Family Band In The Making

It's really starting to crack me up leaving Kingston with George and coming home to the two of them. First it was cleaning out the garage...this time...George had Kingston strapped up in the Baby Bjorn playing guitar hero! I had to take a photo!

Pool Drama

Today, George was a sweetheart and watched Kingston all day, while I took a day and layed by the pool with Anne. So relaxing! Anywho, shortly after we were there, this lady arrived with 4 kids...eh...about an 8 year old, 6 year old, 4 year old and a baby. Clearly the baby can't swim, it's a baby...snuggled tight in it's stroller. However, the other 3 kids I had hope for. Now, I'm not too sure if I'm just really passionate about teaching kids how to swim, but I found it extremely odd that these kids didn't know how to swim...at all! The two oldest had to wear lifejackets and the 4 year old wasn't even allowed to go IN the pool! Seriously moms...teach your children how to swim, especially when they clearly love the water, jumping in, etc. I mean, George and I are not good swimmers and I'm already signing Kingston up for Waterbabies to get him going! The mom today didn't even care either...she sat in the shade at a table and was working the entire time and didn't pay attention to the kids until she was leaving and wanted the kids out of the pool. She was yelling at them the whole time to "Get out of the pool!" And when the 8 year old boy replied, "I'm trying..." as he's fervently doggy paddling in his lifejacket the mom's like trying to direct him out from the sidelines with things like..."Use your arms, use your arms!" and "Put your legs in front of you!"..."Why are you so afraid of the water?!?!" Then what really had Anne and I going was a little later on when the kids were back in the pool was the little girl having trouble and the boy yells at her: "Use your legs! It's a whole lot easier!" No...no...what's easier is putting your kids in swim lessons. I think you should be embarrassed if you have kids old enough to swim, they can't and then you yell at them that they aren't swimming fast enough out of the pool. Get a clue.

Worship Night

Last night our church had an all family worship night. I love those nights. When we all get together as a church, hang out, worship through music...we had a TON of baptisms (which one being my sister in law Samar!), a lot of baby dedications and this one night was particularly special because we prayed over a group from our church that are taking a step out on faith and moving to Wisconsin to start a church! Dave, Rindy, Tyler, Tony and Michelle...you all will be missed...ALOT! But know we will all see each other again soon and can't wait to see the work God has in store for each and every one of you! I wish I took more pictures than I did, but oh well. Oh yeah...another good thing about last night is my nurse that I had taking care of me in the hospital when I was in labor was there! Not sure if any of you knew, but I was a very lucky girl to know someone at the hospital that was a Christian AND went to the same church as me...so when I went into labor, I just requested her :) It was good to see her last night and show off Kingston!

This was BEFORE worship night...I wanted George to capture a mommy and son photo before we left!

Pre-Dunk.

Post-Dunk.

Exterminator

CHECK. He has to come back in 2 weeks for a follow up, but I have to say, I feel so much better living in this home. I finally walked barefoot this morning without a fear of stepping on a creepy crawler. Awwwww.

A Hampton's Birthday Party

One of my best friends, Anne, turned 27 yesterday. She had a Hampton's Pool Party, which turned out to be a lot of fun despite the cloudy and rainy weather. We weren't able to go in the pool or hot tub due to the weather, but we were able to hang out in the cabana by the pool and bbq, enjoy each other's company, eat cupcakes and start a kareoke/dance party! I'm pretty sure there is a picture of Anne and I dancing and singing into a golf club to either Spice Girls Wannabe or N'SYNC Tearin' Up My Heart...both, equally amazing! :) We all had to dress up like the Hampton's and I even had Kingston in full gear!

The birthday girl!

Kingston, before we left...popped collar...argyle socks...the whole shebang.

Family photo right when we got to the party. You can't tell, but George had his white linen pants rolled up to mid-calf with navy blue boat shoes...so cute.

Anne with Kingston by the pool.

My son & I.

George showing off his shirt...pretty much the great thing, I found this shirt at H&M for like 9 dollars.
Matt made this face in almost every photo taken of him. I clearly don't know what's going on.

This is it. Anne & I showing off our skills.

We're weird.

And random shots of the happy couple below...:)

I clearly said something stupid, cause George tends to put his hand over my face if I make a silly comment.

You'll always catch me kissing my husband at things...sorry...I like him.

I'm not too sure about this one.

Or this one...

Good times had by all.

Buddha

Lately, Kingston has been just a piece of work. We think a huge part of it has been the hot weather. We have him stripped down to his diaper and he's still just hot and sweaty. We felt so bad. Today, thankfully, is a whole lot cooler! Even raining! But we have found that Kingston just likes to be grown up. He is always trying to stand up and be a big boy. The boy can't even sit up. And he absolutley loves George to hold him sitting up against his chest with his two hands holding his legs. We call it the "Buddha Hold". Then he loves for us to walk him around and show him stuff. George always asks him, "Do you want to go see the world?" Even though Kingston is still so little, I'm pretty sure he knows what it means to be a big boy and wants so bad to be like his papa. He wants to walk like him, talk like him, sit like him, eat with him and everything else with him. Look out George!

Dream George

One thing I have always found fascinating...dreams...especially mine. Anyone who knows me really well can attest that my dreams are out of this world. I always remember them really well and they are always so vivid and so detailed that I can draw out maps of them and then go on to tell an hour story of what happened. George is always so amazed. I wish that they really did mean something. That there really is someone out there that can tell me what they all mean. Specifically, what does it mean when I dream about my husband and he's always the complete opposite of who he really is? Seriously, from the moment George and I started dating...as long as I have known him...everytime I dream and George is in it...he is a complete jerk. George and I have a long going joke now, whenever I wake up and I was like I had a dream about you again, he'll say: "Awwww man, dream George is back?!" He no longers smiles with glee like I had this amazing dream about him...oh no. Not once. George is a GREAT guy. A GREAT husband and GREAT father. So why is it he's never any of those GREAT things in my dreams? Here is a recap of many things he has been or has done in my dreams...yells at me, like really yells at me...cheats on me...makes rude comments...smokes cigarettes...does crack...when I confront him about it (in my dream of course) he's like, "Uh, I don't care" and keeps doing what he wants to do...he ignores me alot...doesn't listen to me...hurts my feelings and is always running off with girls...What's another weird thing is I don't think we are ever married...we are always just together, kinda in a dating relationship. A pretty bad one at that. I'm not a believer that dreams are a sign of something, but I just find it extremely odd that everytime I dream about my husband, he's a horrible person! Do I need to bust out a dreamcatcher or something? Oh dream George. Please don't ever come back. Thanks.