Boys will be boys {the next generation}

Boys will be boys {the next generation}

Boys will be boys, I am told. My oldest friend Mary Heather (although she is technically 5 months younger than me) travels transcontinental with her two toddlers, yet again, so we were able to get our boys together. She lives almost as far away as possible, while staying in the US…  Kirkland, Washington! Her son, Hanley, is 10 months younger than Raynes yet he outweighs him by exactly 21 lbs. Football tryouts are next month.

 

When we were little girls, MH and I would lay on her bedroom floor and play a game we called ‘dream.’  We would dream about what we might be one day and describe it in detail. I wanted to wear a black, tight leather jumpsuit (picture Sandy in the final scene in ‘Grease’). I would also own a brown Trans Am with a large eagle spread on the hood. Ideally, I would have had a cool name like Teresa, not a gender-neutral name like Garrett.  Well, gender-neutral Garrett has yet to drive a big brown Trans Am (though it’s not too late) and I sure as heck am not wearing a tight leather jumpsuit with 4 inch heels. Our dreams have changed slightly.  Now when Aunt MH and I get together we ‘dream’ what it would be like to raise our boys in the same town, have them in the same grade and on the same t-ball team.  Meanwhile, we will get them together as often as we can, even ifPreview post it does take MH flying and driving for 9+ hours, and appreciate these dirty, stinky little boys for the sweet things that they are.

 

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We had to give Hanley a proper welcome by driving him through the power lines. Because nothing says class like the power lines.

 

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Post Christmas Skeet Shoot

Post Christmas Skeet Shoot garden and gun style, because that’s how we roll where I come from. High School friends (well, lower school to be exact) from all over, from Miami to Atlanta, are home for the holidays and provide a rare opportunity when we can all get together– with our little people in tow as well! Surprisingly, neither Danya nor Shea had ever shot a shot gun (yes, they both grew up here- a travesty, I know– we won’t tell my Dad) and got a quick lesson from Claire’s Dad then tried their arm at some practice shots. Such a fun way to celebrate post Christmas. Thank you, Claire, for hosting such a fun get together yesterday!

 

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Because every little boy needs a dinosaur hand at a skeet shoot. Keeps the alligators away.

 

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I love their attire for the occasion- makes me proud!

 

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Railey and Kenley

 

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Christmas 2015 {part II)

Christmas 2015 {part II)

Because it’s really not Christmas unless there is a round I and II. One of the byproducts of having all your family in one Florida town.  After spending the morning with our kiddos, we drove the .4 miles over to Mom and Dale’s (also known as Sassy and Pops) for the little kids to have, what can only be described as an entirely second Christmas, followed by lunch, naps then back to Mom and Dale’s for a big family supper. Dee Dee’s infamous yule log is her ticket into dinner every year. One year she got sick and couldn’t make it, and though I can’t be quite sure I do believe I heard folks mumbling under their breaths something along the lines of… ‘how dare she get sick. Doesn’t she know how we look forward her yule log. No one else can make it.‘  Insert Leslie, Uncle Matt’s Mom, who is also homemaker extraordinaire and whipped up a coconut cake Christmas night like you wouldn’t believe. I do believe I left Christmas dinner a good 6 lbs heavier. Hopefully, we will get some proper winter weather soon and I can tuck it all in under a warm winter coat.   For the time being, judging by the coughing that went on in this house last night, I will likely spend the day giving both my boys cough medicine and catering to their every whim. Seems they both caught the sniffles that are going around and we all know how boys can be when they feel (ever so slightly) under the weather. Enough about weather and food- let’s focus on preparing to celebrate a New Year!

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Uncle Matt made a pork tenderloin and the best dang garlic mashed potatoes I do believe I’ve ever had. Mom Leslie taught him well! My sister and I are fortunate to have husbands who can cook.

 

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Mr. Robinsons’s parents

 

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Our resident PA, Kristopher, who just graduated from PA school. Do you know how happy this makes Meme to have a doctor in the family again?!

 

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Aunt Gina was just happy to have Katie home from LA where she recently moved to take a job with a little company known as Warner Brother Studios.

 

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Mom continues to remind my sister and I that she has one stocking to remaining to be monogrammed… just in case. I’ve assured her that we will not be needing it…..

Christmas 2015 {part I}

It was a wonderful Christmas Eve and morning with all our babies wearing (somewhat) matching pajamas and big smiles. K tried to get the celebration started extremely early– as in 4 am but was promptly sent back to bed until at least 6:30 am. As much Mr. Robinson and I wanted to sleep in we could certainly sympathize with their excitement as Christmas morning is one that you know you’ll remember for many years to come- so with the help of the auto-brew Lucky Goat coffee, got started we did.  If only I could slow down time and keep them young forever (Britton recently pointed out that she has 3 more semesters until high school. My heart sank in my chest a little). The years seem to pass a little more swiftly at each turn. Merry Christmas!

Christmas 2015

Christmas 2015

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the obligatory ‘stop and let me get your picture first’ snapshot

 

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12 days of Florida Christmas-- note for Santa by K & R

12 days of Florida Christmas– note for Santa by K & R

 

Cousins dropping off homemade honey!

The ‘”big” Cousins home from Colorado and dropping off homemade honey!

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Poor girl- she’s still looking for her presents

 

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