Note to Self

Do not leave a stroller without the break on next to an in ground pool on a windy day with a sleeping baby in it.

This could have been disastrous if my neighbor hadn't been sitting directly next to the stroller and reacted quickly to the movement.

Summer Lovin'

I L.O.V.E summer.

Here are my Top 5 reasons:

5.    Fireflies.  There is something so magical about these little creatures.  When I see them perform their evening light show,  I have one of those moments when I stand in awe of God's glorious creation.

4.    Dressing my children in way less clothes than any other season. The less is more saying holds true for me in summer.  The less amount of time it takes me to find clothes/dress my children,  the more happier this mama is.

3.    The beach.  Nothing like it.  Although it is way more beautiful in the fall and spring when it is so gloriously peaceful with way less people.  But we love ocean swimming in the summer.

2.    Fresh veggies from Poppy's garden.

And the number 1 reason  I love summer...

1.    The summer season somehow gives me permission to eat ice cream every single night… with hot fudge… although spring, fall, and winter give me this same permission, even though ice cream is one of my least favorite desserts.

Sports Taken to a New Level

Korben had sports camp this past week.  It was great for him and slightly unbearable for me.  While he played, I tried to manage a crying infant (sports camp just so happens to coincide with Koah's naptime) and entertain a whiny 3 year old in the middle of a field in 88 degrees and 100% humidity.  And while Korben really enjoyed his time, I was excited when the week finally came to an end.  The coach, along with several other mothers who brought their cameras (I didn't fall into this category), requested a group picture.  I looked on (cameraless) proud of my talented boy when  my boy began to pick his nose… and he picked and continued to pick. 

So there you have it,  while it is not bad enough that my kid picks his nose in public, he has now been photographed partaking in this event.  If only sports camp had dedicated a day to this sport he could had been the coach.

Karr vs. Car

We bought our house from a couple with the last name Karr.  We have referred to them on occasion since moving in.  Korben has been recently asking about these Karrs.  I have explained to him who they are and he seems so intrigued by these people he has never met.

And then it hit me… he thinks that cars once lived here.  I think he envisions our min van, Mrs. Wagaman's Suburban, Nana & Poppy's Highlander, Aunt Geri's Tourag , and Papa's pick-up truck sitting down conversing about what kind of people they would like their drivers to be, all while eating a well balanced meal of oil, gasoline, and antifreeze. Oh, how he would love to   converse with cars and trucks, especially garbage trucks.