Darren and The Bee part two.

I almost peed my pants once. Well I've almost peed my pants a number of times and it seems to be increasing with age, but this was the closest ever. It was a number of years ago. We live next to a giant field and it is full of Brier bushes which are full of bees nests. Yellow Jackets to be precise. Darren messed with their hive by prodding at it and they came out quite angry. Darren had to run across the yard to get away from them. That was pretty funny too. He looked very silly. 

Then he decided to seek his revenge on the bee's. That was a bad Idea. Out came the hose and here was his fatal mistake. He sprayed a nest of yellow jackets. They were not amused, I was. He went running across the yard smacking himself, jumping up and down and yelling. He was going to come in the back door, where I was standing. But I had to close it otherwise I would have had a house full of bees. So of course I went round front were he ran and there was running in circles in the front yard smacking the hell out of himself. If you didn't know he was being attacked by yellow jackets you'd think he was crazy. I was very worried about him. Of course I did ask him if he was ok before I started laughing. He too laughed once the stinging stopped. 

Since then he has had a particular hatred for bees. One flew into the kitchen and he thought the best way to deal with it would be to cut it in 1/2 with a small paring knife. In the end he was successful. 

BEE's 15.

DARREN 1.

And some pictures of my boy and friends!

Zoey was not so thrilled about Joy's cookie breath.

My big boy!!

Thanks for the fun at the fountains!

Super Fun

So happy. So sweet. I LOVE this smile.


Oh my boy! 
Playing in the fountain at water front. I had forgotten how fun it was!!
The Laughter and splashing.
A moment of sisterly love. 
The fun we can have with nothing but a light pole.

As the time approaches for me to return to work I wonder how it will go. It is pressing on my mind. I have the worst case of baby and kiditis. I cannot stop thinking about my family and I worry about what a total idiot I am going to look like. I feel like I cannot hold a conversation unless it involves Beck's poop or Katie's tantrums. Will that get better? Will I be able to think and work? Will I be be able to do my job? I think I will need to go on orientation. But for now we shall spend as many minuets at the park in the fountains in the sun.

Play Date

Karen and her discordant twins. 
Baby Ana pretending to be a baby! How funny. A baby being a baby.

Katie seems a little to big for the swing?

No pictures of me as I had eaten too much sushi off a belt. A shocking amount. I had to make two stacks with my plates so I could see over them at my friends. And I didn't want someone to think I had eaten all of those plates, two stacks would through them off. I realized that I love the sushi conveyor belt. And Karen and Coca and Ana and Zoey. 

Worry

I am a worrier. I worry that Beck sleeps to much. I worry that he keeps his hands clenched. I worry that he doesn't grab at things yet. I worry that he doesn't laugh yet. I worry that he doesn't smile enough. I worry that he is such a wonderful baby and great kid that I won't get to keep him for very long. I worry that I have not yet captured a real smile yet. So here is the closest I've gotten. I worry that I worry too much. I hope this is all normal. If not don't tell me. Then I'd worry.

My wee ones.

First Bath in a real tub!
1/2 a smile...
Oh my boy!
I love him!