No Good Excuse

I have lots of excuses for why I haven't been in this space lately, but none of them are that good really. Just life. So much going on and until this heat wave, we've been spending the majority of our time outside. My kids are at such magical ages, so cute and so maddening at the same time. The are either fighting over toys or rolling around giggling together. At one point in the car the other day when Remick was screaming, Makili asked me, "What would happen if Remick got dead?" Yikes! I didn't really know how to respond to that except to tell him I would cry every day for the rest of my life. I also assured him that I know how frustrating it can be to have a little brother sometimes (no offense Blair. just kidding). I don't know what really caused him to ask that?

Remick actually is a complete and total menace for his part. He is such a cute little trouble-maker and is clearly positioning himself as the family joker. He cracks himself up. And he tries to make everything into a joke, which works a lot of the time. He is also a little diabetic in training - he loves bread and sugar and would eat them for his entire diet, maybe punctuated with some grapes for garnish.

We've had a terrific summer, but I have to say I'm done with 90 + degree days. The last two days on my own with these two have been long. And the waves have been big, which is good for surfing, but not so good for babes at the beach. I took them to Plum Island on Tuesday, which might as well have renamed itself Young Child Deathttrap. Big waves, steep beach. I was trying to help each one get in the water to cool off, but when I took Makili in, Remick tried to follow us. I was watching him, but a huge wave came just as he crested the top of the beach hill. The wave was very shallow when it reached him, like 2 inces, but it was very fast and it scared him. He turned aorund and tried walking back up the hill, but the wave started receding just as fast, and knocked him over. Water, still very shallow, washed over him while he was screaming, and he got sand caked in every inch of him body. We might not get it all out until next year. He was fine but I was COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED at the end of the day. Now if we could only get market cancelled on Sat for the hurricane, I might recover my exhaustion!