Myrtle Beach 2011

We trucked it to Myrtle for a quick getaway with Uncle B, Aunt D, and the kids.

The weather?  Perfect–in the 70s.

The pools?  Heated.

The beach?  Awesome.  No sweating whatsoever.

A far cry from our July Hilton Head trips.

Our time with family?  Priceless.

And Clemson won in a nail biter, too.

I haven’t mentioned that Clemson is 7-0 this season.  What unfamiliar and exciting territory we roam!!

Some pictures of my growing boys and nephews:

Frack

Just Hangin' Out with Frick

80s Cover Album

The Whole Boy Band

We missed you Nini and Pops!

Great and Not So Great

 

My ΑΧΩ reunion was this weekend.  

It was great to see my freshman and junior year roommate, her husband, and sweet children.

It was great getting upgraded to the honeymoon suite at the inn in Charleston.

It was not so great that the room was directly above the lobby.

It was great seeing wonderful friends from long ago!

It was not so great when we thought someone moved our bed into the nearest club at 2:00am.

It was not so great listening to loud music and drunken voices just below our bed for two hours straight.

It was not so great having to call the front desk two times.

It was great to finally fall back asleep at 4:30am.

It was REALLY great to have the room refunded and our parking garage charge waived.

 

 

 

 

 

Weekend Wrap-Up

 

Partied like rock stars at BP’s work shindig all day long.

Up on Sunday at 6am for Mass.

Took the kids to breakfast.

Went to the old church for a baptism.

Ate lunch with the baptized baby’s family.

Squashed any thoughts of a nap for Frick and Frack.

Jumped at the inflatable place for a birthday party.

Dragged ourselves into the house for a light dinner.

Bathed Frick and Frack quickly.

Tucked them in at 7:00pm.

 

Whew.

Holy cow.  I am tired.

 

 

 

 

Looney Tunes

It’s official.  We are looney.  Stark raving mad.  We took the boys to Chuck E. Cheese on Saturday for lunch and fun.  It was a rather spur of the moment decision–I think that is the only way an adult can stomach the Mecca for Kids on a Saturday morning.  Looney I tell ya.

My parents came over to Looneyville Saturday night to play and watch what Frick calls “China” (the Olympics to most).  Men’s Gymnastics was on tap and Frick began to mimic the gymnasts on the pommel horse.  He used a stool, twirled around it and then dismounted with his arms up above the head.  We have videos, but they came out dark.  BP the Computer Geek is working on getting those brighter for your viewing enjoyment.

Totally unrelated:

During a random conversation about marriage certificates, I reminisced about how it cost me $35 to get one for our wedding in 2000.  BP made quite an accurate assessment since I paid for the certificate.

I OWN HIM.

Heh.

 

The Boys

We spent last night with our friends and let the boys have some fun.  Those out there with only girls will be happy to know that boys are just as dramatic (if not more) as their counterparts.  Frick sat in time out because he wouldn’t eat his pasta.  He basically screamed and cried and then gagged when he actually took a bite.  What drama.

Please tell me how three families manage to have 6 boys all under the age of 4?!?  ALL BOYS!!  We somehow finagled them all on the couch for a picture:

Frick, Frack, B, Baby B, P, and Wilbur

R & R at the B & B

BP and I got away. We escaped the madness and went to Savannah while Granny B watched Frick and Frack. Oh, it was so fun being able to just go and do as we pleased!! We stayed at a terrific Bed and Breakfast (click the photo for the link) and spent our days walking the entire city. We took ghost tours, house tours, and toured River Street (with drink in hand!!). It was great. Sunday morning found us at the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist. Breathtaking. And that was just Mass.

BP took this. I’d say he’s got an eye for beauty. He married me, after all!!

Sweet Treats

“Mommy…I more!!”

“Yah, wee (slide) weally fun!!”

“Man, this is delicious!”

“I just love icing.”

Under His Wing

My brother and sister in law (Uncle B and Aunt D) are in the throws of potty training my nephew, Cousin J, age 2 and a half. While at my mom and dad’s house over the weekend, Frick announces loudly (like he always does) that he has to poop. Uncle B suggested to Cousin J that he may want to go with Frick and see how the master takes care of business. En route to the bathroom, Frick puts his arm around J’s shoulder and says to him,

“So, I hear you’re pooping on the potty now.”

Shenanigans

My brother, SIL, and nephew were in town for Mother’s Day. We had several afternoons of running around inside and outside with them. On one occasion, while my SIL and I were out catching up on errands, Frick started his shenanigans. As told by my brother and mother:

Frick and J, my nephew, were running around the island in the kitchen with the lawn mower (we are still trying to figure out why the toy lawn mower was inside). Frick walked over to J and said, “J, you need to find something else to play with.” J continues to run around with the lawn mower. Frick waves him over again. “J, you need to find something else to play with.” J leaves the mower alone and grabs another toy. Frick runs for the mower and picks up where J left off…creating a lot of noise as he runs around the island in my mother’s kitchen.

Sneaky.

The Day I have Dreaded Is Upon Me…

I dislike pain. A lot. I’m a ninny. I have this cracked tooth that is getting removed tomorrow (Monday) at 9. It was detected way back in February at my dental checkup. I thought it was a cavity. I’ve had multiple cavities since the birth of my children. Nope. It was cracked. And cracked so badly, it has to be extracted. This tooth is on the side and in view when I smile. My dentist suggested an implant because of my age and the affects a bridge or partial have on a young mouth. Of course, insurance pays ZERO for an implant (it’s considered cosmetic) and that makes this experience all the more enjoyable.

On the lighter side, we had an awesome time at a wedding Saturday night. The bride is a girl I used to babysit (who feels old now??). It was such an elegant affair and then the party got even better when the Clemson Tiger made an appearance. Tiger fans need to look in your Orange and White for our rather populated ‘Clemson Graduates’ picture (3/4 of the wedding guests were Clemson grads). I’m the one with the head the size of a eraser.

This morning, BP and I were delighted to be the godparents of our friends’ son. This baptism took on special meaning for us especially since we are starting this Catholic journey TOGETHER. FINALLY. Below is our godson, Baby B. Isn’t he an adorable chunky monkey???