south caylahna: day three.

i'm pretty sure most of our south carolina photos are going to look the same.  because the main theme of the week was 'let's spend as much time by the water as humanly possible.'  exhibits A - Q:

the kids got to go on actual (and very slow) rides on the jet skis.

laur wasn't sure what she thought about that.

the kids fed the fish.

after dinner we went for a boat ride.

laurelai's life jacket was a bit...unyielding.

how uncomfortable does she look as i'm trying to comfort her?

and then the kids, my parents, and my grandma fed the fish some more.  at this point, every time they went down there for that purpose, the fish were already standing there, tapping their fins and glancing at their watches and rolling their eyes, being all, 'blub blub,' which means, 'it's about time.'  southern fish are very demanding like that.  feed them once and you've got privileged fish snobs on your hands from there on out.

a moment of silence for our fallen hero...

...(and then a cheer, once i check my perspective!)

by now, you probably know that i am over-the-top in love with atticus' hair.  it is so thick, and has these big, beautiful natural highlights from the sun this summer.  plus, it sometimes looks like this:

see?  OB. SESSED.  why else would i have posted like eleventy million glamour shots of my son, plus the one where he's screaming?  i love this child's hair and run my fingers through it all the livelong day.

it's not that we haven't experienced the loss of his hair before.  (i think you can see where this is going.)  there was that one time before easter when i insisted that atticus needed a haircut, and insisted that the longest guard on the buzzers wouldn't take too much off the top, and insisted it would still look good.  against todd's better judgment, he listened to me, and atticus ended up with a crew cut for easter.  a resurrection day crew cut.  happy and sad day.  todd was super ticked at the fact that he allowed himself to be nagged into making choices based on my poor judgment call.

but anyway, it had finally started to grow back out!  and lately, we've been parting it to the side and kind of Fifties-Basketball-Coach-ing it.  (DO YOU SEE HOW MUCH THOUGHT WE PUT INTO HIS HAIR?!  IT IS BORDERING ON VANITY, AND IT ISN'T EVEN OUR OWN HAIR.)   and it's been looking pretty good, all while we wait for it to get long enough to rooster.  (not an all-out rooster, mind you; more subtle than that.  like, a rooster that also dances ballet and has a 9-5 job fixing copiers.)  (SEE?! TOO MUCH THOUGHT.)

but then came last week's amputation incident with the grass shears.

i won't go into any more detail than that, nor will i post pictures, as i am still in mourning.  i can't bear to stare at the chunk of hair we found in the garbage can, or face the reality lurking under our best attempts to camouflage the damage with an opposite-direction part.  mostly, i really hate remembering how hard atticus sobbed when he told us what he'd done.

actually, that memory alone makes the whole thing almost wonderful.  not that i love to see my kid bawling, obviously.  but i loved the reminder that he is still so tiny.  he's still a little kid that cuts his own hair without thinking.  he is still a little kid that buries his face in todd's shirt when he's overwhelmed with sadness and regret.  

he's still a baby.

that's a hard thing to remember when he's staring down the barrel of his sixth birthday, and he's all long and leggy and kid-muscular.  it's a hard thing to remember when he's usually so calculated and responsible. it's hard to remember when his name literally means fatherlike and he is so atticus.  and it's especially hard to remember when his hair is all coiffed like a twenty-something's and looks better than mine on any given day.

so i, for one, am embracing the literally-lawn-mowered haircut in all its choppy childishness.  it goes so well with those perfect little baby teeth that are starting to look too small in his mouth.  i'm going to grab ahold of this last little season of babyhood before it's gone and his hair is all perfect again.

so, long live the new baby-bangs!

what's up weekly: 'all we did was one thing' edition.

i have a feeling these friday posts are going to get a bunch boringer now that we're homeschooling.  yes, there's more going on, but i'm also trying to, you know, fill my kids with All The Knowledge.  which leaves little time for picture taking.

however, homeschooling does mean that i've been more intentional about taking the kids for nature walks lately (educational!), and since todd has fridays off now, we all get to do school as a family on that day.

so here is what last week's walk entailed:

smiley lady loves fridays.

i found a really awesome snail shell and was in the process of showing the kids...

...when finneas grabbed it and threw it into a veritable thicket of poison ivy.  so we had to look at a seed pod instead.  stupid poison ivy.  stupid seed pod.

so, okay, the seed pod wasn't entirely stupid.

of course finneas found a stick shaped exactly like a toddler-sized sword, hilt and all.

i love little toddler undies!  best part of potty training!  (that, and the not having to change or pay for diapers.)

then we had a picnic lunch.

and headed home.  todd wore the kids out... we had to finagle a three-seater stroller after a point.

and that was that!

how was your week?

south caylahna: day two.

the boys had a blast this day.  my mom and stepdad took them down to the lake to feed the fish and sit on the jet skis.  finneas in particular went through the roof at jet ski time.

video vednesday: d'jasper probincrux III, south carolina state university.

south caylahna: day 1

our first full day down in south carolina can be summed up with these two words: da boat.  why?  because when the view looks like this...

and this...

and this...

how could we resist?

but let's back up a little.  the day began with a face fulla prunes and some sammy-prep.  because what's a boat ride without a bunch o' sammies?

doing her best blackbeard impression, in anticipation of being out on the open seas.

then the kids got into their life jackets, which were thoroughly tested for safety before we set sail.

then we pushed off, seeking our fortune upon that vast and tempestuous deep.  (the manmade lake owned by the power company behind my grandma's house.  obviously.)

atticus gained his sealegs right quick.  just like his sea-lubbin mama.

and laurelai started swashbuckling.  as we figured she would.

and because you had to know this was coming...

 i really wanted to add a sword - or a chicken drumstick - to her upraised fist, but i gave up.  the drumstick hit a little too close to home, as i am currently famished.  i just couldn't bring myself to do it.

and other than about a trillion photos todd took of me with a really weird expression on my face - eyes closed, smirky smile, look like i'm dreaming about bacon - that was our day!

laurelai's first birthday!

because we were on vacation for laurelai's birthday, we thought it would be fun to celebrate down in south carolina so that my grandma and my mom's sister's family could all join us.  my cousin kailee made a smash cake for laurelai, and cupcakes for the rest of the party-goers, and penelope got to help put sprinkles on the cupcakes.  girlfriend was in HEAVEN.  (penelope had fun, too.)

as with all first birthdays before which the child has not had massive amounts of sugar, laurelai was wary of the cake and ice cream at first.

she came around with time.

the unfortunate side effect of all that yumminess was the requisite bath that followed.  if there's one thing you know about laurelai, it's that she is comically tiny.  if there are two things you know about laurelai, they are that she is comically small, and that she hates being in water of any kind.  so she looked to her her best bathtime buddy, The Ice Cream Spoon, to comfort her for a bit.

but in the end, The Ice Cream Spoon was only mortal.

sad ending to her fun first birthday.