One Week of Random

This coming week marks my last hectic week at work. I teach science in an informal education facility, and during the school year, we are busy with school groups, professional groups, international groups, you name it, I teach them all. During the summer when one might expect things to slow down, I am insanely busy. This coming week is the last of the insane weeks, and this summer I am more exhausted than any before. I used to love the rush and excitement of the summer programs at work, but since our home-life is so "full", for lack of better word, I'm not finding a whole lot of extra energy in the tank to put towards the job. So, crazy summer began on June 2, and will end, or at least simmer down a bit, on July 23. Only 5 more days. I think I can do this. Right? Right. 


I hate to leave you with nothing while I earn my paycheck, so this week you get some random pictures and random thoughts. 


Today, some of my old favorite videoclips of the boys learning to walk. The heavy breathing is actually me laughing. 

Life Imitates Art

Or, the other way around depending on your view point. Keith and I always used to enjoy leisurely reading the Sunday paper over a big ole breakfast. I read the funnies and sales ads, and he everything else. I would make an effort to read the rest, but there's really no need since he stops every 3 minutes to read something out loud to me. Lately we've been skim-reading or waiting until Sunday nap time to get our Sunday paper fix. This past Sunday we did the latter, and, I couldn't help but chuckle when I opened the funnies and the first comic I saw pretty much summed up our new morning getting dressed routine.

Last Thoughts on the 4th

That pretty much wraps it up for our 4th of July visit. As I looked back at our beach and other water outtings I realized it migth look like we are incredibly ambitious and active people. To be accurate I decided I should also show the lounging about times when little was done. 

Well, little was done by those of us not preparing the meals, I guess I should say.

And those of us not sitting and playing with our childhood toys. 

Seriously, look how many. Somebody was a spoiled child. I was lucky if I had two sticks to bang together*

And someone else has a keen sense of fashion.

A little resting, a lot of playing, a great weekend. 

*may be a slight exaggeration. 

More Water "Not from the ocean"

This time, it's at Grammie and Grampie's neighborhood pool. 

These pictures come without much commentary. Keith is out of town, and I'm using all my free time to get a few house projects done. If you're thinking it would be easier to get projects done with the third and largest boy home, you'd be wrong. 

Water of Another Variety

You didn't think I was done with our weekend away, did you? You know how I like to draw out an event and break things down. It's the science teacher in me, we're supposed to categorize things when we explain them.

So, our overall category for the weekend might be water. And this subcategory would be "water that is not in the ocean". See, the ocean's water was rough. Really rough. As in, this momma could not stand in the water past her knees, and while I enjoy a little rough surf and big waves, I simply cannot do that while holding a baby. Being near a waterfall with them was bad enough, but the thought of them getting caught in undertow made me stay on dry land. That did not stop Grady from demanding to go in the ocean, though. Here he is, with Dada. Not the best pic, but he was grinning from ear to ear and waving back at us sand-dwellers as large waves broke all around him and Dada. 

The undertow finally got strong enough to scare even Dada, so we opted to go to the splash park near the beach. And this, everyone, was well received.  We were a little timid at first, but went from sticking our hands in the water to figuring out that if you step on the water it splashes the on-lookers. Good times!

Tomorrow, I share with you the other type of "water that is not in the ocean".