Get on the Dance Floor

I always lament that there aren’t opportunities to dance anymore unless someone gets married. Since everyone but Andrew is married, I will have to wait until children begin to marry…but sometimes, you know, you just have to dance. 

So tonight I was so happy, thrilled, really, when dinner out down the shore turned into a fabulous and wacky night of dancing.

Granted it was dancing to songs from my childhood, ones my parents listened (and danced) to, but good songs, to be sure.

We stumbled upon a dance party at the resort next door and it was a true blast.  I’m so happy Jeasica and Brent were there to share it.  So fun.  So funny.  Such good music and such a good time!

Soul Cruisers 4-ever!💕💕💕

Beach Days

We are about to begin our second week of beach life; Brent and Jessica will arrive tonight. Spending two weeks has really been awesome to not feel rushed and like we need to do all the things in a short amount of time. We have spent time by the waves every day but one when we explored a nearby estuary and environmental educational center called the Wetlands Institute. 

At the Institute we got to explore crabs, horseshoe crabs, walk the salt marsh, release baby horseshoe crabs and spy on an osprey in its nest. 

Ollie knew all the answers to the ecologists questions (where did he learn all answers? Octonauts on Disney channel😉)

Happy Emmy/Happy Birthday

Dearest Fierce, Funny, Favorite 4 year old-

You are a true original Emmeline!  Whenever I get to thinking that I somehow have things under control, you swoop in to remind me that that idea is a bunch of baloney.  

You have the very best ideas; when you walk over to me and ask if I can journal for you it’s a thrill. Usually your page says something along the lines of “I love you. You love me.” 

I love how you wake up, full force, ready to get to the day. Usually you come downstairs already dressed, hoping I will let you have some vanilla yogurt or Honey Nuts, straight up, no Cheerios. (Not likely) And then you don’t stop. You seldom slow down. I know you are tired when you finally start asking to get in pjs. And for your mimi. 

Speaking of, it may have given you the wrong message when you got that new pack of binkies in your birthday present (given before your actual birth-day so that’s our excuse) because, well, you seem to be needing them more. 

You are a little baby riddle. Please stay small so I must carry you around and snuggle you under your chin and give you kisses until you squirm away. You are such a sweetie pie and we are lucky to have you around, Big Girl Em!