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We took our children to Maui for 10 days of sunshine bliss in January.

On day three, I had to spend 2 hours by myself having a DTR (define the relationship) chat with the beach.

You see, I believe in vacations...not trips. Vacations are to relax, and get tan. Trips are better off spent at home.

I have only been on trips with my children, and only been on vacations with my husband.

You can see where I am headed here...me and my sand filled toes had some real digging to do together when it came to my expectaions of my "vacation"

Needless to say, we had THE time of our life spending long mornings on the beach with our kids, watching whales up close, and sharing weird flavors of shaved ice.

Blake was extremely upset that we weren't touring homes to purchase during our time there, but he also said the same thing about Grand Mound, Washington when we visited Great Wolf Lodge.

We Celebrate it Right...

 

 

 

 

 

Have I every told you about my favorite kind of birthday party?

It's the kind where you get to invite 14 of your child's friends.

And really you get to invite your closest friends, because you force your children to be friends.

And it's right after lunch, so you don't have to feed the masses.

And then you feed them cupcakes after they have spent an hour and a half jumping off the walls.

And then it's over and everyone goes home.

And you don't have to clean up the mess.

And you forget to send out Thank you notes.

Hmmmmmm...yes...

Let's just be honest...

 

the vast majority of the time, I have no clue what I am doing...

A perfect example would be the ever changing look of our blog. I have ideas in my mind of what it should look like, but have to sit and watch youtube videos on how to impliment that. I'd rather catch up on all of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills episodes. I mean really...

But since my husband was recently recongnized in a bar...

in Las Vegas...

because of someone who reads our blog...

I thought that I should pull it together.

Here goes.

What?

 

I have honestly been scouring groupon and living social for a great deal on a housekeeper.

Instead I decided to enlist the help of my 4 year old.

Meet The Kids

My children are constantly talking to themselves. When I ask them what they are saying, their response is, "Oh, I was just talking to my kids.:

They have actually said this for about a year. I never understood what it meant until last night.

Blake was taking a tub, and he started mumbling. I said, "What?"

He replies, "I was talking to the kids...in my head."

"Mommy, they talk a lot."

Really? Weird.

Beat Beat

Be Still My Heart.

I think that this man...is quite stunning.

TOO Cute

I found this darling link that you can add to your blog if you are giving away something free and fabulous.

I will post it each time I've had it with my kids.

Spanish 101

Blake has a friend named Juana.

"mommy, it starts with a W. Sound it out....wa wa wa wa Wana."

He told me that she doesn't speak american.

After correcting him, he told me that she doesn't speak Washington.

After explaining that she doesn't speak English, he responds with, "yeah, that."

"mommy, she speaks Spanish."

I then said, "well are you helpful to Wa Wa Wa Wana (kiddddddding!) and explain things that she doesn't understand?"

"Oh Mommy, of course. If she doesn't understand something, I just say uno to her."

A Lesson in Friendship

So Blake is loving kindergarten. He is full of great stories from his days, and his current favorite story that he tells me each time he hops off the bus, is whether or not his friend Atticus, (The boy who desperately needs a haircut to stop looking like a girl...thank you Blake) has decided to actually be his friend that day.

It makes me hate Atticus.

I asked him how he felt when Atticus said he didn't want to be his friend. He said, "Mommy, I don't really care. I just told him that whenever he was ready to be my friend again, that I would be here."

That makes me not hate Blake.

Thank you Margaret

For letting the world know I have a blog in your Christmas letter this year.

I guess we all need a little accountability now and then, especially from our mother.

I will consider blogging beach side in Hawaii next week.

Stand by.