer. This is the story of all that thought put into action.
My Mom and Dad bought us a zoo membership for Easter(which they are turning into an annual thing because it's such an awesome thing to have). Last year we did the zoo once a week, and that's definately something we'll do for fun again. We live five minutes away so it costs nothing in gas and really the only thing we ever spend money on there is for tickets to ride the train. Definately fun for cheap acheived with the zoo membership.
We also have a park that is within walking distance of the house that GJ discovered last year, and I've already been there a couple times with the boys this year. They LOVE IT. I'm not going to lie, it wears me out because they are still so little in my eyes and they like to climb on the biggest ladders and go down the tallest slides and I have a mini heart attacks every time we go. This time fun for free, so far I have had a couple of really good ideas.
Then of course I get my most brilliant idea... we have a BACKYARD! I should definately get some outside toys and then I can just go out back and lay out and read a book and let them run around and play with toys and it'll be great. Fun for cheap, right? WRONG. Fun, yes. Lots of fun. They love the backyard. I worked hard at the beginning of spring to rake up rocks and plant new grass and I even mowed the grass once so far. I knew in order to have the backyard be a play area I'd have to start early and I followed through. I put even more thought into it and I told my mom to look for outside toys while at garage sales because who cares if I buy used toys for the outdoors, they are just going to get beat up anyway. She found an awesome and pretty big sandbox for only $15. Sand turns out to be pretty cheap as well, so we're "winning" there! Then I found a pool(a plastic one because a blow up one would get destroyed by the boys) which was only $25 and I got some pool toys on clearance and a sprinkler on clearance and I'm feeling so good about my ability to cheaply get toys for the backyard and it be a totally fun place for the boys.
We've been out playing on the two days that it didn't rain since I bought all this stuff and I came to the realization that I really need a few more things to keep them entertained for more than a couple hours. I mean, how can I get a really killer tan while playing with my kids if they are bored after only two hours?
Here is where I realized how wrong I was about how cheap this would be to do. I realized that in order to buy outside toys you have to be a CEO of a multi million dollar organization. There are not outdoor toys for less that $50. More than that, the ones that are $50 are made for 12 month olds, and I'm here to tell you that at 12 months old neither one of my kids would have played with those toys and now that they would play with say a water table, I have to buy the one that's $100 because they are 2 and 3 now. I want a water table for sure, because I know they will enjoy that beyond all measure. We definately need some more bubble toys, and that's not very expensive but I know I'll be buying them at least ten times this summer because since they are cheap, they are cheaply made. I looked at picnic tables, but they are ridiculous, so I found folding chairs and table with an umbrella (CARS of course) that was only $30. What I think would be AWESOME to have is a playhouse. Do you have any idea what a playhouse costs to buy NEW? Again, must be a CEO. So I looked on Craigslist. Apparently the people who have kids who have outgrown the playhouses think that they are still worth what they bought them new for. So now I have to do one of two things, either totally blow my budget and buy the playhouse that I know my kids will love or let my mom keep hunting for one at garage sales and hope those people have sense and aren't asking $400 for it. If she doesn't find one by June 15th then Toys R Us will win again. In retrospect, I should have thought about this six months ago and put a little money back for it. Lesson Learned.
Last, but certainly not the least, I was really excited that a special activity this summer, and from now on for me and the boys, would be to go to the movies. They are finally old enough to both go, and they really really love it. For the first big movie of the summer, I decided we'd go see Kung Fu Panda 2 today during the morning so it'd be a little less crowded and at matinee price. The boys were so excited to go, all the could talk about was Panda Panda Panda.
When we were paying for the ticket, the girl did a really good job selling their Stubs club card for $12 a year. It gives you discounts on concessions and you don't pay to get tickets on Fandango. The thing she acted like was the big selling point was you get $10 back for every $100 you spend. Now, in my head I'm thinking, it would take forever for me to spend $100 at the movies. At most we'll probably go once a month. Good thing I didn't say that outloud to the girl because she probably would have collapsed from lack of oxygen while cracking up laughing. For three tickets and the $12 membership thing I spent $27. For an 11:30 am movie! Then at the concession stand(where I save $2) I bought three small popcorns and two small(which FYI were about five times bigger than I thought they'd be) drinks and one large drink. After my $2 in savings I spent $30. I'll do the math for you, I was already $57 in to spending $100 and that was in one trip to the movies.
I don't mean to sound like a crazy person about spending money. Truth is, there's really no amount of money I won't spend for my kids to have fun experiences. My indignation comes more from the fact that I was so excited to think of all these "cheap" things to do and then I turn around and end up spending crazy amounts of money. Possibly it's my personality. Both of my parents like to tell me that I have champange taste on a beer budget. Personally, I think champagne is for special occasions, and on special occasions I do tend to spend quite a bit of money. In general though I know how to cut fat out of our budget and there are plenty of things I've given up in my quest to refi and renovate the house.
Even as I've been writing this I've worked out a justification for all the money spent. Next summer the boys will only be 3 and 4. Meaning that they will not have outgrown playing in a smaller pool, sandbox, water table or sprinkler. They will still be small enough to sit in the little kid chairs at the little kid table. Even at 5 and 6 they'll probably still play with those toys. In the end, the big money items will probably definately be worth it in the end. Then, after the boys are done with them I'll pass them on to my neices and nephews or anyone else who I know with little ones that can use them still. The movies are a special thing, once a month, easily factored in to a budget :) And sweetness!! Every two months I'll be saving $10!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
What to talk about?
Any military that are in country can't talk much about what they do there. At the very least, you don't know when they are going out on missions, what those missions are for, or where they are. Very obvious reasons, security, secrecy, etc. When they come home, they can tell you some of what they did. Again, obviously not everything, but at least something.
In my situation, Grover can't tell me anything about what he does. The best answer I can give anyone about his job is that he's MI(military intelligence). If said person inquires any further I literally do not have an answer for them. To some this might seem highly irritating. I'm compltely okay with it and totally used to it. First of all, I get what national security is and what it means to have that entrusted to you. So I absolutely have no interest in jeopardizing that. Second of all, for a little over four years I've been listening to the only most boring of military stories. For example, I was telling Grover how everyone was asking me about what he does and how annoying it is when people think that I'm not telling them to be coy or that I don't ask Grover because I don't care. Later on, possibly the next day for me, same day for him, he sent me an email and said, "I did something today I can tell you about. I walked 10 miles across the fob to let some of my joes know that they had baggage duty." Truly, that's what he emailed me. I laughed so hard I cried.
Here's the part of it that does get on my nerves a little bit. When Grover calls to Skype, I desperately want to spend as much time as possible talking to him as I can. So far the Skype has been blurry, but even a watercolor image of him is better than nothing. Somedays we talk for a few minutes and then I'm grasping at straws trying to come up with a reason to keep talking even though I know we are totally out of talking points. I know I should let him go get some rest and I should get back to doing whatever it was I was doing before he called. It kills me though to only talk for 17 minutes in a 24 hour period. There's only so much that we can say about whatever the kids did and whatever ridiculous things I'm doing on any given day.
So I write him four emails a day, talking about everything and nothing at all. He writes back when he has time and sometimes they are three words and sometimes much much more. In the end, the good news is, so far it's bearable. I just keep thinking something is better than nothing. I've had four years of training for this. Four years of not knowing what the hell his job involves, four years of trying to carry the conversation when we talk, and four years of periodically doing it on my own. He had a lot of training and so did I. Honestly I think it feels good for both of us to put it all to use finally.
I think we'll revisit this subject again as the year goes on. It'll be interesting to see how we deal with this conundrum over the entire 12 months. I'm sure that it's likely to change just like our entire lives with move and evolve while he's gone. But that is an entirely different subject likely leading to a much longer post. :)
In my situation, Grover can't tell me anything about what he does. The best answer I can give anyone about his job is that he's MI(military intelligence). If said person inquires any further I literally do not have an answer for them. To some this might seem highly irritating. I'm compltely okay with it and totally used to it. First of all, I get what national security is and what it means to have that entrusted to you. So I absolutely have no interest in jeopardizing that. Second of all, for a little over four years I've been listening to the only most boring of military stories. For example, I was telling Grover how everyone was asking me about what he does and how annoying it is when people think that I'm not telling them to be coy or that I don't ask Grover because I don't care. Later on, possibly the next day for me, same day for him, he sent me an email and said, "I did something today I can tell you about. I walked 10 miles across the fob to let some of my joes know that they had baggage duty." Truly, that's what he emailed me. I laughed so hard I cried.
Here's the part of it that does get on my nerves a little bit. When Grover calls to Skype, I desperately want to spend as much time as possible talking to him as I can. So far the Skype has been blurry, but even a watercolor image of him is better than nothing. Somedays we talk for a few minutes and then I'm grasping at straws trying to come up with a reason to keep talking even though I know we are totally out of talking points. I know I should let him go get some rest and I should get back to doing whatever it was I was doing before he called. It kills me though to only talk for 17 minutes in a 24 hour period. There's only so much that we can say about whatever the kids did and whatever ridiculous things I'm doing on any given day.
So I write him four emails a day, talking about everything and nothing at all. He writes back when he has time and sometimes they are three words and sometimes much much more. In the end, the good news is, so far it's bearable. I just keep thinking something is better than nothing. I've had four years of training for this. Four years of not knowing what the hell his job involves, four years of trying to carry the conversation when we talk, and four years of periodically doing it on my own. He had a lot of training and so did I. Honestly I think it feels good for both of us to put it all to use finally.
I think we'll revisit this subject again as the year goes on. It'll be interesting to see how we deal with this conundrum over the entire 12 months. I'm sure that it's likely to change just like our entire lives with move and evolve while he's gone. But that is an entirely different subject likely leading to a much longer post. :)
Monday, May 16, 2011
Time~More? Or Less?
One would think that when you're on your own with a two and three year old, you would not have any time what. so. ever. When there is more than one parent, you have a little more time to yourself seeing as how you're not the one doing everything.
One would think.
As it turns out, I have more time to do things with GJ being gone. There's a really simple explanation for this. I love my husband so much that when he is here, I don't want to do anything but spend time with him and our boys as a family. Possibly some of that tunnel vision is due to the fact that he's gone for long periods of time fairly regularly. The more accurate explanation is that our relationship is the kind of relationship they write books about. True love story. Now I don't get all sappy very often, I might have mentioned that before. :) Tonight, though, as I was doing random things I've been meaning to do forever, I was thinking about how odd it was that I am getting around to it when I thought I'd be so busy I'd hardly be able to get to the things I have to do.
When I had this realization I started thinking about all the things I've wanted to do for a while and that I should really try to do them this year, not only because it'll be good to get some things done, but the busier I am, the fast this time goes. The things I've come up with so far are: clean out the three bay garage(this one I'll need the help of my mama because it will be a CRAZY undertaking I think), the vegetable garden, which I had already planned on doing, steam clean the upstairs carpets, do Isaac's second baby book, organize the videos and pictures into folders on my laptop, take the boys different places so I can take cool pictures of them to send to GJ, and lots of arts and crafts with the boys(admittedly though, I'm not sure what kind of arts and crafts to do with the boys just yet), and of course work out much more than I am normally able to. I was working out daily but the past month has been insane, so I'll be starting over again tomorrow.
I of course have other goals in mind to accomplish while Grover is gone, the biggest being refinancing the house and renovating, but my plan puts me at doing that in August. Which means I have the next two and a half months to concentrate on other smaller projects. Thinking of all this makes me feel much more confident in how fast the time will go until we are together again as a family. Which brings me full circle... While I love that I have time right now to do things that I've been meaning to, and that I'm accomplishing plenty as an individual, I absolutely spend every day happy that I am one day closer to having less time. More, much more time, to spend happily doing nothing at all. Just being together. The four of us. :)
One would think.
As it turns out, I have more time to do things with GJ being gone. There's a really simple explanation for this. I love my husband so much that when he is here, I don't want to do anything but spend time with him and our boys as a family. Possibly some of that tunnel vision is due to the fact that he's gone for long periods of time fairly regularly. The more accurate explanation is that our relationship is the kind of relationship they write books about. True love story. Now I don't get all sappy very often, I might have mentioned that before. :) Tonight, though, as I was doing random things I've been meaning to do forever, I was thinking about how odd it was that I am getting around to it when I thought I'd be so busy I'd hardly be able to get to the things I have to do.
When I had this realization I started thinking about all the things I've wanted to do for a while and that I should really try to do them this year, not only because it'll be good to get some things done, but the busier I am, the fast this time goes. The things I've come up with so far are: clean out the three bay garage(this one I'll need the help of my mama because it will be a CRAZY undertaking I think), the vegetable garden, which I had already planned on doing, steam clean the upstairs carpets, do Isaac's second baby book, organize the videos and pictures into folders on my laptop, take the boys different places so I can take cool pictures of them to send to GJ, and lots of arts and crafts with the boys(admittedly though, I'm not sure what kind of arts and crafts to do with the boys just yet), and of course work out much more than I am normally able to. I was working out daily but the past month has been insane, so I'll be starting over again tomorrow.
I of course have other goals in mind to accomplish while Grover is gone, the biggest being refinancing the house and renovating, but my plan puts me at doing that in August. Which means I have the next two and a half months to concentrate on other smaller projects. Thinking of all this makes me feel much more confident in how fast the time will go until we are together again as a family. Which brings me full circle... While I love that I have time right now to do things that I've been meaning to, and that I'm accomplishing plenty as an individual, I absolutely spend every day happy that I am one day closer to having less time. More, much more time, to spend happily doing nothing at all. Just being together. The four of us. :)
Monday, May 9, 2011
A few pictures of our Big Florida Adventure
Lysander with his large array of toys on the beach... this was after he fell in a wave and decided he was a landlubber...
Isaac soaked from being in the ocean and LOVING it :)
Isaac soaked from being in the ocean and LOVING it :)
The boys and I by the most balloons they've ever seen :) Fun picture
Tired petites after the last ride we went on. Haunted Mansion and Isaac passes out. :)
Adventure to Florida
After I said goodbye to G we started concentrating on our very big adventure. I drove from Indianapolis to Orlando with two boys by myself. Not only that but I packed us for that vacation as well. I am not going to lie, I absolutely was nervous about driving such a long way, stopping at a hotel, just me and a two and a three year old. As it turns out... easy. I was totally comfortable driving, mostly because my Expedition is like a tiny bus. Very roomy. The boys were complete angels. They watched dvds, played with toys, took naps... didn't make a peep. It was pleseant really, cathartic, to just drive.
Of course when we got to the hotel, the boys went NUTS, ran around and made so much noise it was a really good thing a group of teens were staying all around us. :) Then the next day we got on the road again and they were just as good. We got to Orlando in plenty of time to pick up my dad and Lindsey and then we were on our way to NEW SMYRNA BEACH. To the pink house on the beach. To a very very fun change of scene.
We went straight down to the ocean and the boys freaked out. They loved it and when we made them go back in because we were hungry they threw monstrous fits. We went to dinner and they were just enthralled with the ocean and trying to get at it.
Bright and early the next day we made our way out to the beach. Took eight million toys and the boys were so so so excited. They went straight out to the ocean, not a drop of fear from my kids. Lysander did end up getting caught up in a wave and went half under the water... and never went back in the water after that. i don't think it's a fear of water though, I think it's just that he didn't like the waves. However, he couldn't have enjoyed the sand more if he tried. Of course on the first day Lysander, Lindsey and I totally got burnt. How my blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyed kid with the fairest skin managed to not get burnt at all, I have no idea. Except that he didn't stop moving the entire time we were on the beach and Lysander sat in the same position playing in the sand for hours. Dad never went down to the beach, his balance isn't good enough for sand anymore, but he sat on the porch a lot and watched the ocean and us playing in it.
We beached it on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and basically did the same thing as the first day. Lindsey and I took turns playing in the ocean and playing in the sand with the petites who couldn't stay in the same place at the same time. At least I wasn't by myself trying to run in two different directions. Lindsey was an incredible help to me the entire time. Lysander was stuck like glue to her almost immediately. I think he'll be devastated when she leaves.
Wednesday we went back to Orlando area to go to Disney World. It took us forever to get there and then forever to actually get in to the park because the monorail was broken so everyone arriving had to take the ferry. I would have wanted to take the ferry anyway because it was just fun, but it took so long to get to magic kingdom. But once we got in it was great. I love Disney World. I feel like it makes you happy no matter what. We did realize after our first ride on Winnie the Pooh that the fast pass was the only way to go. Fantasyland was under construction, they are more than doubling the size by 2012, so I am excited to go back! We rode the Buzz Lightyear adventure, Pirates of the Carribean, Winnie the Pooh, Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor, and Haunted Mansion. Most everything the boys could ride. I definately know more though after that experience about how to do Disney next year when we go when Grover gets home. The boys had such a good time, though Isaac did fall asleep in the Haunted Mansion. So funny. They were super tired, but it was great to do all that with them, and I can only imagine when they are a year older how much more they will enjoy it. My dad was a real trooper and motored himself around the park with us and even went on Winnie the Pooh. Of course that was his first and last ride. Much too long of a wait. He likes people watching though and I believe he enjoyed himself as well.
Thursday and Friday we did less of the beach because of weather and the boys were just tired. We still went out though because they just loved the sand and water so much and of course Lindsey and I wanted to get our fill. Friday afternoon and evening we packed everything up, got the car all ready to go and then we piled in at 8 am on Saturday morning. I was sad our vacation by the beach was over, but I was also ready to go home. We decided to drive straight through, so we got home right about midnight. I'm really glad we just got it over with and didn't stop. It was nice to not spend Mother's Day driving.
That was our beach vacation in a nutshell. It was a good distraction for me and the boys. I know my dad had a good time seeing the kids play and being with us. Lindsey definately got a fast pass in to the family, the boys don't know how to ease in to relationships. :) As always, you can't wait to go on vacation and then by the end of it you can't wait to get home. Though I think if GJ had been at the beach with me I might have felt like staying at little bit longer!!
Of course when we got to the hotel, the boys went NUTS, ran around and made so much noise it was a really good thing a group of teens were staying all around us. :) Then the next day we got on the road again and they were just as good. We got to Orlando in plenty of time to pick up my dad and Lindsey and then we were on our way to NEW SMYRNA BEACH. To the pink house on the beach. To a very very fun change of scene.
We went straight down to the ocean and the boys freaked out. They loved it and when we made them go back in because we were hungry they threw monstrous fits. We went to dinner and they were just enthralled with the ocean and trying to get at it.
Bright and early the next day we made our way out to the beach. Took eight million toys and the boys were so so so excited. They went straight out to the ocean, not a drop of fear from my kids. Lysander did end up getting caught up in a wave and went half under the water... and never went back in the water after that. i don't think it's a fear of water though, I think it's just that he didn't like the waves. However, he couldn't have enjoyed the sand more if he tried. Of course on the first day Lysander, Lindsey and I totally got burnt. How my blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyed kid with the fairest skin managed to not get burnt at all, I have no idea. Except that he didn't stop moving the entire time we were on the beach and Lysander sat in the same position playing in the sand for hours. Dad never went down to the beach, his balance isn't good enough for sand anymore, but he sat on the porch a lot and watched the ocean and us playing in it.
We beached it on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and basically did the same thing as the first day. Lindsey and I took turns playing in the ocean and playing in the sand with the petites who couldn't stay in the same place at the same time. At least I wasn't by myself trying to run in two different directions. Lindsey was an incredible help to me the entire time. Lysander was stuck like glue to her almost immediately. I think he'll be devastated when she leaves.
Wednesday we went back to Orlando area to go to Disney World. It took us forever to get there and then forever to actually get in to the park because the monorail was broken so everyone arriving had to take the ferry. I would have wanted to take the ferry anyway because it was just fun, but it took so long to get to magic kingdom. But once we got in it was great. I love Disney World. I feel like it makes you happy no matter what. We did realize after our first ride on Winnie the Pooh that the fast pass was the only way to go. Fantasyland was under construction, they are more than doubling the size by 2012, so I am excited to go back! We rode the Buzz Lightyear adventure, Pirates of the Carribean, Winnie the Pooh, Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor, and Haunted Mansion. Most everything the boys could ride. I definately know more though after that experience about how to do Disney next year when we go when Grover gets home. The boys had such a good time, though Isaac did fall asleep in the Haunted Mansion. So funny. They were super tired, but it was great to do all that with them, and I can only imagine when they are a year older how much more they will enjoy it. My dad was a real trooper and motored himself around the park with us and even went on Winnie the Pooh. Of course that was his first and last ride. Much too long of a wait. He likes people watching though and I believe he enjoyed himself as well.
Thursday and Friday we did less of the beach because of weather and the boys were just tired. We still went out though because they just loved the sand and water so much and of course Lindsey and I wanted to get our fill. Friday afternoon and evening we packed everything up, got the car all ready to go and then we piled in at 8 am on Saturday morning. I was sad our vacation by the beach was over, but I was also ready to go home. We decided to drive straight through, so we got home right about midnight. I'm really glad we just got it over with and didn't stop. It was nice to not spend Mother's Day driving.
That was our beach vacation in a nutshell. It was a good distraction for me and the boys. I know my dad had a good time seeing the kids play and being with us. Lindsey definately got a fast pass in to the family, the boys don't know how to ease in to relationships. :) As always, you can't wait to go on vacation and then by the end of it you can't wait to get home. Though I think if GJ had been at the beach with me I might have felt like staying at little bit longer!!
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