The Time We Went to Bethany Beach

So, I have for you a lot of beach photos and a lot of Funland photos. 


We went to the beach six mornings in a row. 


We went to Funland four times. Some of us five times.

At first George was terrified of the ocean. So much so that he begged seagulls not to go near the surf. 


I think you can see that Della didn’t enjoy Funland at all.

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I tried to come up with a unified theory of the rides George liked/disliked. He mostly did not like rides that went any manner of up, including the carousel. Exception/complication: the swings, which he liked two times out of three. He also seemed to prefer rides where he could sit next to Della. He really wanted to go on the buttercups, as Della called them (i.e., Crazy Dazy), but was too little.



Della was way into the fast cars, but only the purple fast car. It kind of seemed like we shouldn’t have to be riding rides like this yet. 


This is definitely the profile pic we would/will use for any kind of joint account we might open.


Charlie K’s BBQ: we ate here two, some of us three, times. 


This girl (/her dad) dug a hole to attract other kids. It worked.


Fathers on duty.


One of the rides that George shook his finger at. No, he said. No.


After so many visits to Funland the magic started to wear off, but for awhile it was just f’ing amazing for these kids to drive/pilot their own little vehicles.  



Steve and George finally caught feelings for each other.


This woman has always had a special place in George’s heart.


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We went on a date. Of course we got stuck at the short bar with some sort of bartender emeritus. But otherwise romantic.


Conn I think has been to the Delaware beaches before.


We brought our bikes. Obvs proud of ourselves.


This one night Scott and Lizzie went out on a date and we took Annie, Della, and George out into the world to see what it was like to have three kids! At first, it was not hard. Then they all went in different directions and we decided we should stick with two, or even one if at this point we still can.



At some point mid-trip I got really frustrated with everybody about important things like juice and cheddar rockets. That’s just always going to happen with me. I’m sorry.


This was where we lived.


First day Italian ice. George dropped his in the sand.


George is a huge fan of downward dog and can hold it for a long time.

Photo booth. The girls could use some coaching.


Last night of vacation after a bedtime swim. The morning after we returned home, Della complained of missing Bethany, especially the pool frogs.


Also: Happy Father’s Day to our beloved father, who, in the words of Lily Allen, feels good like a long hot summer.



Potty Words

Big beach post coming up very, very shortly. In the meantime, some words about potty.

Della: Um, you guys shouldn’t talk like that, like say toot all the time. Toot is a potty word.

Me: You mean dude? We’re saying dude. Not toot.

Della: That’s a potty word. Toot.

Me: Dude, Della, we’re saying dude. It’s okay to say that.

Della: No, it’s not! That’s a potty word and you’re not supposed to say that!!!

Me: Have your teachers been talking to you about potty words?

Della: Yeah.

Me: Have you been getting in trouble for saying potty words?

Della: Yeah. I called Miss Lexie a poopy head.

Me: Did you say sorry?

Della: I didn’t.

Aroo Returns!

We found Aroo! Which is great, although it does make my Aroo Alone story somewhat less poignant. 

Della and Aroo, reunited.


The kitchen drawer of Very Important Items where Aroo was found (by me). Alongside a U of Auburn beer coozie, of course. 


Steve immediately sent out a broadcast email with the following message, which is fairly ungenerous toward me. But all’s well that ends well.

So you’ve heard Della lost Aroo. Johanna and I have been soooo bummed about this. She’s been pretty good but going to bed has been hard. [Ed note: he is talking about Della here; I have been going to bed without crying.] We’ve been feeling like it’s the end of an era and wondering if she’s going to come around and get a new friend. Of course, she’s been cosying up to lame little easter bunny thing. Which is ok, but we’d prefer her to keep friends that are less seasonal. Makes me wonder what it’s like when your teenager picks bad friends. My mom would know nothing about that.

Anyways, Johanna lost our only keys to the toyota today. Shoot, we were headed to costco for her eye exam and some well deserved smoothies. We are thinking the kids must have taken them and hidden them from us in the bottom of a toy bin. So we’ve been tearing the house apart. Pissed because these keys are expensive and the toyota is blocking the volvo in the driveway. I’m thinking I’m out like $150 and a whole afternoon.

Alright, so at this point the house is completely torn apart. All the toys are dumped out of the their bins. Laundry baskets have been torn apart. The big plastic trunk on the deck is completely empty with my collection of empty bottles everywhere. I’ve got this flashlight and I’m looking behind and under all the furniture. Lots of spiders and dust and old orphaned and unreachable toddler socks. Della and George are crying because we aren’t going to costco. We turn on Baby Signing Time for the hundredth time this week. “Eat eat eat, what a treat, repeat.”

Too Long Didn’t Read: We found Aroo and the keys!

Lessons learned? Spend more time looking and less time writing stories about losing stuffed animals.

Normal Parenting

George likes Princess Sofia, popsicles, and dogs that look like cats. He gets mad when I put my hair up.


He has two signature lovies, a cat and a husky, and he calls them Bappa and Nanny, respectively.


We are trying to take back control of our lives. 


From him.


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Look at these two sisters! Della gets mad when I call Annie a cousin.Chair-24

Occasionally, very rarely, we come up with a game they can both do and enjoy. As a bonus, they looked funny doing this.



We went to Lake Anna, where the water is warmed by a nuclear power plant. It’s nice!

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Later that same Memorial Day Weekend, we camped in the back yard. Actually I slept inside.Chair-3

People are always saying that toys aren’t as good as the boxes they come in. And it’s true; the mosquito vacuum that came in this box is not very great. But the box is spectacular.


George does not like the big pool. 


In fact I would say both of them are mostly in it for the snacks.Chair-19

I thought this was a nice idea and a pretty picture, getting them to wash the front window. But Steve is probably right that leaving them to lather themselves in Windex is not sustainable.


While Della recovered from norovirus, George and I did the Color Run. I walked and George got carried while I pushed the stroller.


And finally, febrile Della got kicked out of daycare today, so she took over my office. Working hard or hardly working?

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Passed out next to an empty cup of goldfish crackers.