I thought about writing on the blog a week or two ago, but then I thought, "Let's make it an even month between blog posts."
Seems legitimate, right? There's that, and the fact that this month has been crazy. Seriously, pages fwapping off of my calendar like in a cartoon.
First, we celebrated Easter by making our children pose in front of the piano in their vaguely coordinated clothing:
Not long after was Macey's school choir concert, which was held at Tuacahn. I don't think I say it often enough - I love St. George. I love these red cliffs. And I thought Macey was brave to sing in front of such a crowd:
The next day we drove our young 'uns to California for a little pre-summer vacation. But first, to kick off the fun I got strep throat again. Blurg! We stopped at the Sunset Instacare literally on our way out of town. I got a fast-acting antibiotic and took the first dose somewhere in between St. George and Mesquite.
Then we spent a few fun-filled days in California spreading my germs around.
This trip was noteworthy in that it was the first Disneyland trip where all of our children were tall enough to ride most of the rides. This is Tess' first ride down Splash Mountain:
She loved it. Clearly.
This is California Adventure. If you didn't know that from looking at the pictures, I do not know how we're friends:
Here we are saying farewell to the ocean:
Then we came home and I captured this shot of Olivia reminding me of myself, as she often does:
A week or two later, I said hello to ocean again on my now-traditional girls' trip to Doheny State Beach. I've decided that I will make this trip every year. I don't care who comes with me. I don't care if I have to go it alone. But one thing is for sure: I need a few days alone on a beach at least once a year. Also, my feet look bizarre from this angle:
This trip was timed perfectly before my husband's departure to Louisville, Kentucky - the location of this year's summer travel adventure. I know it sounds less adventurous than, say, Florida or Seattle, but I am still chomping at the bit to get on with it.
My life is funny. I am either sitting on a beach, not a care in the world, or I am going on two weeks sans husband with a little flickering flame rapidly burning down my fuse. As usual, my children and I will join my husband in Kentucky after school gets out. Until then, I'm doing what I can to keep my fuse intact.
You know what helps? YouTube. I listen to a lot of music on YouTube when DJ is gone. (I also sleep with my gun under my pillow, which has proven uncomfortable.) This is my latest favorite. It combines three of my favorite things: acoustic music, the beach, and ferris wheel-riding hipsters. How whimsical.
I love this song, but when I listen to it I can't help but think, "Some people fall, some people fall when they have vertigo."