Beach Happenings

‘Tis the season for lots of sun block, mild sunburn, and an over dose of salt air. Because it’s summer and why not.

Family Reunion via grateful simplicity

For Father’s Day Mr. R had me help him apply the decal naming his boat. And yes, I had to have him explain, in non-CFP terms, what it meant.


Pulling cousins on the tube. Not to fear Kenley, the lighting was a good 10 miles away (give or take). Fearless.

Family Reunion via grateful simplicity


Ah, the tween flashed me a smile.

Family Reunion via grateful simplicity

This one has lost more teeth lately than the tooth fairy can keep up with. Maybe she should have an account with direct deposit.



Back to it tomorrow…..


Reunited x 40

Though I can’t say for sure, it has to be close to 35. Maybe even 40. But that’s how long my Dad’s side of the family have been coming together, each summer, for our week long “reunion.”  We’ve all but had t-shirts made (come to think of it, there may have been one year where we did have reunion shirts made). Either way, this is now the fourth generation gathering together at St. Teresa Beach to rock in the same rocking chairs with the salt air blowing, eat a shrimp boil, get too much sun, and dig for periwinkles. Only we have multiplied. A lot. #STB4g






There’s hope. This is what 75 looks like. And that’s after a long career in the medical field!




My favorite shot of the night. Family coming together. Literally.






photo credit: Britton



photo credit: Britton



photo credit: Britton



photo credit: Britton


Reunited x 40 via grateful simplicity

photo credit: Britton


Britton- not too shabby on the ol’ camera.


photo credit: Britton




photo credit: Britton




Reasons to Celebrate

It has been a whirlwind weekend with packing, traveling, and a little bit of boating for good measure.  My  crew is back in their own beds and every single one of them snoring logs. Except for me- who feels the need to stay up just long enough that I am tired all day tomorrow- but that’s okay because I would be remiss if I didn’t:


Wish this guy a happy Father’s Day.  As we were driving from coast town, to coast town this afternoon I wondered at what age did I realize just how lucky I was to have my parents? And more precisely, did I ever really realize how lucky I was on Father’s Day when I was younger. Appreciation is a hard concept to ‘teach’ to children but my prayer is that slowly, little by little, with each passing year they more fully grasp this concept.

Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity


I know I’m lucky to have had my Dad, Poppy and Dale in my life- and extremely grateful to have Mr. Robinson and Pops with me to serve as a reminder of just how lucky I am, as our my children, on this Father’s Day.


Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity

photo credit: Britton



Another reason we should be celebrating? This little fella turned three! It’s Whitman the batman.

Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity


Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity



And no one likes to eat celebrate more than a Jacobs baby.

Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity


Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity


Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity

Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity


This is what a SPF 50, sun shirt and hat will get ya.

This is what a SPF 50, sun shirt and hat will get ya. It’s not easy being ginger.

Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity


And it’s a win for Kenley who managed to fanagle a tu-tu onto her little brother just in time for photos.

Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity

Can you guess which one he is?


Last summer's softball camp paid off....

Last summer’s softball camp paid off….

Reasons to Celebrate via grateful simplicity

Okay, so maybe the plaid shorts hanging out the bottom were a bit of a giveaway.

So many reasons to celebrate.  Now it’s bedtime for this full-hearted Mama.

A boxed up life

I have probably 30, used, brown packed boxes floating around the house- with words like family room and Allie Boone’s room having been replaced with Raynes’ room.

There has been zero exercise this week, and am not proud to admit that I just fed my kids a carb filled meal complete with butter and salt (okay, the real truth is Raynes hasn’t eaten a vegetable in over three weeks). And while I can’t say for certain, I’m pretty sure the bottom of my feet are black not because I walked to the mailbox but because I haven’t mopped the floors in days. All in all, we’re just living the dream over here.

A boxed up life via grateful simplicity

Ironically, these ‘day in the life of us’ photos were on my computer. Amazing how quickly a mess can build in a home with 5 people living there. Throw in the two dogs and all bets are off. The plant in the foreground is all but dead and every one of his cups are boxed and nowhere to be found. Hope he’s not thirsty in the 120 degree days we’ve been having…..

A boxed up life via grateful simplicity


A boxed up life via grateful simplicity

It’s a boxed up life…. and he seems to be the only one in the family enjoying it.


News on our end– our home sweet home has a contract pending and we are packing up to move out in the next 25 days. Cue the wine.

A boxed up life via grateful simplicity

the house we thought we would never leave



And so it  goes…..

A boxed up life via grateful simplicity

Uncle Paul

It is no exaggeration when I tell you that K has a slight obsession with her Godfather, “Uncle Paul.”

I say this because last time we were in Atlanta, she was hoping he would be in town during our visit (he is the tour manager for the Zac Brown Band and obviously on the road a lot).  Much to her delight she not only was able to see him, but she took it upon herself to ‘interview’ him even going so far as to whip out her iPad mini for a quick photo of him (I later found it on her iPad and had to send it to Aunt Shea).

He had mentioned to Kenley that she should come to a show sometime, and truthfully I didn’t think much about it since the man is plenty busy without worrying about tickets for us lil’ Tally girls. But lo and behold, Uncle Paul didn’t forget his favorite fan and lined up tickets for Britton, Kenley and myself when they were playing in a city only 2.5 hours from our house.

Aunt Shea was suppose to come as well, braving the 5 hour drive with their three girls- but alas, life happens and one thing led to another and she couldn’t make the trip.

To press on or call it quits?

Never. The girls and I packed our overnight Vera Bradely bags because by golly, we were going to Zac Brown’s concert Aunt Shea or no Aunt Shea. Because as it turns out, the only person Kenley really wanted to see was Uncle Paul.

Uncle Paul via grateful simplicity


I confess, I thought maybe it was an act, this pretending to be an Uncle Paul fan, but I was wrong. The girl just loves her some Uncle Paul. I think it’s because he was kind enough to allow her to interview him last  time — and we all know that if you pay enough attention to a middle child, you’ve gained a friend of life.


If it weren't for a selfie my children would never have me in a picture

If it weren’t for a selfie my children would never have me in a picture

Pre-concert primping

Pre-concert primping in the hotel – my camera was so excited it didn’t know where to focus


So off to the stadium we went, stopping briefly for some soup and salad at some trendy restaurant downtown. Just me and my girls (and my phone, mace, and emergency cash).

Uncle Paul left Kenley us special lanyards that said something to the effect of ‘I’m with the band’ which makes anyone ages 9-38 feel a little bit special amongst the masses.  All was going well, we found out (great) seats, settled in with some cotton candy and soda, when I made the mistake of reading Kenley the text that Paul had sent.

“I’ll try to text you during the show so you can come back and say hello.”

Big mistake. Huge. From that point on Kenley could have cared less about Cole Swindall, Keith Urban, and much less Zac and his band.  All she wanted to know was where was Uncle Paul? Every 5 minutes she wanted to check my phone, scope the crowds, squint to see if she could see him side stage. Honestly, she started to annoy me a little bit. After the 32nd nudge for my to check my phone, I turned to her and said in a stern voice, “Kenley, you have to stop this.  Uncle Paul is working tonight. This stadium is his office. He isn’t just sitting down, watching the show like us.”

She pointed to the middle of the floor where a sound booth (or something techy) was set up and said with a straight face, “yes he is sitting down watching the show. I see him.”


Lord help us.  As it turns out, it would be easier to get in to see the Governor than it is to get behind the stage. Long story short, Uncle Paul rocked (ha, ha- get it) and really came through be getting the girls not just back stage but on stage with the ZBB band for a once in a lifetime evening. One would think Kenley may have really wanted to meet the infamous band members but not so much for she whipped out a notebook paper and pen she made me carry and immediately asked for Uncle Paul’s autograph. I’m not making this up, honest.  She later told me for as long as she lives, she will always have her Blanky, Floppy (stuffed bunny) and Uncle Paul’s autograph.



His number one fan went to sleep with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face.