I know…I’m a disaster when it comes to keeping up with posting. I need to keep a tape recorder with me because there are multiple times during the day that I think of amazingly, witty things to write about. And then I don’t sit down and do it! Steve’s been gone for 4 weeks and I’ve only posted twice (bad wife). Luckily, we get to FaceTime (yay) every day and I get to tell him all of the witty things I’m thinking. Unfortunately for him, I’m a terrible story teller. I guess I’m better on paper.
The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a blur.
Graham got to spend some quality time in Blackstone with my parents, sister and niece.
hanging out at MawMaw and Pops’ house
And then, because that weekend wasn’t enough, he went back a week later without me.
Helping Pops cut the grass.
just fun.
While I got to play.
On the water, an American flag, with some besties – happy girl!
And now we’re at the beach – for two weeks! It’s a hard life.
But alas, I sit here tonight with a heavy heart. For starters, I’m at the beach without Steve. It stinks to be on family vacation when half of your family is on another continent. Fortunately Steve’s family is great and I enjoy hanging out with them – and I think vice versa 🙂 Now, for the extra bad news. I don’t know how to say this. I’m still working through it myself. I think….oh boy…Graham might hate the beach.
There. I said it.
Maybe it’s because he’s teething (no really, he is teething). Or maybe he’s going through a growth spurt. **If you’re a mom, you know that these things cause your happy baby to turn into a miserable mess.**
Teeth/growth spurt aside, my heart breaks a little every time we step foot on the beach and Graham cries. I think I was born with sand between my toes and would live the rest of my life at the beach if I could. Meanwhile the kid I birthed (or did I?) can’t stand to have sand between his toes, or in his hands…or near him. He doesn’t even want to be held by someone standing on/near the sand. He must be teething.
We’ve only been here for a couple of days. I’m hoping that it gets better. It will get better, right??
Even through the tears, I’ve managed to get a few pictures where Graham looks like he’s having a blast.
my little monkeys the first night (actually did not cry this night)
cried before and after this pic.
cried during this pic.
happy until we got to the beach..then cried.
While Graham has been hating life at the beach….Scout has been LOVING IT! Between the pool and the ocean, he has been one crazy swimming pup!
how will we ever go back to fetch in the back yard after fetch in the ocean??
Though I’m sad Steve is away, sad Graham hates my favorite place on earth, and exhausted from playing fetch 24/7 with Scout, I’m remembering Mrs. Yancey’s motto: love the journey, not the destination.
So, here’s to loving the journey…crying, teething, beach-hating babies and all.
xoxo,
Jo
Mine is a complete and utter mess when it comes to teething too. It’s so hard to watch them and there is nothing you can do! I’m jealous you got some girl time alone! I wish we had family so I could send the boys!!!