Sunday, April 14, 2013

Beach Day

The beach is not my favorite. I'm not ungrateful to have it as an option, but physically it's less than easy for me. It's about as easy for me as bowling is for a T-Rex. It's not impossible and I do appreciate the atmosphere. Probably slightly more so than the dinosaur in the bowling ally. My crutches and fused ankle don't appreciate sand. My bad balance and fused back do not appreciate the waves. It makes my beach trips infrequent, but not completely out of the question.

I had a horrible illness and several days in bed. It was time for fresh air. Everyone gets stir crazy when Mom's that sick. Riley had announced the week before she wanted to learn to swim. Even if I just laid on the towel snapping pictures it was time for the beach.

Hit the Sand
Shells
Into the Waves
Digging
Giant Shell Wonder Boy
Shell Search
Fly
Playing in the Surf
Silly Girls

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Friday, April 5, 2013

Conversations With Cute

New Jeans

Me:Do you like these jeans, Riley? (her new big girl jeans-above)
Riley:Yeah! They are cute-ing my head off!

Me: Are you ready to go play with our friend?
Riley: Mom, that's so special! That is special-ing me out!

Discussing Dr. Seuss' body of work.
Me: He wrote One Fish Two Fish, Green Eggs and Ham...
Riley: And Ninja Turtles!!
Me: No honey. He wrote The Lorax, Hortan Hears a Who, The Sneetches...
Riley: AND NINJA TURTLES!!
Me: No Sweetie, Dr Seuss did NOT write Ninja Turtle.
Riley: Who wrote Ninja Turtles?
Me: I'm not sure.
Riley: It was Dr. Seuss.

Daddy's turn for a funny:
Me: Mike hand me a new deodorant from the shelf, please.
(he is instantly overwhelmed because there's more than one choice)
Mike: Um, which one?
Me: It doesn't matter
(He hands me a new deodorant) Mike: This is a special clear one, for when you go topless

Minor Helmet

Riley: This snow globe doesn't light up anymore. Can you fix it?
Mike: The light fell out a long time a go.
Riley: Oh, put another one in.
Mike: I don't have another one, but you can put your Dora flashlight under it and it will light up.
Riley: (running towards her room) Ok!
(having been unable to locate her flashlight she has set the snowglobe on the lamp of her minors helmet)
Mike & I: Good idea, Riley. You did it, etc...
Riley: I didn't find my flashlight so I used this! Am I a gen-ee-ious?

Me: I'm in the bathroom, Riley.
Riley: Oh, I will leave you alone to potty. I'll go back to what I was doing.