I’m sitting here at the computer, suffering from a TOTAL FUN hangover from our 4th of July weekend festivities, and now I’ve just been informed that tonight is the official debut of Shark Week, 2015. Ultimately, this means that the TV in our house will run nonstop all week long, and I will have to hide my eyes every single time I walk into the living room, for fear of seeing a seal pup come face to face with the jaws of death.
And also with all of those teeth.
But… Hubs and the boys are enormous shark fans. They even talk about HOW! MUCH! FUN! it would be to don wetsuits and air tanks, and go down in a metal cage, where they will wet themselves while a Great White bites the cage bars right smack in front of them.
I can’t say that I’m a fan of the sharks, because SHARKS! My fear goes back to my sophomore year in high school, when we took a family trip to the beach. I was standing knee-deep in the ocean, when a hefty chunk of seaweed the size of a cottonwood tree bumped into my leg, as it was floating along. The instantaneous rise in my blood pressure nearly blew the top of my skull off. I was CERTAIN that I was going to be featured in an after-school special about a girl who was eaten by a Great White, which is why I screamed the scream of little girls and flailed my arms like a windmill in a hurricane.
And that is why I enjoy the safety of a landlocked state.
I DO have snapshots of our holiday weekend, because OF COURSE. But what I don’t have the energy for right now is getting up to retrieve my camera and the memory card inside of it, where all of the pictures are currently sitting.
I believe the word you are looking for is LAZY.
And also EXHAUSTED.
But what I do have are a couple of shots from this morning (which I pulled off my camera BEFORE CHURCH today, when I was less lazy and less exhausted), and some pictures from a barbecue that we went to last weekend (which were pulled off the memory card… well… LAST WEEKEND).
Because? Just look who is three years, three months old today!
Last weekend, our friends, Paul and Amber, put together a little barbecue near the creek, because it was three hundred and seven degrees outside, and we don’t have access to a beach.
(Which, you know, is good this time of the year, what with it being SHARK WEEK, in addition to the news playing horrible footage of shark attack in the Carolinas.)
The kids all ran amok in the trees and the water and across all the playground equipment, while the grownups enjoyed grilled burgers and potato salad and watermelon and laughter among good friends. You should know that at least one park in our town is breaking the THOU SHALT NO LONGER HAVE MERRY-GO-‘ROUNDS FOR THE CHILDREN commandment that seems to be a nationwide thing at the moment. Gone are the days of puking on those things as kids growing up the late ’70s; you could break an arm or a neck, so the merry-go-’round is becoming as difficult to find in public play spaces as Big Foot is.
But… Small Town, USA still secretly has one left, and Thing 2 pushed it until his little arms could push no more.
Which, you know, was about seventeen hours and forty-four minutes. Our toddler has what is commonly referred to as PHYSICAL ENDURANCE.
His parents have what is commonly referred to as LET’S ALL SIT ON THE SOFA AND CATCH OUR BREATH FOR A MOMENT.
I didn’t take a whole lot of pictures of the illegal merry-go-’round action, because the motion sickness was settling in nicely, and green isn’t my best color, but believe me when I say that our three-year-old pushed that thing and pushed it and PUSHED!! IT!!
And then he came home and slept the sleep of rocks.
I hope y’all had a fantastic 4th of July weekend. I’ll get our pictures organized and smacked up here at Jedi Mama, Inc. sometime this week, but right now, I’m going to go shove a toddler into his pajamas and think about heading to bed myself.