Snowflake 2014

January 30, 2014 § Leave a comment

There was snow in Atlanta this week. A lot of it for our fair city, and while there was a lot of drama surrounding this winter weather event, and I’m not going to touch on that here, many kids had a blast with the white stuff. Here are a few of my favorite moments with my kids:









Leaves, Leaves, Leaves

November 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

We made a leaf pile the other day. I think all I need to say about it is this:

It was fun.

Yogurt….and hair

November 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Q Man recently discovered yogurt. I was chowing down on some one day and he wanted a bite. Of course I gave him some which led me to give him his very own cup. In addition to yogurt being a tasty and delicious snack, it’s relatively healthy and gives Q Man an opportunity to work with a spoon.

It was a fun but messy adventure.

Yogurt was everywhere, including his hair.  Little Mister found it amusing.

Fast forward a few weeks, and more yogurt in the hair adventures, and I knew I had to cut Q Man’s hair.  I really didn’t want to do it but it was time. Here’s the before

And the after

I have to be honest – I cried a little when his hair was getting cut. I kept some of the curls, too. Q Man looks like a real little boy now. It’s bittersweet.

Little Mister got his hair cut, too; not that you can tell with his bike helmet

And I even managed to snap a cute photo of both boys. Yes, can you say Christmas card? LOL

Vacation (again)

October 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

I never managed to get photos up from some of our other vacation highlights. Since our trip to the beach was a month ago I’ll put up the photos with brief descriptions. Most are self explanatory.

We went to the bird and marine sanctuary at Ponce Inlet.

And saw a freakishly large banana spider – he scared the daylights out of me from 20 feet away!

Went to the Ponce Inlet lighthouse

The alligator farm in St. Augustine

And the piece de resistance – lobster for dinner! Both boys LOVED it!

We can’t wait to repeat our adventure next year!


September 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

There is a great seafood market and shop in Ormond. Hull’s is one of many reasons husband and I get exited about coming here. The seafood is really, really fresh. You can’t find seafood this fresh in a predominantly land-locked state. Don’t get me wrong; you can find fresh seafood in Georgia but it’s not the same. Seafood always tastes better at the sea. It has been said more than a time or two that when you eat seafood it should smell like the ocean, and that’s easy to do when you are at the ocean. Imagine that.

We took the boys to Hull’s yesterday afternoon to pick out dinner. We wanted lobster but didn’t think the condo had a vessel large enough to cook the crustacean. We settled on scallops; big, fresh scallops. And they were delicious! I found this recipe*

* photo courtesy of

and yum! Husband cooked last night and any scallop that isn’t overcooked wins my vote. Husband has a tendency to overcook scallops which is why I tend to avoid them but last night he cooked the scallops to perfection.  It was relatively easy to make, too. Of course, I wasn’t doing the cooking so I could be wrong. The only real fault of this recipe is the butter. Lots and lots of butter. But we easily justified this splurge since we’re on vacation. The boys loved dinner, too, and I love that they eat lots of different things.

Today we will dine on lobster. Little Mister is beyond excited about this. Of course, before we get to the main course we have to get through the day. So far it’s gone something like this….

Husband and Little Mister went to Kennedy Space Center today; leaving me at the condo with Q Man. He and I  went to the beach and he screeched fussed. We walked on the beach and his Fred Flintstone foot found the sharp edge of a seashell. He started sobbing. I carried him back to our towel and bucket. We filled the bucket with sand and dumped it out. After the fifteen millionth time Q Man started screeching fussing about that and took off towards the pool.

So we hose off the sand, I pick up the little dude and we get into the pool. The cold pool. Cold pool + fussy toddler = big mess. So we get out and head back into the condo, get out of our beach gear and hang out for a bit.

At first Q Man totally goes for it. He has a bev and a nosh and all is well. He changes the channel on the television. He plays with the phone that we unplugged for him. He plays with toys. I start to think, okay, I can absolutely hang out in a strange place that is completely NOT childproofed for an entire day with my kid (he did, however, find the glass cleaner that I needed and kept overlooking). I have no car but I have the beach, beach paraphernalia,  a stroller and vodka (thanks, Uncle Chuck!).

Then the screeching fussing starts again. I load Q Man in Bob – it’s a BOB stroller that we refer to as Bob – have to keep it easy for husband. Naming the stroller Frank would have really confused and/or irritated him. We head a mile down the street to Publix. We get there but didn’t go in because I didn’t bring my wallet. I was rushing around trying to get out of the condo that I forgot the darn thing and we may need an afternoon activity. It’s good to always keep your options open. At least I remembered water, right? And my phone. In case of emergency. Not that my emergency contact is anywhere near here. My In Case of Emergency person is an hour away with the four year old checking out space ships, having fun and doing cool stuff.

Me. I’m entertaining the screecher. And eating leftovers but they were good.

The condo does not have a pot large enough to cook a lobster. Until today. Husband and Little Mister plan to stop in Daytona to get one. We’ll leave it here so we can boil lobster on future trips. The dynamic duo will also stop at Hull’s to get lobster and possibly some crab legs. Either are fine. We have corn on the cob. And butter. But no bread.

Guess I’m glad I forgot my wallet after all. Besides, a two mile walk in the heat of the Florida sun in the middle of the afternoon with the screecher sounds like great fun. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to experience that joy? At least I can give him a cookie when we get to Publix. Food in mouth means no screeching.

And we’ll have some bread for our dinner.

The Longest Four Mile Vacation

September 14, 2011 § 1 Comment

The boys have a fall break from school this week. Yes, they’ve only been in for three and a half weeks but it’s pre-school and who the heck am I to complain? I decided I did not want to entertain the kids for three solid days so we came to the beach. Certainly it makes more sense right? I mean, what’s an eight hour drive to the beach with a four year old, a one and a half year old, husband and dog. Easy as pie! Totally can handle that.

Now, as any parent knows, packing for a trip when you have kids, especially really small kids, is no easy task. It’s like moving a small army. There’s no get up and go ’cause that already got up and went. It takes careful planning and can cause much stress and anxiety.

Most of the gear was staged to get packed the night before departure – pack and play, booster seat, luggage, TWO strollers, dog food, dog, toys etc. – and husband began to pack the car. This began a series of grunts, grumbles and what I suspect were a lot of criticisms geared toward me. Oh, you mean you wanted  me to pack our snacks in the cooler and not a plastic bag? I’m happy to oblige but it’s generally helpful if you TELL that to me. Husband drops something on his foot – my fault though I’m nowhere around.  I ask to help and grousing begins. How dare I insult his packing sensibilities! Really, dude? I was just trying to help. I leave and I’m still in trouble. Really, you want me to hang out? I think not. I’d rather hang out with the screeching toddler and whiny four year old. And for good measure a glass of wine. The bottle is open and it’ll go bad if I don’t drink it. Maybe even all of it.

So after a rough start we go to sleep so we’re rested for the big day. Morning comes and there is more of the same general chaos. The four year old is running around the house in circles all. morning. long. The toddler is chasing him. The dog is whining. I’m trying to get everyone fed and gather up the rest of our gear. Yes, more gear. And if my suitcase is packed before my hair dryer and flat iron get in there, then yes, there will be another bag for it. And yes, you’ll have to pack it. And yes, I suspect  you’ll be unhappy about that as well.

More generally crabbiness was directed towards me and I was on the verge of sending husband, the kids and the dog to the beach without me. I’ll happily be a hermit for a week. Serenity now. I can just feel it! My sewing machine was trying to woo me. I could just hear it and nothing else. Ahhhh…..

But that’s unrealistic so I get into the car. I’m tired since I’ve only had one cup of coffee and I must limit intake of liquids since I’ve had two kids and my bladder just isn’t what it was once. Never mind that the person that insisted upon that rule downed more than one soft drink that morning and was the reason we had to make our first stop.  And who am I to complain? I don’t make the rules but I have to follow them.

We immediately begin to discuss our hectic morning and inevitably that leads to more arguing. I’d filled the car up with gas the afternoon before we left and the trip odometer read 3.8 miles.

Longest. Four. Mile. Vacation. EVER.

I couldn’t believe all the preparation, packing and planning we’d done and thus far it led to a lot of grief, anxiety and unhappiness. “They” say vacation is good for you but I swear! I think it leads more than a few couples to a therapist or divorce lawyer. We hadn’t even made it to I-20. I wanted a drink but knew I couldn’t imbibe because it was nine in the morning but mostly because of the aforementioned limiting liquids rule. Martini anyone?

The four year old was great along the way. Just great! Thank goodness for the DVD player in our minivan. Yes, I drive a mini-van and it’s the best car ever! At least right now. The toddler was his usual spit-fire self. Bored, facing backwards, hungry but mostly tired and not sleeping. He took a one hour nap. One hour. Usually I get at least two from him. And what happens when you cross a bored toddler with a tired toddler?

Screeching. Screeching happens.

And lots of it. I think husband and I sang songs half the way to the ocean to keep Q Man calm. I thought I was going to lose my voice, which, in and of itself isn’t that horrible. Though if I wanted to lose something it would have been my hearing at that point. The high pitched screeching is like fingernails on a chalkboard. I would have ignored it if I could but who the heck can ignore a noise like that when you are trapped in a car? It’s a big car, sure, but it’s not that big.

The madness, screeching and how much longer till we’re there’s were all worth it when we took our boys onto the beach. Little Mister has been to the beach before. This one in fact since we’re staying in husband’s grandmother’s condo* but Q Man saw the ocean for the first time.

And he loved it! The little dude took off running to the water. All smiles.

And once again I was in love with my family.

* Nana has owned this condo since the 1960’s. Husband grew up coming to this beach and I love that we can share the tradition of “this place” with our boys.

Only Child for a Day

July 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

Little Mister has been hanging out with his Grandmother for a few days so Q Man has been an only child. Since he often has to share the shot with big brother I took an opportunity to snap some photos of my not so little baby today.

A beautiful day, a little chalk, a little madness and an adorable little guy made for a fun afternoon!

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