Ribbit

I know I've been really bad at blogging lately. So sorry. It's summer, though! Ahhh. Summer. It's supposed to be lazy, and relaxing and fun, to be able to do what you want. Yep. For kids. For me it means standing over them with a whip to make sure they get their chores done. Actually, that is kinda fun.
I think our dear hearts have been grounded at least 17 times so far, because they have either a) talked back to me, b) smacked their brother/sister, c) stolen a car, d) taken hostages or e) all of the above. OK, so maybe they haven't smacked each other much, but all the rest really did happen. No sarcasm here.My mom once told me that sometimes I remind her of a frog because I say things that can't be predicted and they just jump out of my mouth. Like a frog does. Not that I've had frogs jumping out of my mouth lately. But stranger things have happened.

Speaking of my mom, my parents were here visiting for the weekend and it was so much fun! I always love it when they come. I love talking with my mom about nothing and everything. And my pa is always good for a laugh. While they were here, we did a few fun things. One fun thing that my mom and I did was go to Dairy Queen and buy her an ice cream cake. This was one item that I insisted on buying for her, and I had every intention to. Only, I didn't plan on my wallet not being in my purse when I went to pay for it. So, Happy Birthday Mom. Oh, and you'll have to buy your own cake. Except it isn't really a cake. It's just ice cream in a fancy shape with some sprinkles on top.

We got to see a tractor pulling a boat chuck full of oysters.

We went to some sand dunes, and climbed ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP. This is no small feat. (Or small feet. None of us are known for petite-ness in that area.) It was amazing once we finally made it up, and so much fun coming down. It was super steep, and it felt like for every 4 steps you took forward, you took 10 steps backward. Cuz you would slide back with the sand. A good workout for your thighs and calves. And buns. We went to the coast, and ate some fish and chips on a fishing boat turned restaurant. At one point during dinner (not on the boat. This was at a Mexican food restaurant. Keep up with me.) I looked at Corrine and she had enchilada sauce splattered all over her face. Michael goes, "Hey what are you doing?" And Hunter answers, "We were trying to see if she could catch part of my cheese enchilada in her mouth if I threw it from here. She can't." Really? Because it always works when your dad throws it at me.
While eating fish and chips, I got to wear Corrine's hot chocolate on my arm, leg and rear end. It's actually quite fashionable. I highly recommend it to other parents of children. But not to parents of bear cubs. They might accidentally take a little chomp out of you while trying to lick you clean. Try explaining that to the insurance company.