On a jet plane...or a 'www.com' or something of the like.
Ok, see the rocks in the background? The horseshoe crabs come up onto the rocks during high tide. At low tide, they get stuck. I feel that it is my personal mission to save them all.
Luckily, there haven't been many since that first day. This is the biggest one we saved (he was dead already).
Sometimes, I worry that my child is crazy. Actually, that's a lie. I always worry that my child is crazy. Everyone from my parents to my Great-Grandmother has told me he's not, he's just two.
I never knew what "terrible two's" really meant. I now feel like I am capable of defining that exact phrase.
It means: ornery, loud, opinionated, stubborn, mean, difficult, dramatic & wild.
And I love every little adjective. After a long day of being all those things he lays down his head and becomes the most peaceful little boy ever.
I start every day with the pittar patter of his little feet running down the hall to my bedroom and he climbs in and snuggles into bed next to me and puts his little hand on my arm and all the 'terrible' part of the two's melts away.
As terrible as he is, he's still all mine and I wouldn't trade him in for anything.
Now I have to go tend to the terrible part...he's running amuck right now!
Ok, so I really did try to upload some pictures for y'all yesterday. But Mom's computer is not so good. And mine is hooked up to the tv, where we were watching a movie.
Now that I have full and unlimited access to my computer again, here ya go.
This is where we HAVE to go get chocolate milkshakes from, like 3 nights a week (at least).
(And one of my favorite pictures)
