6.30.2016

Bully

Casey is spending summer at a day camp that my nephew attended for some time. It's held in the same Presbyterian church where I went to preschool. They do amazing things every day. A typical week looks like this: Museum, Bounce House Place, Movie, Beach, Pool. It's fun and engaging and Casey comes home exhausted so it's worth all the pennies we are scrounging to send him there.
On Tuesday, the head counselor, Mr. Jason, said that Casey was unusual. I wondered what he'd done this time when he said "Not in a bad way! He's just so easy going and nice. It's really different how he just goes along with the flow, super mellow." I took that as a compliment since it's always lovely to hear nice things about your kid. This is especially poignant because on his last day of Spring camp, Casey got in trouble for saying "shit" in a celebratory, exclamatory manner. 
Yesterday when I went to pick him up, the lady at the desk had a paper in hand and a look on her face. It was the same kind of paper I had to sign after the shit incident so I immediately asked what Casey had done. I was told he had done nothing; another camper had punched Casey in the face. This isn't the greatest news but I was assured he'd received an ice pack and things were being taken care of. When Casey came out, he didn't have any visible trauma to his face and didn't seem overly upset about it so I sort of shook it off. I mean, I was irritated but wondered if it was just a case of boys being boys. Sometimes things get unnecessarily physical between boys and I don't really know when to be concerned.
When I told Husband last night, he was considerably more upset than I was. I had been assured by the counselor that they would handle the other child. This morning, Husband had his own talk with the counselors and was informed that the other kid had been somewhat of a problem for being physical and yesterday's encounter was the last straw so they suspended him for a month. I guess he targeted Casey, which kind of makes sense now.
Have you ever tried to get information out of a five-year old? It's impossible. I asked Casey what had happened and he said he told the kid he liked his hat and the kid punched him. Casey assumed the kid thought he was going to take it. Then he said "Remember when that kid stole my sucker?"Which, no, I don't but it's nice to see he had a trend of being a jerk to my son. Husband's main concern now is that Casey will think that since he's been hit, it's okay to hit. My main concern is that he will dislike camp because of one rotten egg. I'm just glad my kid isn't the rotten egg, truth be told. It just sucks to have to think about any of this stuff. 

6.29.2016

Facebook Challenge

A couple friends have posted a "challenge" where you put your first picture with your spouse with the most recent one. I thought I'd just do that here. The first one was taken in August 2007 and the last one was from Monday. I like that we just keep getting better looking. Aging like fine wines. Ha! 


6.28.2016

Date Night

For mother's day, Husband got me a gift certificate for The Painted Cabernet. Since I'd already been twice, I assumed this gift was so that he could go with me. And so we went yesterday to a special event they were having at Whole Foods.
After bombing on a quick meal of beer and chicken wings, we sat down with our paint and our complimentary beverage and got to creating an anchor. I'll be honest, after the incident at the ceramics place, I was concerned about Husband being overly competitive and not having a fun time.
He honestly was quite well behaved. I was the jackass that got carried away when it came to put paint splatter on the painting and straight whipped green paint at the lady across from me. Whoopsie! Overzealous much? He had a hard time leaving well enough alone so his painting was far from dry when it was time to leave but he did great. It was nice to get away from the kids for a bit and do something different for a change. Only trouble is, where do we put two anchor paintings in our house? His and hers. Ha!

6.27.2016

Weekend Pics

 On Payday we go to Lazy Dog. 
 Here's a different kind of lazy dog.
 Hooray for backyards and surprise-ish visits from BFF.
 Chilling so hard.
 Besties Selfie! 
 A different set of besties. 
 Not sure what Christa was up to here. Whatever keeps her occupied.
We spent a few hours on Sunday morning at the beach and that basically wiped us out for the day. After lunch, Christa and her parents napped while Casey had a play date. Then it was dinner and essentially done for everyone. Casey actually ASKED to go to bed at 7:45. That seals the deal, beach every day all day in the summer! Ha! 

6.24.2016

Summer Haiku Friday

First week of summer
Kicked off with a Dodger game
Not too shabby, right?
 Christa seems just fine
With her big brother at camp
And Casey digs camp
Life just feels real good
Dig my kids and dig my job
Dig my husband too

6.22.2016

Happy Accidents

When BFF and I were in high school, we used to talk a lot about ol' Bob Ross. He didn't make mistakes, he made happy accidents. He didn't just draw a cloud or a bush, they were happy little clouds and bushes. If my memory serves me, we would talk about happy little butts. Either way, good ol' Bob Ross is on Netflix now and I can honestly say very few shows bring the meditative relaxation like he does. Last night, Husband worked late and I had the remote control all to myself and I watched him paint two paintings in the span of an hour. And I smiled a lot. He has some squirrels he rescued and he is nurturing them until they are ready to be released back into nature. He talks about them sometimes when he paints and cuts away to video of them, too. Like to hear about them? Here it goes. Last night's squirrel friend was named Pea Pod. According to ol' Bob Ross, Pea Pod just wants to live in his pocket. After he gets some milk and his happy little tummy is nice and full, he just turns into the laziest little rascal. You're welcome.

6.21.2016

Go, Doyers!

Before I left my old job, a vendor of mine was nice enough to give me tickets to last night's Dodgers game with access to the Stadium Club. We left early on the hottest day of recent history and decided to have some "road sodas." By the time we got to the stadium, many a beer had disappeared. We were polishing off the last of them, when I thought it would be a good idea to dump the ice out of the cooler. Minutes had passed when two bike cops rolled up to tell us we could get ejected for tailgating. We had to hand over our tickets and our IDs and hope for the best. They were kind enough to not kick us out and let us go with a warning after we poured out the last of the beers. Because my brother is the man he is he said to the officer, "Hey so just to be clear was it the ice that gave it away?" And of course it was. Because I have no idea how to be slick or sly or subtle or how to break rules. Way to go, Randi. Super stoked the cop could confirm all that.

 Everyone and their mother was already enjoying the AC so there were no indoor seats available. We sat in the shade at least but it was still 97 degrees.
 Watching Kershaw pitch at field level was amazing. Not gonna lie.
 Saw the lights of the Goodyear blimp and it read Ice Cube's a pimp.
So hot, you guys. Hot, hot, hot. Not pictured here? The armless man to the right of Husband. He did have a weird little claw, though, he could hold his keys with. Yup.

6.20.2016

Father's Day Pics

My brother set up the motor home at the rincon yesterday so we all went out and had a picnic and probably one too many beers and frolicked in the sand and sea. Naturally we all forgot we were white people so the Fridays are a bit pink today but it was well worth it. A great time was had.
 My brother, the fisherman.
 Christa LOVES Ethan and I think he digs her most.
 Bathing beauty.
 That's me and the girl out there with Lici and Auntie Frances
And at the end of the day we recreated a picture we'd taken three years prior, my dad's last Father's Day. Kind of looks like the girls were leaving a space for their Papa if you ask me. He'd be so proud to see how great his grandchildren are becoming. Love my family.

6.19.2016

Happy Father's Day

Be sure to kiss and hug and thank and celebrate a dad today.

6.17.2016

Big Day Haiku Friday

Just five years ago
We moved into our wee house
The day grandpa died
***
The last day of school
For Mr. Casey Douglas
Bye, Kindergarten! 
***
Summer vacation
Christa at Maria's house
And Casey at Camp

6.15.2016

Smarty Pants Dance

 This is Casey's best school friend, Dylan. Wee blond haired, blue eyed cuties.
 Today I volunteered at his class picnic and I helped with stilts.
 Those kids are fun. I'm glad I went.
 This here is Sydney. She was born hours before Casey in the same hospital. Her mom, Christine Mom Jeans, was a friend of mine before we got knocked up and sort of drifted apart. She and I hung out for a bit today and it was nice and fun and I hope we do it again.
 These kiddos in his class are all so cute. 
And I just could not be more proud of my son for receiving a math award to close out his Kindergarten year. He'd been awarded two citizenship awards this year but I like to know he's a smarty pants, too, despite the fact that I see him do his homework and he can read all the things without prompting these days. Boy, time flies. 

6.13.2016

Weekend Pics

 Casey spittin' game at a classmate at the park.
 Little Miss Fearless
 Gorgeous Sunset
 Dancing in the Rain
 Boy do I love this.
 The Bee-day Girl! 
 Putting the kids to work dismantling the bun's hutch.
 Headed to the Sea
 Siblings
 He loves to taunt the sea.
She mostly just runs from it.

Sometimes I'm so proud of all we are able to squeeze into a weekend. On Friday, we went out to dinner after the park. On Saturday, we ran errands and headed to hang with BFF & Co. for Josie's beeday party. On Sunday, we cleaned up the yard (and the house), had a picnic at the park for a play-date with Casey's school bestie and hit the beach as a family. I wonder often how much of this the kids will remember. I wonder if they'll appreciate how much dang fun we have.

6.10.2016

RIP The Bun Haiku Friday

 We lost a member
Of the Rancho Viernes crew
My poor Bunjamin 
 What a strange wee bun
Not particularly nice
He'd attack our dogs
But he sure was cute
And made us laugh for four years
We will sure miss him

6.08.2016

Birthday Girls

Yesterday my baby niece turned 5. Lici loves Frozen and singing and performing and she colors super well. I think she's the artistic one of the family. And her dimples are deep!
Today, Josie turns one. Her mama took this picture of me squishing her super cute booty on Sunday. Josie's got the prettiest eyes anyone ever had and I really like her a lot.