Have you seen my keys?!

This is what happens when I start locking and unlocking my house (a fairly new concept for me) and what happens when you make a distractable person the mother of four small children.

Roses are Red.

Violets are blue.
No matter what happens.
I will always love you.

Last night, I came upstairs after "reading" time to tell the kids to turn out the light. "But, Mom, I'm writing a poem! (must be read with a whine)" I looked down at D'arcy's paper and all she had was Roses are Red. But sometime between the light getting turned out and me going upstairs to get the laundry this morning, she finished it. I rewrote it for you above in case you aren't an expert in six year old English.

A vacation is not complete

without a little travel time.

water baby #4.

aka the one who doesn't mind the water crawling for her. aka the one the other three adore and stop to say hi to.

water baby #3.

aka the one who just wants to be big like his brother and sister. aka the one who still dawdles while eating even after four hours of play in the sun.

water baby #2.

aka the one who tans. aka the one who needs a hug and a little shove every now and then.
FYI spider man trunks are "awesomer" than plaid ones. Yes, spell check just confirmed that "awesomer" is not actually a word but I think it drives home the point.

Stopping to say hi to his sister.

water baby #1.

aka the fearless one. aka the one who never gets tired. aka the future blond bombshell. aka the one who gets random hives from the pressure of the tubes.