Isn't that in a nursery rhyme?
We've spent the past week in GA and FL and are back home now. Aaric went to the Okenfenokee Swamp with my dad. My mom took me, my other two, and Larry's two to Florida where it was freezing cold and all the kids swam. Except the baby, because he thought they were crazy. I got my big toe wet once. On accident. My nephew informed me that when he was a baby, his arm got chopped off. Also, that he's caught, wrestled, and killed, a mean shark. Some call it "imaginative." I call it "paranoid delusional."
Michael got a tattoo, which he's wanted to do for the past couple decades, at least. Speaking of decades, his age is equal to three of them now, but he's still in denial.
Mikayla started the ride home crying because she wanted to stay in GA longer. Then she started crying because we weren't close to NC yet. Then she was excited to be home, and celebrated first by sneaking way more candy than I'd said she could have, and second by staying up way too late. It's 11 now, and I still hear her playing.
But we are indeed home again. I need to unpack and clean and then I have a friend who is having a baby any day now, and I have Aaric's field day to volunteer for and lots of other excitement in the coming months.
1 comment:
Maybe he is like a starfish and his arm just grew back?
I mean it is possible.
As far as wrestling the shark, he needs to prove that.
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