Over the Gulf and through the Waves

Over the Gulf and through the waves.. to the little island we went.

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

At one point we teased Emory, the first to unload (first and only adult) and told him to watch the 7 kids and we would be back later…..

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

We found more friends… the Webbettes.

 

 

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

Raynes’ Godbrother showing him how to get ‘er done.

 

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

Mr. R’s latest Costco purchase has been a hit with the kids

 

 

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

Captain Franics– his happy place.

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

 

It takes some pre-planning, a large amount of sunscreen, sandwiches, juice boxes, and ever larger amount of beer… but in the end, the blissful chaos is so worth it. There’s never been a time we have left the island and said to ourselves, ‘Wow, that was not worth it.

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

Lots of sea salted braids

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

Forced smiles— I’ll take what I can get.

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

 

With the help of the older boys, Raynes captured a minnow and was hell bent on taking it home with us.

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

Pet fish?

 

 

Over the Gulf, and through the Waves via Grateful Simplicity

He doesn’t give up easy, we’ll give him that.

 

All he wanted, for the past two weekends, is to successfully capture and bring home a 'pet' fish. I am sad to report he is 0 for 2 on his latest attempts.

All he wanted, for the past two weekends, is to successfully capture and bring home a ‘pet’ fish. I am sad to report he is 0 for 2 on his latest attempts.

 

Britton is Pioneer Woman’ing it again for us with some home made french fries, hamburgers, yellow cake and some real peach ice cream for dessert. Okay, so I’m making the peach ice cream– btu still- Mr. R and B are in the kitchen cooking without me.  Bless them! And bless all who have sacrificed so much so that we can sit in our homes, jabbering on and on about seashores and watermelon.  Happy Memorial Day!

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That time you realize your friends are turning 40….

Like last week as Mr. Robinson and I are driving to midtown. I look over and say to him, as if he didn’t already know, “we’re driving to a friend’s 40th birthday. Isn’t that so strange that we have friends turning 40?”

To which he responds, “I know! I turn 40 in a year.”

Silence.  He then adds, “wait, I turn forty in a few months.…”

We were still chuckling about as I limped up the hill to the bar with my arthritic right hip that constantly aches. Oh the joys.

 

Happy birthday, Amy! I’m only a couple years behind you….

grateful simplicity

 

grateful simplicity

 

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No matter the age, girls always want a good group shot.

No matter the age, girls always want a good group shot.

Charleston-isque

While the thought of moving into a new family home is a bit overwhelming (staging, selling, packing, buy, moving, unpacking, ah yi yi) it is also exciting. One can’t help but waste countless hours on Pinterest each week sifting through the countless beautiful homes that are probably only photographed with professional stagers and never truly lived in. Suffice it to say, I’m just as good as wasting my life away on Pinterest as the next  girl.

Charleston-isque via Grateful Simplicity

 

Throw in some inspiration photos from Charleston and you might as well call it a day.  Here are few photos that I took that make my heart swoon.

Charleston-isque via Grateful Simplicity

Charleston sure does know how to do planters

 

Charleston-isque via Grateful Simplicity

 

Very Charleston-isque.

Charleston-isque via Grateful Simplicity

 

Charleston-isque via Grateful Simplicity

Yes, that would be someone’s back patio I snapped a photo of. I have no shame.

 

Charleston-isque via Grateful Simplicity

What a clever way to add interest to an expanse of brick

 

 

That’s all I have to say about that.

ENO for the EOY

The days of May are flying by, each day with more speed.  The kids have only 3 more days of ‘regular’ school (in mom language- that means until 3 p.m.) I don’t know whether I should get in the fetal position and rock, and rip out each calendar day in thanks that surely- around the bend lies the quieter days of summer. With the crickets singing, heat a hanging, and flip flops a waitin’.

 

These girls know Summer is all but here…..

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B has been doing a lot of babysitting lately and recently purchase an ENO double nest hammock – these things are pretty cool if you’ve never seen one before.

 

 

An ENO for the EOY — another mom translation: End of the Year– used in a sentence: The children went to their End of the Year Party this week.

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But don’t even get me started on trying to patrol that little, square contraption in her hand.  The iPhone, iPad, the iHateThem’s because it takes constant monitoring- particularly during the summer months.  It’s really no surprise that iPhone users can actually suffer from iPhone withdrawal. Pah-lee-zee, people. If iPhone withdrawal is your biggest problem of the day, consider yourself lucky.

For now, I’m going to do what I do best… keep on staying busy, too busy to accept the fact that I all but have a 4th and 7th grader.  Oh no, say it isn’t so. Certainly these girls aren’t old enough for those numbers…..  Suddenly I feel dizzy, I need to go lie down in Britton’s ENO.

 

Crazy is as crazy does

Not to toot my own horn (okay, i am totally tooting my own horn here) but I have officially earned my VIP Mom badge this week. Mr. Robinson has been in San Antonio all week for a meeting. Meanwhile I’ve held down the home front, single mom with the three kiddos, leaving for work at 7:30 a.m. with a home that is officially for sale and…. even had it ready for a real estate agent caravan on Tuesday by 7:30 am.

Me. By myself.

I did it. It’s done. Mr. R comes home tonight and I be beat!

 

crazy is as crazy does via grateful simplicity

So the house situation? After 10 years, the hubs came home and said he was tired of his 45 minute commute to work, and wants to move closer in town.  I’ve always said, since I’ve been at home the past 9 years, that when he is ready to move, we will.  Goodness knows I could never make that drive day after day. He finally is so we are.

Crazy, here we come (or here we are, depending on your perspective).

Speaking of… the older my kids get, the crazier each season becomes.  This fall, in particular, was busy with the introduction of athletic games while this Spring is proving to be equally crazy with end of the year parties and performances.

 

Sweet Katie, who babysits for the kids (as well as Poochie and Tucker) came to Kenley’s “Neverland” performance today- joining big sister and Mama. We represented well!

crazy is as crazy does via grateful simplicity

 

Every now and then I’m thrown off when watching Kenley do something ordinary- like sing in the school play- and I’m overcome with a sense of enormous gratefulness to have this precious child on the stage. Singing. Just like everyone else.  It’s not that I sit around thinking about all that she went through as a baby. Rather, it sneaks up on me when I least expect. Like 10:30 am this morning while watching the play, juggling the iPad and camera to capture it all.

While most folks won’t understand, my hope is that I may never watch that sweet child in a play, recital, graduation, or even wedding without that same overwhelming sense of thankfulness.  Because while I am many things– overwhelmed, crazy, Type A, tired…. Above all else, I am thankful.  Sometimes ordinary moments are the greatest reminders of this.