Not everybody cooperated.
Devon and Carrie ate their dinner and promptly started showing signs of fatigue. I placed them in their cribs, sat down at the computer, opened up Blogger, and had to immediately stop and feed Melina. She hadn't just been unable to stay awake during dinner. She decided to get her nap in so she could have my undivided attention later on.
Like one of Pavlov's dogs, Melina is trained to salivate when Mommy finally gets a moment alone. That's why we're a week into July and I'm still working on the first blog post of the month.
Our first Fourth of July in Vero Beach did not disappoint. We're in a resort town at the lowest point of the tourist season, so we enjoyed the perfect setting without the tourist traffic.
We took advice from the locals and saw the Veteran's Island fireworks from the mainland side.
Devon was a little unsettled by all the noise and smoke, so he wouldn't let go of Mommy long enough to show off his patriotic "Rushmore Shirtie." I tried to get him to point to his shirt and say "Washington, Jeffowson, Woosafelt and Lincoln," like he had been all day.
So I guess between Devon's shy mood and the fact that we didn't have anybody in the crowd take a picture of us, this is the closest we got to a family picture on the Fourth.
Oh well. When Mama and Papa visited last week, I did ask a passing stranger to snap a picture and STILL didn't get a good picture of all of us. Thanks a lot, Devon.
He proposed on the beach, we spent our first married day on the beach eating leftover catered dinner and wedding cake, and ten years later we live close enough to the beach to go every week.
I raided our wedding box for some of the hand stamped periwinkle napkins to take on our celebration picnic. Yes, ten years ago that was the stylish wedding color. If you're wondering how we could've ever stooped to join our lives together with such a tacky color scheme, just wait. Ten years from now all the brown suits and spring green hydrangea bouquets you see now will look just as old and outdated. Trust me.
We made a replica of a sand drawing we made on our honeymoon, updated a little.
It's on a much different beach than the one we used to visit. The sun set behind us as we ate our smoked salmon and cupcakes and stared at the water, instead of over the water as it would by the Pacific.
We're really into books at our house.
Unfortunately, a water leak closed the nearby Brackett Library, so every time we're sick of hearing Devon's two favorite books we have to drive a half hour to Sebastian. It's worth it. Mama and Papa brought Devon the classics The Little Engine That Could and Little Toot. Every night before bed Devon dances around in circles shouting "Engine A-Could! Engine A-Could!" We begin book time every night reading about the merry little engine valiantly trying to deliver the dolls and toys to play with and all the good food to eat to the little boys and girls on the other side of the mountain. Devon apparently has great confidence in its ability, because just as the engine is thinking it can Devon changes his mind and shouts "Little Toot! Little Toot! Little Toot!"
It makes me sad to think that many kids start preschool nowadays without knowing what a book is. Teachers have to show kids how to turn pages because the kids think the pictures will change if you swipe your finger across the page like it's an iphone.
No danger of that in our house.
Yet another reason to love Chick-fil-A: their prize this month is a full length children's book. I also love that Devon is more thrilled by the book than a plastic action figure.
Devon has one teacher parent and three teachers for grandparents.
Yes, we're unashamedly raising a nerdy child. Poor kid wouldn't stand a chance unless you take into account his mile-long eyelashes, kissable lips, and sparkling social personality.
Even if we fritter away his childhood reading books to him and taking him on educational trips to the aquarium, he'll probably not have any trouble getting a prom date. Just look at that face! I'd go with him in a heartbeat!
Last week Melina found an old paci behind the couch, assigning it all the excitement and significance of a major archaeological find. She turned it over and over in her hands wonderingly, figuring out what it was for. Then she must have reburied it somewhere because we haven't seen it since.
It's too hot to do much here, but we're always in the mood to put on our SPF 50+ and head to the pool with friends.
Unfortunately, I only got a picture of Carrie in her new turtle floatie. I'm tempted to make two copies of it and put one in each of their baby books. They're identical twins. Who's to know? Unfortunately, that kind of thing could become a slippery slope. I already have a few snapshots where I can't be sure which twin is pictured. If I start mixing them up on purpose, it'll only get worse.
I did get a picture of Melina helping herself to her buddy Cullen's popsicle.
She found it a bit cold.
This was the only picture I got of Devon that day. He's such a perpetual motion machine around open water. I spend so much attention keeping him supervised that I forget to record his cute moments.
When I do, he notices. He's picked up a new phrase from me that he uses any time he sees me point the camera:
"Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it?"
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