Sea Asides

September 26, 2013 at 8:03 am | Posted in Bun, Family, Giggles, Lollipop | 16 Comments
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“Long before we saw the sea, its spray was on our lips, and showered salt rain upon us.” — Charles Dickens

When’s the last time you felt that lovely salty rain? Where’s the oddest place you found sand? And what’s the best treasure you brought home?


S is for sea and sand and shells. See more S’s at Jenny’s.

Jenny Matlock


Our Summer Crush

June 7, 2013 at 8:43 am | Posted in Bun, Giggles, Lollipop | 16 Comments
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Three kids. One mom. One house. One week. Only 79 days of summer vacation to go. But who’s counting? (Me, me, me!)

Here’s a recap of our first week of vacation:

Trips to Target: 1
Icees: 3
Scoops of ice cream: 13
Trips to splash park: 1
Goose eggs acquired at splash park: 1
Number of times swimsuits laundered: 5
Water-bottle refills: Oh, who can remember?
Containers of yogurt consumed: 19
Items lost: 1 dress, 1 hat, 1 stuffed bunny, 1 temporary tattoo
Items found: 1 jacket, 1 flag pin, 7 bottle caps
Books checked out from library: 15
Episodes of Curious George watched: I plead the 5th.
Lunches at Daddy’s office: 1
Tantrums while lunching at Daddy’s office: 4
Number of homemade muffins delivered to the fire station down the street: 23
Firehouse tours: 1
Ice-cream factory tours: 1
M&Ms smashed into ice-cream-factory floor: 7
Scraped knees: 5
Band-aids applied: 3
Summer reading logs in progress: 4
Tubes of sunscreen used: 1 1/2
Roly polies collected: 9

What’s your summer been like so far? Are the heat and the boredom crushing you, too? And how many roly polies are living in a jar on your coffee table?


C is for summer crush. See more Cs at Jenny’s.

Jenny Matlock

The City of White

April 2, 2012 at 8:00 am | Posted in Bun, Family | 16 Comments
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“Paris is always a good idea.” — Audrey Hepburn

Have you been to Paris? What are your favorite Parisian places? And do you prefer pain au chocolat or crème brûlée?


Wishing Well

March 14, 2011 at 12:01 am | Posted in Family, Me | 20 Comments
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I got my wish:

It was bliss.

I didn’t say a word. All. Night. Long.

I ate dinner in bed (and more M&Ms than I’m going to admit):

I texted home to Super Daddy, who bathed all three kids in one tub.

I devoured a DC Cupcakes marathon. (Hello, TLC, I have missed you!)

I laughed with glee at the perfectly folded, perfectly fluffy, perfectly white towels:

I got my Google Reader down to zero. Zero.

I slept right through the free breakfast.

I stopped on the way home and got my toes done in “Grape Lakes”:

But most of all? I was giddy. To get home. To this:

And this:

And this:

How would you spend one night all to yourself? Would you choose extra sleep over free breakfast? And what’s your favorite TLC show?

Beach Music

June 7, 2010 at 5:36 am | Posted in Family, Giggles, Lollipop | 21 Comments
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About a year ago, we took Lollipop and Giggles to the beach for the first time.

We rented a house; stuffed swimsuits, sheets, suitcases, groceries, and our giant black Lab into the car; and drove to Dauphin Island, Alabama, where my parents joined us.

Jumping In
We spent a week dipping our toes into the chilly water, then retreating back to our canopied tent to escape the whipping wind. We gathered shells and wrote our names in the sand with driftwood. We ate homemade popsicles, cooked s’mores over a sunset campfire, and grilled fish plucked from the nearby gulf. We watched a storm blow through.

As we sampled fresh, flaky croissants from the local bakery, we marveled at the damage still apparent from Hurricane Katrina. We bought kites from one of the kitschy souvenir shops. We visited a nearby Civil War fort where, instead of Confederate soldiers, fire ants marched across the parade grounds.

We thought maybe we would take the ferry across the bay to the Florida side. But we napped and blew bubbles off the porch instead. Next year, we said. There’s always next year.

Taking Chances
You see, we planned to go back. We planned to make it an annual trip, a chance to relax and spend time with our family. A chance to sit, drink a cold beer, and watch the hermit crabs scurry into the surf. A chance to crack open a good book and read the whole thing with our feet buried in the warm sand.

But we missed our chance. We won’t be going back. This year or next year or the next.

Because the sand where my children built their first castle is now an oil-and-tar-slicked mess. Because the birds we shooed away from our peanut butter sandwiches have feathers coated with oil. Because the ferries have been replaced with ships transporting equipment, executives, and scientists.

Now and Then
Because each day 800,000 gallons of oil are spewing into the ocean. And no one knows how to stop it.

Next year, we said. There’s always next year. And now, there’s not.

Now, there’s wasteland instead of beach. Now, there’s crippled wildlife instead of a thriving ecosystem. Now, there’s despair instead of anticipation.

Now, there are only memories.


Thanks to my friend Country-Fried Mama for telling me about the online “Love the Gulf” effort. Post your own Gulf memories through Deb on the Rocks.

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