Sunset

Late afternoon trips to our favorite spot on the island always include the faded red bucket and a cold beer in a koozie.

Rule:
Watch the sun set!

Too Cold For Me

Cooper will actually jump into the freezing cold waters of Casco Bay and he likes it! But only because he gets to sun on the front of the boat after his jump.

Luc lets his Dad dip him. Yes, I said, “Dip.” He will not jump in. No amount of candy bribes has resulted in a complete dunk - but he has fun sitting on the swim platform kicking his legs and talking smack about how the next time he will go in.

Talk, talk, talk, talk....

It. Never. Happens.

Beck will jump in before Luc.

Moo, please note that there is a rope tide around little Beck's life jacket!

Rule:
Listen to them tell tall tales.

Sea Glass Hunting

Or , as my sister in law would say, "Seaglunking!" It is truly one of our favorite things to do on chilly foggy mornings.

Rule:
Go out in the fog.

Clam Shell Relay Race

This is our fourth year running the Clam Shell Relay Race and we registered all three boys. Cooper and Luc did a wonderful job collecting their clam shells to pass to their Daddy but poor little Beck only made it across the finish line because Dave picked him up and carried him.

We love this race. It seems to be the unofficial start to the summer season on Peaks.

Rule:
Keep up tradition.

Croaking

Luc loves to go to the frog pond, listen to the frogs croak, and he loves to count them. I do not really like frogs; toads I can deal with, frogs – not so much. However, I take him and let him do his thing.

No, I will not be frying up frog legs for dinner. Wait a minute; I seriously think my Mom might have made that southern delicacy one night after I went on a true frogging trip but it is all a little froggy, I mean foggy.

Rule:
When it rains, go frogging!

Rite of Passage

Cooper made it out to BIG ROCK for the first time and boy was he proud. It is a true rite of passage if you go to Hadlock Cove to swim.

Yes, I was a nervous wreck but I held my tongue and let him be. Pssst...I was proud, too.

Rule:
Let them be daring.

I Have a Biter

I came home from the Cold House to wash the salt from my skin and of course, to make a grocery stop and a Home Depot run. Even though I am only home for a day, I decided to ease my Dad's pain and make a blog post. His withdrawal symptoms have been fierce. This is for you Pooh!

Yes, we catch crabs! Lots and lots of crabs. Rest assured, we let them live. Do you see the faded red bucket? That bucket goes on every single beach trip and it serves as a home for our found crabs. We find itty-bitty crabs that are smaller than your pinkie finger fingernail and we find crabs that Beckett calls, “Biters!” I crack up every single time he yells, “I have a biter, a biter, Mommy a biter.” Sometimes I have to extract the biters from Beck’s finger. "Tank you, Mommy, Tank you."

Rule:
Take the time to make someone smile!

Wet

Let me give you some good news before I start to bitch.

The good news is that my plants look fantastic and seem to be very, very happy. The bad news is that my boys are driving me CRAZY. I say that with much love but I must admit that I am fried.

When I tell Dave that I cannot take it anymore, he laughs. I think he is secretly glad that it is raining and that we are not out on the beach having a blast without him.

Dave is all like. “Walk them in the rain.”

“I did that!”

“Go for long drives.”

“Done”

“Make cookies.”

“We ate them.”

And this is where I start telling him about all the raining day projects we have completed:

“How many pictures can I color? How many puddles can I turn blue? How many worms can we catch? How many hot baths can I give? How many times can I pick play dough out of the carpet? How many haircuts can I give? How many movies can I rent? How many tents can I construct in the living room? Etc…”

And this is where he starts tuning me out. I could be saying, “Do you want to……” He does not hear. If only he listened, he might have gotten lucky.

OK, I know I need to stop bitching about the wet rainy foggy humid sunless weather but I cannot. Hey, there was a positive note in this post. Yes, the plants are happy. See, positive.

This morning, Luc even asked me if I could make it not rain today. Sure, he knows that I am very powerful and that I have magical abilities. I am just bummed that those abilities do not include a direct link to Mother Nature.

Oh Luc, if I could stop the rain and bring out the sun for you, I would!

Rule:
Stay positive.

All Things Loved

 

 

 

 

Rule:
Teach them to love.

Mold and Moss

I have nothing today. I mean it. NOTHING!

IT. WILL. NOT. STOP. RAINING.

I could write a long drawn out story about how we are all going insane because we have only seen the sun 5 days the entire month of June, but I want bore you. On the other hand, I could tell you the story about how I have begun to grow mold and sprout green moss, but that is not very interesting.

Well, I take that back, it is somewhat interesting. Thus, I contacted the Guinness Book people, but they said there is a tribe in the RAIN FOREST that beat me to the mold growing record and that they are certain that moss sprouting just would not make the book. I beg to differ, as I think moss sprouting is extremely fascinating and I am quite sure Ripley’s Believe it or Not just might agree with me. I am putting in a call; stay tuned.

Anyway, here are a couple of cute pictures of my little man, Beck. No, he has no mold or moss; he just radiates cuteness.







Rule:
Wish for sunshine or I might just start picking my nose, too!