Slow but growing

I've wanted to grow a garden for quite some time. I thought about it last year, thought about it so long that I missed the entire growing season. I'm on schedule this year though. We've planted tomatoes, zucchini, green beans, peppers and a smattering of herbs. I feared the boys attacking the plants but they've actually done really good. Kedrick is just as excited about watching them grow. Both boys love to water. Brock seems to have a respect for the vegetables he has yet to develop for the flowers. His picking has been minimal. The other day I was out working in the garden and Kedrick said, "mom, you're a good girl, you are taking very good care of the plants." It made me beam. I went around the rest of the day feeling really good about myself and wanting to make sure I said things to my kids that made them feel the same way.

Remembering Memorial Day

We took a one day vacation for Memorial Day. Not even stopping to think what Memorial Day was about, we decided to head down to Pt. Loma to see the lighthouse and visit the tide-pools. It took us a while to figure out what all the traffic was about and why all the flags on all the graves. And then it donned on us. I felt clever for stumbling upon such an appropriate acitivity. It was humbling to look out over all the headstones of so many who have given their life for my freedom.

We had such a good time in the morning, we decided not to go home for naps and to make a day of it. We spent the afternoon touring all the ships along the waterfront. We finally used the tickets you gave us to the maritime museum Mom and Dad. Thank you!

By the time we headed home we were all hungry and had no plans for dinner. We stopped and got Thrifty Chocolate Malted Crunch ice-cream, took it home and made dinner out of it. The boys were in heaven! Who am I kidding, so was I!

I spy...

Santa Claus! (If you are not convinced, click on the picture so you can see it enlarged). At our local CostCo no less. I mean, it makes sense that he shops there but who'd have thought we'd see him? Brock was the one with the sharp eyes this time. Waiting in line for gas, he shouts out, "Look, Kizmuss!" I made a quick scan for what could possibly be saying Christmas to my little one and saw good ol' St. Nick filling up.

And that's not all we saw. While waiting for Kevin to finish something at work, he suggested I take the boys for a walk along the trails. I was hesitant because it is not an uncommon occurrence for snakes to be seen around where he works. He told me if I followed the trail I'd be able to see the ocean. We walked and walked and walked because I just didn't want to turn back before I saw the view. Finally, at the very end of the trail we walked up a little crest to catch a very tiny sliver of an ocean view. And right there, not too far off in front of us was a nice rattlesnake making its way across the trail! I was horrified. Kevin showed up just in time to seem me frantically scrambling down the hill with the boys. He got a good laugh that he got me to drag the boys that far by mentioning the so called "ocean view." I was not amused. And of course, he took the boys back up the hill to get a better view of the snake. Boys.