WOW, I HAVE TO BE THE WORST BLOGGER EVER

MORE PROOF THAT I AM A HORRIBLE BLOGGER.  

I started writing a post about how happy I was that school was about to begin.  I finally finished it three weeks into the school year.

read it here:

HARRIED MOM FILES - WOW, I HAVE TO BE THE WORST BLOGGER EVER

SUMMER SEASON!

Summer season has begun and all is right with the world.


I went to the beach yesterday.  It was a local beach at the lake--nothing fancy.   It was our first trip of the season.  The van isn't packed with all the essential beach gear.  We forgot towels, and the beach blanket.  We didn't have the wonder wheeler or the umbrellas.  We just packed a few drinks in a cooler, some bagels, a bag of popcorn and brought the chairs.  

I was watching my middle son in the water.  He was the only one out of the three who actually went in all the way.  He swam to the dock and hung out with the kids out there.  Jumped off repeatedly, having the time of his life.  This is his favorite time of the year--he was in element. We call him the waterboy--always in the water, or near the water--fishing, swimming, etc.  At the shore, he rides the waves and is fearless--I watch him like a hawk when we are there.  At the shore, I cannot lounge in a chair with no worries.  I usually find myself in the water being pummeled by the waves, watching him closely.


But at the lake, I can relax.   Yesterday, I was there, lounging in a chair under a tree, toes in the sand, reading a book .  I was in heaven.

DO SHARKS HAVE LIPS? - THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY

"Mom, what are cooties?" Giggles asked while we were sitting in Mass today.  I don't know why she asks these questions while we are sitting in church, but it always happens.  It's like someone always turns on the talk switch.  She just can't help herself.

We went to the bakery, and as she and my son, Song and Dance Man, were trying to decide what to pick out, the talk switch was turned on for both of them.  Yapping about everything under the sun to the guy behind the counter.

While they were fishing, Giggles asked me "Do Sharks have lips?".  I was like "What?"  Whatever possessed her to ask that question?  Sometimes I just have to laugh.  Of course, I gave her my patented answer, "I don't know."  I would have said, "Ask your Dad", but he wasn't there at the time.  At the same time, my son was talking some guy's ear off about Survivor.  Poor guy, sitting there, trying to fish in peace, and the talk switch was turned on again.  I felt bad for the guy, but I was also glad that it wasn't me.