The Sun

Gio taking his frustrations out on an
innocent sand dune.

"Gio it looks like you got sunburned today," I say.

"Awwwww! I must have touched the sun..... Thats it! Im never talking to the sun again!

I know he's my son and all, but I hope he doesn't expect me to stop talking to the sun, too. Sunshine is one thing I'm not willing to give up, not even for my kids.

Baby Daddy

Baby Daddy is so hot!

Seriously, folks this picture says it all. Best Dad in the Universe! And he's an awesome partner in life, too. He makes me laugh and he lets me cry.

I don't think too many people could handle being married to me. I'm fairly intense, even if it only takes a few things to keep me happy. And he is always willing to grow and change with me.

Plus, I love a man who snores in church. It's so sexy.

Post Mama's Day

Vinny wrestling with an alligator.


Goddess was kind to me this Mothers Day. Not only did I not have to go to church, but I got to surf twice.

We went to the beach around 11ish. Stefan set up a tent with the boys while I went out for my first session. It was so fun!

Then after my surf, Stefan went for a surf and he had fun too! OMG!

After he surfed, he took Vinny for a surf. Too bad I didn't go get my camera until the end of Vinny's session, when he was too tired to stand up anymore. Surfing is a lot of work and takes a lot of energy.

Did I mention surfing is fun?!

Then we were going to hook up with my Mom, or so we thought. But she didn't answer her phone or call us back, ever. So, I went surfing again! Yay!

Glad I didn't wait around for her to not call. I'd be having abandonement issues and crying on the blog, right now.

As she says, and I quote, "I have a life."

Here are some pictures, enjoy!


Yeah Bee, I'm really rubbing it in.
Good thing you know I love you.





Vinny on board.


Getting ready to pop up.


Gio didn't surf, but he had plenty of commentary.


I wasn't the only Mama enjoying the beach.

Happy MILF Day

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Backfire

These pictures are from are trip to Lake Tahoe last summer. When we got our timeshare, we were like, "great no surfing what on Earth are we going to do in Lake Tahoe?"

But it turns out, we had a great time. We went river rafting, swimming, stand up paddle boarding (I could not even believe how off the charts fun that was!) and of course fishing, complete with fishing licenses for Stefan and I.

However, every time we went fishing we didn't catch any fish. Which is fine, because we had money for food and we weren't relying on fish for dinner.

So while no one on the trip ever caught a fish, I was the only one who managed to lose a fish.

My favorite part of fishing is casting. The lake the boys are fishing in the pictures was for kids 16 and under. It was hot and there wasn't much to do. So every now and then, out of sheer boredom, I'd grab Gio's fishing pole, and cast his line, which had a plastic fish attached to the end of it.

Apparently I got a bit carried away with my casting because on one cast, the plastic fish, Gio's beloved plastic fish, came off the line and went "plop" in the lake.

"Mommy got get my fish!" exclaims Gio.

He didn't say please, but I couldn't really insist on manners in an emergency like this. Not one I was so obviously and completely responsible for, anyways.

"Baby, Mommy can't go get the fish, because this isn't a swimming kind of lake," I say in my defense, as well as horror. The thought of sticking my toe in that water was freaking me inside out.

"Well, then go to time out," says Gio.