beach baby

We are in Florida for 10 days for a bit of R&R. We have wonderful family friends who live in Connecticut but have a vacation home in Florida that they generously let our family use whenever we please.
This is the home that Lincoln took his first steps in, just over one year ago!
Today we took our little boys to the beach. Last year Lincoln, not even being able to walk, was unsure of the water. And heaven forbid he actually get sand on his hands!
This year, he walked curiously towards the crashing waves, with Stephen and my dad holding each hand. As i sat on the beach and watched, as they lifted him over the waves, i assumed he was overwhelmed, frightened, and would be seeing the three turn around any minute and come back in, so i could console my little boy.
How wrong was I! After a few minutes I grabbed my camera to snap a few pics. They come in and Lincoln says, "MUM! WATER! WATER! WATER!" pointing excitedly. "He loves it!", Stephen informs me, as Lincoln confidently turns back around and starts to head back into the ocean, whether my dad and stephen want to go back or not!
After being out there for a while Lincoln and I sat on the beach and let the waves roll over our laps as Lincoln discovered how much fun it was to so sand...at the water. He would wait until the waves came and then throw it as far as he could. Which usually resulted in landing at my toes!
Stephen was taking advantage of the amazing aggressive waves with his boogy board. He got his butt kicked by the waves, and has quite a few injuries to prove it. At one point a little boy was sitting by Lincoln and I, and Lincoln turned to him and said "Dad! Dad!" pointing at Stephen as he rode another wave in. He was so proud of how cool his dad was, mastering those waves!
It didn't take long for Lincoln to decide that yes, sand was annoying as it didn't come off your body easily, but was so fun to stomp down the sand castles Grandpa built. You know what else is fun? Rolling and laying and eating the sand!
You know what is not so fun? Telling your 2 year old its time to go!

It was a great first day. My little beach bum, just like his parents!

I smell microwave popcorn

My sweet little Jackson has had some interesting 'habits' when it comes to his bowel movements!

For the first month, I would change his diaper and without fail he would fill it again within 10 mins! So i would change him again, and once again he would fill it. So i got to the point where, don't tell any other mom's, I wouldn't change him right away. It would have cost us an arm and a leg to see his new trick!

The other day, Jackson is now 2 months old, i was walking around and I kept smelling microwave popcorn. No matter what room i was in I could smell its sweet butteryness. I finally started smelling my clothes, wondering if it was me. I finally figured out it was Jackson - and he had a dirty diaper. A dirty diaper that smelled like microwave popcorn! For the last week its been this way. I smell popcorn, i know its time to change Jackson.

I like this new trick!

Dear...

Dear Self,
no wait
Dear Husband,
mmmm, no wait
Dear Life,

Don't know how much I hate moving? I know it may seem I send mixed signals because in the 6 years Stephen and I have been married we have owned 3 homes and moved our belongings 4 times.
It has only been 1 year since our last move and here we are again getting ready to do it again - 600km this time. The distance really doesn't matter does it?
I just want to unpack and settle. Get renovations done and then enjoy them. No more of this scrambling to get renovations done so we can get the house on the market.
Do I care what the counter tops are going to look like? No. Because they are not for me. They are for 'them' - the new owners.
*sigh*
soon, hopefully soon, we can unpack for more than a year.

Sincerely
Cher