A Small Window

There seems to be a very small window in which you can don a teeny bikini with a perfectly flat chest and a squishy round mid-section.

When angles don't matter, because you are undeniabley adorable.

When your bikini top can accidently expose your boobies, and you don't have nightmares for years to come of the show that you gave the audience on that horribly embarrassing day.

That time has passed for me. Unfortunately at the moment, Honey's figure and mine are somewhat similar, and I do not get the comments that she gets strutting down the beach. What's with that?

*and yes, that look of accomplishment on Honey's face in the first image is sheer pride. After a summer of observing the older kids dash through the water, climb up the ladder, and jump off the dock, she seems to have put it all together. To my demise, that means I actually must watch my children. What's with that?

Getting Ready

We enjoy summer. We enjoy it so much that we gravitate toward any form of water daily. We love friends. We gravitate toward them as well. I'm not sure why they like us. We're weird.

The other day, rather than rushing to get out of the house, packing lunches, getting on my kids for putting their flip flops on for the umpteenth time, I decided to photograph why it's so difficult to get out. This is why I take deep breaths as I'm backing out of my driveway...

Just as we are approaching our deadline to meet someone somewhere, Bee choses to do something naughty, which results in an extra ten minutes of discipline.

Kid accesses the "weapon basket" (keep in mind we live in the country, those are allowed around here). Kid starts his sniper moves, causing three minutes of post-sniper weapon clean-up before leaving.

Honey decides to throw a tantrum. No, this is not her cute, happy, I-am-so-precious face. This is her, "I hope the ground is soft because I am about to throw myself back upon it" face. To which she did. To which that cost us another five minutes.

Someone found the goggles, which translates to an extra six minutes of "You look like Waldo", "They're too tight, I can't breathe", and Honey's "Cheese" dialogue.

Usually it's annoying, these "delays" that happen on our way out the door. Looking through the photos, though, it sure does show me what life exists in this house.