Friday, July 30, 2010

Georgia Aquarium

Jack with the eels

Big Fish Tank

My little poser

They are actually both smiling here

This is blurry for effect, ok?


Jack telling Sam about the starfish

The fish is coming right at me!

Me, Shane, and the boys in the tunnel under the largest aquarium tank in the Whole Wide World!!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Six Flags over Georgia

Ridin' the Airplanes

Smiling Sam

What is going on here? Is this supposed to be Jesus? This really freaked me out.

Jack waiting in line

Jack riding on the freaky carousel

Shane and Jack in front of us in their old timey car. Little did they know...

...this dude was following them, with his mother who was paying little to no attention and would soon slam into them, much to the disgust of the attendants of the ride.

Boys on the flying swings. Probably really a blessing to get some air since it was about 90% humidity.

Sam checking out Thomas the Tank Engine's Station master. We were first in line for Thomas.

Thomas himself

Jack and Sam riding on Annie.

Shane. I mean, he could be hanging out on a nice cool day at this point! We should have taken after photos of how great we must of looked then.

We had a bouncing good time in Texas

Thanks for having us Nana and Poppy!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

One of Life's Great Mysteries

Yesterday while driving in the car Jack (a picky picky picky eater) asked me "Mommy, WHY does all of the healthy food taste bad and all of the unhealthy food taste good?"

I said "Buddy, you have really stumbled upon one of life's great mysteries there. Life sucks. Get used to it."

Okay, maybe that isn't exactly what I said, but it was the gist.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Road Trippin'

I took my boys on a Road Trip to Texas. It's ONLY halfway across the country, right? I kept telling myself the whole time, thank goodness my parents live in Marshall. If they lived in El Paso, this would truly be terrible!

On the way we did the fourth of July in Atlanta. Here are some of the highlights:

Sam: "Mama, are we going to stay at the Show-and-Tell tonight or at Nana's house?"
Me: "The Hotel, Sam."
Sam: "OK Mama, the Hotel."

Five seconds later
Sam: "Mama, are we at the Show-and-Tell yet?"


We are at the Fourth of July party at Centennial Olympic Park in Atlanta. It is extremely crowded. They have these cool Olympic Rings that shoot water out of the ground and the kids can play in. The boys have been looking forward to it. We show up and it is an absolute madhouse. I immediately start making categories of worries in my mind about how I'll possibly keep up with them in the crowds if they are running around in this.

Me: "Jack you have to hold Sam's hand at all times."
Jack: "Awwww........"
Me: "Look. Here is the red stroller. I'm parking it here. You should be able to see it. If you can't find me, come here, and I'll meet you here. Do you remember my phone number? It's 999-999-9999. Okay buddy? I'm going to try to watch you the whole time."

We find an area that is not too crazy and Sam of course busts into the water through the people. Jack is hanging back near my legs. He looks really concerned. He is the thoughtful child.

Finally I say, "What's wrong?"
He says, "Mama, what did you tell me your phone number for?"
Me: "In case you got lost, you could call me."
He looks at me like I am an idiot: "FROM WHERE???????"
I laugh. "Good point, buddy. Just go play. I'll find you."


After the sprinklers, we are at the main area of the park. It is like a huge festival and there are lines of food carts. I start reading of all of the choices for them about what they could have for dinner. Jack chooses something quickly. Sam is sitting in the back of the stroller. After reading about 50 choices to him, he looks at me with big eyes and says "Mama, can you choose for me?"

My children are opposites.


We are about to get into the car to drive ten hours, at the end of which are Nana and Poppy. The boys are very excited to see them, but they don't realize, of course, the fact that we have to spend the entire day in the car first. As we are leaving our hotel room Jack is staring in the mirror. "Can you fix my hair? It needs to be flatter." I brush it. "Right before we get there, can you look at it again and see how it looks. If it looks messy, can you fix it again?" He asks these things so earnestly, it sort of breaks my heart.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Don't you wish...

we all still loved balloons enough to sleep holding them? :-)