One Super Duper Awesome Blossom Stupendous Weekend

I'm guessing that the family and I only spent about 20 hours inside all weekend... and that was after dark, sleeping. The rest of the 60 hour weekend (I calculate 60 hours because we are considering today (which is not over yet), Monday, part of our weekend since hubs played hookie from work. Those damn migraines) was spent outside.

Well, maybe we didn't really spend 40 hours outside but it sure as hell felt like we did. On Saturday we sat outside at my SIL's house all day long and watched the boys drive the John Deere Gator all over the 5-acre yard. DramaBoy drove, Monster road shotgun while he held onto the oh-shit handle and sucked his thumb. Then on Sunday, we were back at my SIL's house for a large party. We ate good food and watched the boys run all over the 5-acre yard, visit with the chickens and feed the horses grass.

Today, on the day of our fraudulently extended weekend, we spent our time at the beach. We have never taken the kids to the beach and we really wanted to enjoy the gorgeous day ahead of us. So, we decided to head over to the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore - West Beach for some swimming and sand. This beach is actually only 45 minutes from our house. It is at the bottom tip of Lake Michigan in Indiana. I cannot believe that I have lived here 5 1/2 years and have never been to this beach before.

Anyway, this beach happens to be really nice (and it's actually not one of the nicer Lake Michigan beaches I guess) and I was really excited to take the boys on their first beach excursion. The water temp was only 69 but once you got in it felt just fine. This surprised me, because anything less than 90-degree water is just criminal to me. I like my pools and lakes to be like bathwater. So, the boys shivered the whole time but, they didn't want to come out of the water! I was amazed at DramaBoy's bravery on the shore with the waves coming in. Normally he is a big sissy with new things. Especially scary things like water and sand and fun. Today, he surprised me though. Through his chattering teeth and gyrating shoulders he tried to mutter the words "I want to go back in the water..." every time we tried to head back to our little beach camp. Granted, even though his bravery astonished his daddy and I, he still would not let go of our hands while in the water. No way. He had the grip of death. To anyone unfamiliar with him, it would appear as though he was frightened, suffering from hypothermia and just miserable. But as his parents, we knew better. He was just enjoying the water too much to care that his lips were blue and that he couldn't form a single sentence.

I'm a tad sunburned, the boys had fun and were exhausted and passed out within a minute of driving away, and my feet just had the best pedicure ever. That is what you would call a highly successful day. Of course I'm not counting the 10 pounds of sand we brought home with us that was stashed neatly in my ass and under my boobs and in other insane places. Despite my sandy ass-crack, it was a highly successful weekend.

Now, what post about a fun weekend would be complete without pictures?



The real Beach Boys


The Beach Boys burying 'da Mama.


Future Abercrombie model. Someday Abercrombie will appreciate short, fat, pasty white boys with farmer tans. They will. Watch.


It wouldn't be a real beach day without cheese popcorn. That stuff makes me vomit but the men of the house love it.


The Tractor Boys... on Saturday. Taking a break to eat an apple or two.
DramaBoy popped his tail gate and took in the scenery. I think hubs got teary-eyed.


DramaBoy letting Monster take the wheel.


Monster, with a little "captain" in him.

That is all... hubs has been left alone with the boys and things aren't going well at the moment.