and baby makes 6!

Father, daughter
Born by the water

Surf’s up, sun’s down
Life in a beach town

Shells sink,
Dreams float
Life’s good on our boat

*Delaney Talks To Statues by Jimmy Buffett

Several people have e-mailed about our forays to the beach, wondering how our days are, and what we do. “Do you ever get tired of going to the beach?” “How do you keep the kids from getting too much sun?” “How do you afford it so often?”
The beach, for Bill and I, is [...]

Home from a long trip.
Tired.
More later!

I have decided that the only relationships I am interesting in having anymore are with my husband and kids.
Anything else is too draining.
I just have to wonder if anyone in this world is genuine anymore? I try to be. What you see is what you get. It may not be [...]

My daughter….the one that I have longed for all of my life. The one that I went through miscarriage hell for. The one that I love with all of my heart and soul.
She is driving me up the ever loving wall.
Do ALL female children talk this much?
After coming from [...]

We are blowin’ and goin’, so I am sorry if my posts are short, boring and non-existant for a bit. I am reading your blogs in between outings, as I can’t bear to get too far behind on your lives! Addiction at its best.
We were at the in-laws this weekend, and [...]

Yesterday evening, we got a babysitter and went for a bike ride. This was the first time I have ridden since the end of April. I don’t feel out of shape, as we have been surfing so much, but I asked Bill to be kind to me none-the-less. He has been [...]

So, today at the pool I saw a friend that lives down the street. She came over and said, “I have a story to tell you about your son”. Apparently, her husband volunteered a day and night at Boy Scout camp, where Cory is this week. When he came home, this [...]

Pizza Rustica
Dough:
2 packages dry active yeast
2 cups whole wheat flour
3 cups ubleached white flour
2 cups hot water (120-130 degrees F)
6 tablespoons olive oil
Ground rock salt to taste
In a large bowl, combine yeast and 1 cup of each of the flours. Stir in hot water and olive oil. Allow to sit for a few minutes [...]

I announced in the afternoon that I would be making pizza for dinner. It was met with cheers, hugs and general excitement.
Until they saw the pizza.
“That isn’t pizza!”
“Where is the cheese?”
“It has broccoli on it”
“Is that spinach?”
“Why is the crust brown?”
In an effort to reduce Bills genetically and dangerously high lipid levels, in addition [...]

Is this a girl thing? I mean, I did nawthing. She potty trained herself. The boys? They were sawmthing else altogether.
I brought down the little wooden potty from the attic, and turned her loose on it.
Oh, and I popped this tape into the video player

And now she uses [...]

This would be a paternal trait.

Bill usually obsessively vacuums with his clothes on, though.

The other docs were off all weekend, so Bill was stuck working. We soooo wanted to head to the coast in the Little House, but it just didn’t work out that way.
So, we got up super early Tuesday morning and drove to the coast to spend the day.
There was a storm system [...]

I have squealed, clapped, gawked in wonder at, and praised more turds in the last 2 weeks, many more times than I would like to admit.
The wonder of the poop! Potty training at its finest!
Go Mama Mia!
Cheer song to come……complete with Rah! Rahs!

…………for the crabs, that is.
1/2 of the Alaskan King Crab leftovers:

There was a different kind of parade that went down Main Street this afternoon.
There were no crowds lining the street to watch.
There were no drums.
No trumpets.
No music of any kind.
Cars slowed, looked at the participants, then drove on.
A few people came out onto their porches to watch as the group passed.
There were [...]

They pass with our hands on our hearts

The long parade

Curls and floats

It is going to be one hot day