I See the Moon and the Moon Sees Me

This has been a great weekend, plain & simple. Friday evening, after eating one of the best meals I've cooked in a long time (if you can't brag on yourself on your own blog, where can you?!), we went to a park. Tripp and Max ran around the bases on the baseball field about a 100 times. A good way to ensure that both would sleep soundly through the night. Saturday morning began with a breakfast run to McD's and then to Palafox Market. Tripp loves the live music and seeing all the dogs that come along with their owners. That afternoon, we went to a birthday party for Jacob - not just any birthday party, but a Jumping Par-tay!

Tripp had a blast!

And so did Allen.

And so did Shannon.

ha!

Seriously, it was fun. Parents were encouraged to jump along with their kids, and JUMP we did! (although, we both feel like we need a trip to the chiropractor...)

The birthday boy, Jacob.

I think these two were on a party high-too much cake!!

After leaving the party, we drove to the beach in search of a snow cone - not for Tripp, but for Allen. We didn't find one, so we had dinner at Sideline's instead, and then played on the beach. This is Tripp's general expression when he sees the water...

He loves the water and the sand and the birds and the shells and the crabs and the fish and the boats...he is constantly pointing at things he wants Allen and me to see.

We generally respond with, "Yes, Tripp, I see the (insert item of interest). Thank you for showing that to me." I bet I say it a 1000 times a day!

I have two ideas about what the following expression is telling me:

1.) Mom, I bet you have no idea how silly you look chasing me around with that camera all the time.

2.)Mom, I know you don't me want to, but I'm definitely about to run in the ocean, regardless of the fact that I don't have on a bathing suit.

Option #2 was the apparent winner. He ran straight for the water and ended up getting his lower half soaked...and then his upper half. His pants were falling down so we eventually gave in to this...

"Yes, Tripp. I see the moon. Thank you for showing it to me, sweet boy." Good night!

Fourth of July Pics (almost a month late!)

We always spend the week of the 4th with Allen's family at their beach house. This year was no exception and we had a great time. It was fun seeing Presley & Tripp interact with each other.

(These are in the worst order, by the way. I'm on the mini & it's too "mini" for me to move pictures around without messing up everything.) Most of these were taken at the beach house & at Pier Park. But we always love to stop at Seaside on our way to and from the beach house. There are also some from the fireworks show on Bayfront in Pensacola. Happy Belated 4th!

Tripp vs. the Chickens

FACT: My dad can build anything.

Wait...

Addendum to FACT: My dad can create/imagine/design/draw/sketch anything and then build it.

The latest invention is a chicken coop. Not just any chicken coop - but a chicken coop for my mom...so you know it had to be good. Mom wouldn't allow no crappy coop in her yard (I'm sorry - I just had to word it that a-way...). It doesn't matter that she has a whole forest of bottle trees or random scraps of metal sticking up here and there. No, sirree! When it comes to chicken coops, this had to be the "coop de la creme". (I'm cracking myself up:-)) Check out this beauty!

I had seen the work in progress once before, but today I had the joy and the privilege and the honor of seeing the (almost) finished project, and I was impressed to say the least. And so was this little guy...

Do you see that pointer finger? He's telling that chicken that this masterpiece is in fact no coop at all, but a playhouse, his playhouse. And if that chicken (or any of the live ones, which somehow didn't end up in this post) wants to take this playhouse, well he's just going to have to get past him...

"What? You don't think I can handle some peckin' chickens?"

Lately, talk has turned to chickens a lot. In fact, a visit to Aunt Kim's brought up the subject of chickens once again, but not live ones this time. If a fake rubber chicken has this effect on Tripp, I'm not so sure he can handle a live one, after all!

P.S. - One of my favorite things in the world is Kim's expressions. Love you, Kim!