Summer 2012

Remember that summer when all I did was drag the kids to the;

Beach

And the pool,

And the pond?

And every time I dragged them to

The beach,

Or the pool,

Or the pond;

They'd be fighting and whining and complaining as I tried to pack all the necessities required for a day at

The beach

Or the pool,

Or the pond.

And somehow I'd manage to remember all the proper snacks and drinks and sunblock and bug spray and sand toys and boogie boards and goggles and masks and books and extra clothes and towels and five hundred other things.

And you'd think the children would sing my praises for such a feat.

They would not. But they would remind of that one forgotten thing and piss and moan about it all day.

You know how exhausting it is to referee Deaf kid and Hearing sister at the;

beach,

or the pool,

or the pond?

So. Very. Exhausting.

Which is why this day at the water park made me so damn happy.

Deaf Kids Signing At Water Park.

Remind me to tell you some day about our how our movie theater in town got all sorts of high tech stuff for Deaf folks, thus greatly enhancing Owen's moviegoing experience.

Also remind me to tell you about how badly I didn't want to correct Owen when he talked about his favorite movies;

Ice Age 4; Carnival of Death and PronounMan

How about that time, after a typically draining day at

the beach,

or the pool,

or the pond,

when the kids and I were sitting at the dinner table and they thought they'd rename themselves; Owen declared himeself Fart-O, Bea chose Stink-O, and both of them agreed I shall now be known as Wine-O.

Or how about the time the kids met their newest cousin?

Or all the times they got to do,

 this,

or this,

or this,

or this,

or this?

They are damn lucky kids.

I was lucky to do this a few times even.

And after a long summer day of frolicking at the beach or the pool or the pond, after hours of bickering and interpreting and intervening, if when we pulled into the driveway and the kids were fighting over who was going to get to the door first before the car had even stopped, wouldn't it have been hysterical if as soon as they slammed the car doors Al backed the car up and took off down the road leaving Bea and Owen crying in the driveway thinking we'd abandoned them?

Of course we would never do such a thing.

What kind of Awesome Parents monsters do you take us for?