July in Florida was great. Papa and I started taking the boys to the beach more often (by the end of the summer, we were beach bums at least once a week - we all LOVED having fun in the sun, and Grandma Kathy enjoyed a morning to herself). We had so much fun that we fell asleep sitting up. Michael is leaning against the side of his crib sound asleep. The boys are still in cribs with containment cubicles (crib tents). I have sown and resown those bad boys until they are mere tattered shreds held together with a hope and a prayer. Michael insists that he gets a "full zip" every night and that I zip it "even downer." I am thinking about converting their beds to toddler beds the next time Bob is home for a week or so (sometimes Mamas need reinforcements).
When the boys were little, we loved taking their picture in the big chair. We tried this year, and this is the best bad picture of the bunch.
Most of the pictures we took look a little something like this.
When Bob drives to Kentucky, he always tries to bring Papa along for the ride to help share the driving duties. One of the perks of the summer trip is baseball. Here the two peas in a pod are attending a Reds game. I asked Bob to send me a picture of the two of them at the game. I think it was 90000 degrees at the game and that might explain why neither of them look too happy.
As patriotic Americans, Bob and I have a civic duty to bring our boys up to be good citizens which is annually celebrated with a parade and fireworks. Since leaving Arlington, we haven't been to a 4th of July parade, and I sure do miss it. Hopefully, next year I can convince Bob that we need both a parade and fireworks (he made me choose one or the other this year).
When we moved to Jacksonville, everyone told us how awesome fireworks at the beach are. Sadly for us, this year, due to budget cuts and that stupid housing crisis which drops property values and thus tax revenues, there were no fireworks at the beach.
Fancy clubhouse complete with comfy chairs and a "picnic." This is the life.
In July, Bob and I celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary. We took advantage of Jim & Kathy's generous offer to watch the boys and spent a weekend in Savannah. We had a great room overlooking the river with a small balcony to admire the view from. It was so much fun (although when I made Bob take a second trip around on the sights of the city tour bus, I thought he might revolt). Our trip did have somewhat of a rocky start. Jim & Bob were out on the road, so Jim dropped Bob off in Savannah, and I borrowed Jim's car to meet him there. About 5 blocks from the hotel, the car died, and I learned the hard way that you should put the hood up when you are stuck in traffic & waiting for a tow truck. I never even thought to do that, but my knight in shining armor booked it from the hotel to where I was and saved me from my distress. It ended up working out just fine, and Jim came to pick us up and the Firestone guys gave us a ride to our hotel. It was a great time, and we were glad that the car didn't poop out on them halfway to Sue's house.
My soulmate enjoying a beer as we waited for dad. Gotta love waiting with cocktails.