Bowlin Beige

Parker: Mommy, where did you go? Me: I went to the store. Parker [getting excited]:  The pet store?? Me: No, I went to the hardware store. Parker: No, that's a DADDY store. Not a Mommy store.  Me [finding this ironic because he goes to the hardware store with me 95% of the time]: Mommies can go to the hardware store too.  Parker: NO, Mommy! The hardware store is a DADDY store. All the other stores are Mommy stores.  Me: I can go to all the other stores? Parker: Yes, all the other stores are Mommy stores. The hardware store is a DADDY store. And the pet store is a Mommy AND a Daddy store.  [pause]   Okay, ONE Mommy can go to the hardware store. Just one Mommy.  Me: Just one?  Parker: Yes, only MY Mommy can go. None of the other mommies.  Me: Oh, okay. Thank you. Parker: Shhhhh! There is a tiger in my closet! And so goes a typical conversation with a three year old. We then moved on to an a...

Yes, we have hit the terrible threes. I vaguely remember going through this stage with Ainsley. You know, the age where your angelic child has teenage-like mood swings and changes into a raging psychopath because you didn't give them the right color cup? Yep - we are totally there. My cute-as-a-button little boy has turned into an a-hole. Sure, I still get some moments of adorable cuteness. But more often than not, I'm holding my breath and waiting for the meltdown to occur.  So I apologize if you've seen my son in public lately - it's not a pretty sight.  One minute he is helping push the grocery cart, and the next minute he is sprawled on the floor in the middle of the aisle screaming because the Spiderman fruit snacks are in a BLUE box, not a RED box.  On Friday we decided to take the kids to a baseball game. Pretty awesome, right? He was excited until we got to the seats and he realized we were going to try to feed him. Yes, we had the audacity to offer him thin...

Last week we enjoyed beautiful weather at the beach with my in-laws, niece, and nephew. Parker is older now but still had a day of hesitation about the waves. By the second day though, he was charging out into the water with no fear. The kids had great practice with the boogie boards, and had fun building sand castles and collecting seashells. Grandaddy brought a fishing net and taught the kids how to catch some little fish. They dug big holes in the sand and filled them with water to [temporarily] house their little pets.  We enjoyed watching fireworks from our porch, overlooking the creek. We rode bikes around the island. And we spent lots of time together enjoying the nice weather and family company! Cousin Love! Beautiful sunset from our porch Three Amigos Trying to escape Grandaddy a.k.a. The Shark! Beach Buddies Tired little boy All dressed up ...