This is the most recent view from my balcony. Blooming trees are beginning to make appearances up and down each street, like models strutting on the catwalk. It is beautiful and exciting and inspiring. Interesting the emotion a tree can evoke.
This is my view for 3 more days. Our relocation purgatory is coming to an end, and if I said I was anything aside from enthused I would be straight up lying. My parents are flying up to Nashville in 2 days to help with all the moving hoopla, but most of all to keep the boys occupied while Jeff and I do all that stuff you do when you move into a new house. I am thrilled to see them. I am also going to try my hardest to avoid slipping into my "Napoleon Dynamite" mode I sometimes assume when I spend too much time with my parents. I find myself huffing and puffing and "whatever I want - gosh!"-ing and feeding ham to llamas named Tina. OK, so that last part is not true, I have never fed a llama any pork products. Scouts honor. But seriously, what is it about spending too much time with your parents that makes you act like a child again? Speaking of children...
check out my little fellas at a recent trip to the zoo. I felt this picture called for an antiqued looked since the scenery was quite pirate-like and all. Look at these guys - maps in hand! We had such a blast.
About half way thru our zoo visit we stopped in a large, open picnic area to have a snack. Parker told me he needed to "pee pee," so I quickly packed up and hightailed it across the field towards the bathrooms. It occurs to me about 30 seconds into my walk that Easton is by my side...but where is Parker? I turn around to see him hobbling - pants and undies around ankles - to keep up. "What are you doooooing?!" I shout. "I just needed to go pee pee right here, Mommy. It's OK, we're at the zoo."
When in Rome, I guess?
2 comments:
It is actually "very Czech" to pull down your child's pants and let them "pee pee" where ever (outside). I've seen it right outside the grocery store, at the park, on the side of the street. Cece, just yesterday, pulled down her pants in our yard and peed (all over herself). I was yelling, "what are you doing??" When in Rome? Lord have mercy, I guess so!
Parker is hysterical! I get the same way with my parents. Miss and love you! Good luck with the next move!
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