We're Off to the Beach!

We leave first thing in the morning for our family vacation at the beach! The boys are so excited that I fear that any given moment one of their heads is going to spontaneously combust from the anticipation of it all.

All week Brian has been asking things like:

"Mom, when we wake up are we going on our trip!?"

"Mom, can it just be five minutes till we go on our trip?"

"Mom, I want us to go on our trip so I can have some fuuuuuuun!" (What, I'm not providing enough entertainment for you?")

"Mom, I am a fast sleeper so, pleeeeeaaaase don't forget me on our trip!" (asked with a pleading voice and clasped hands as if he were praying.) Good grief, Brian...what on earth would make you fear that I would forget you for our family vacation?!

"Mom, I am just ready for my trip!" (As the week wore on I couldn't help but notice that he had begun referring to our family vacation as, "his" trip.)

So, first thing tomorrow we are off! We are so excited to get to spend the week at the beach with Grandma and Grandad Marshman, Uncle David (Mike's brother) and Aunt Mary and cousins Holly and Erik. I just have to include this adorable picture of Holly and Erik. We are so excited for the cousins to get to know each other better.

If any burglars are reading this...please don't steal the Batman Bed...we are hoping to have it become a family heirloom.

Summertime Status Report

Recently, we had several days in a row that the weather was 101 degrees with humidity to match. I have decided to ignore the, "heat index" and bury my head in the proverbial sand because knowledge of how hot I am supposed to feel makes me kind of cranky. (Hey, if I actually buried my head in the sand do you think I would feel cooler?)

The other day Evan went outside to, as he puts it, "shoot some hoops" and came in about 10 minutes later grabbing his chest and sweating like he was about to suffer a heart attack.

The next day Adam asked Evan to go play baseball with him and Evan told him it was WAY too hot outside. I had to chuckle to myself when Adam protested loudly telling Evan, "It isn't even that hot outside!!! It is only supposed to be 90 today!!".

When we aren't hanging out at the pool we can be found trying to drown, or blind each other with the garden hose...

Here is Adam trying to blast Brian out of his hiding place

We hope you are having a great summer and are staying cool, too! ☺

Evan: 10 years and 11 months old, Adam: 7 years and 11 months old, Brian: 5 years and 1 month old.

I TOLD the Child Not to Read in the Car...

The other day Mike asked me to run one of our "Value Tales" books over to him at work because he has a co-worker that wanted her son to read it. On the way over Adam said to me, "Oh, I LOVE this book!!" as he opened it up and began to read it. I told him not to read in the car because he is really prone to getting carsick. He said something along the lines of just wanting to look at it for a second...I quickly got sidetracked by traffic and forgot to push the issue of putting the book down.


Minutes later, I heard moaning coming from behind me in the van and heard Adam say weakly, "Mooooom, I think I'm gonna throw uuuuuup." I reached under the front passenger's side seat and whipped out a plastic grocery bag and tossed it toward him while I scolded him for not listening to me, and begged him to, "get it in the bag!"


He was silent for a few minutes and I turned around to check on him and burst out laughing (I know, bursting out in riotous laughter is very sensitive of me) when I saw this...

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This picture is a complete re-enactment because I was unable to take a picture while driving upwards of 60 miles an hour down the Bobby Jones Expressway...but, this is what I saw. He had looped the handles of the bag over his ears and he was wearing it just as seen here. The look made me think of the feedbags that are sometimes strapped to the heads of animals.

I quickly stopped laughing, because I feared it would make him think I was making fun of him, and I began praising him for being so clever as to make the bag, "hands free". Evan then shouted from the backseat of the van, "MOM! I am the one who thought up putting the bag on your face like that--first!" Of course, Adam argued back (with his face still bagged), "No! I just thought of it now!" A full on argument then ensued.

Sorry, I am unable to say which son inspired such creative genius. Since, I still consider this item, "patent pending" from a marketing standpoint, I am not sure it really matters. I do think it would be a great selling item once it hit the market but, it is a shame everyone gets a free prototype whenever they visit the grocery store.