There's something kind of special about Sundays here. It seems particularly peaceful, all (well most) of the daddy's have the day off so lots of Coastie families are outside playing with their kids or riding bikes or taking walks and all that cute mushy family stuff. My family was going to go to church together this morning but since certain little boys decided to wake up at 2 and 3 am and then be especially crabby this morning, Daddy went by himself and I stayed home with the crabs.
So we did some painting. And Calen (who isn't necessarily artistically inclined) painted a Ninja Turtle all by himself and even though to the majority of the population it probably looks like a sad green bloated alien, I was impressed and had some pretty big mommy proudness going on:
It wasn't too hot today so Calen actually got to play with the neighbor girls outside without being in the pool, who knew? After maybe two hours taking turns driving our little 4 wheeler around, we came in for dinner and then went to the big neighborhood playground for the first time in probably three months. It's WAY too hot on most summer days to go to that burning plastic wasteland, but tonight it was just cool enough. And the boys of course were elated.
And, like many Coastie kids on this street, ended our Sunday by sitting on the street curb watching the recruits run by chanting cadences. Calen asked what they were singing about. How do I explain that they're singing about Chuck Norris kicking their grandma's asses (or something like that)? Yeah. I just told him "recruit stuff."
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