coolest unstaged picture ever! especially if judah grows up to play in the NFL and give us all his money.
dear judah, i am so glad that you love the water and have NO FEAR whatsoever so of it, but when you sprint full speed down the sandy shore face first into the crashing surf, it makes mommy's ovaries tense up. maybe a little fear or perhaps caution? no?...ok, well daddy will be on ocean safety duty because you are too fast for your manatee, i mean, mommy.
first taste of a grouper finger basket (legendary) at the marina. after inhaling hers with 8 gallons of remoulade and french fries, mommy remembered to check the pregnant lady fish list of what is okay to eat and what isn't due to mercury levels. it went a little something like this: "salmon-SAFE, okay to eat daily; tuna- MILD RISK, limit to one serving per week, grouper-CHERNOBYL, you might as well crack open a thermometer and suck out the silvery essence inside in between puffs of cigarettes, you fat, selfish whore of a gestational vessel" crap. ok well, i will take that as "once per pregnancy at most." i never worried about any of the fish on the bad list because they are all like these exotic species that i had zero plans to be eating during this pregnancy like orange roughie, shark, mackerel and loch ness monster. oh, and apparently grouper. my b.
strolling the docks in search of a "tugga-tugga tugboat." judah's favorite book of all time. best line in in: "tugga-tugga tugboat, never one to gloat boat." not like all those other haughty mofo boats.
after judah went to bed, rick stayed inside to listen out for him and jesse and i got to enjoy the overcast general dimming that served as a sunset that night. what in the CRAP did we used to do with all our time before judah?!?!
big pimpin and lil' pimpin. look closely and you'll spot my wicked maternity swimskirt bottoms. that massive swath of lycra was the only thing between me and a total self-esteem meltdown. i may have looked 63, but i wasn't thinking about my asscheese every 5 seconds. thank you liz, lange.
yearly harpyramid. love them big big
to keep him from falling asleep on the late night drive back to the beach after work, garrett was allowed to bring his awesome GF, alyson, even though there is a strict, no GF's at the beach until you put a ring on it policy. while i was taking this, 13 year old grayson was whispering, "this is a perfect rehearsal dinner pic, take a good one!"
yup. we could always do that
check out that tan. this is a man on a mission. stay out of his tiny nakey way
while judah was streaking all over the shore a little 3 year old boy spotted him and said, "mommy, look! he has a penis like a baby!" oh geez, kid, like yours is anything to write home about. i doubt anyone's ever used the phrase, "endowed like a preschooler."
jesse's trademark move: harvest the smaller-than-bitesized crab pieces and deposit them in the butter cup while he moves on to search for bigger nuggets. then, when the cup is full of crab remnants (and that 2 ounces of melted butter), enjoy a huge, greasy bomb of goodness that has been marinating for about an hour. i would make fun of him, but i am kind of jealous.
this raw bar binge was the last thing we did before the dukes and one carful of harpers headed home. our reservation was through sunday, but i needed more than a few hours to recuperate from my week with the little sleep terrorist in my room so we decided to drive back saturday night.
judah was awesome on the way home and fell asleep about 30 minutes into the drive and stayed asleep the whole time. i got a gastrointentinal smackdown from rawbar about 30 minutes after departure and was terrified of the hour long portion of the drive where there is nowhere to use the bathroom besides swampland and made us turn around twice to make sure the GI was fully braced and equipped to make the trip into the portion of florida that even ponce de leon never mapped. my apologies to the owners and other patrons of triple tails liquor store and burger king port st. joe.
vacations with toddlers should have a totally different word that is not "vacation." it was hard work. and i know next year will be hard too. but layla will be barely crawling (if that) and judah by then will hopefully at least have the fear of spankings to keep him in bounds. plus i will sleep in the car before a share a room with wee ones.
i am really proud of all of our attitudes and work ethics in making this seemingly-doomed year a total success. thank god we have about 50 weeks before we have to do it again.