Haystack Rock in Cannon Beach on the Oregon Coast. Gorgeous. 

Isn't this a serene picture? Father and daughter walk along the beach in the golden sunset. So beautiful. So peaceful.

In actuality, this was Andre trying to catch Amelia before she ran headlong into the waves like a lemming. She did that over and over again, proving once and for all that she really isn't very bright.

Blogging from the beach

We're on vacation, but I had to share two short snippets from our road trip:

Scene the first, entitled "How I Know My Husband Watched Too Much Television in the 70s:"
As we drive by a tsunami warning sign...
Andre: Look at the tsunami sign!
Me: Yeah, it's kind of freaking me out.
A: Hah! They spelled "hazard" wrong.
Me: Dumbfounded look.
A: Oh. Right. I was thinking about Hazzard County.

Scene the second, entitled "How I Know My Child Eats Too Much Junk Food:"
As Fiona colors in her fancy new coloring book...
Fiona: Mommy what is this guy called?
Me: You mean what kind of animal is he?
F: Yeah, what kind of animal is he?
Me: I think that's a cheetah, buddy.
F: No Mommy, it's called a CheeTOH. I'm going to color him orange, because Cheetohs are supposed to be orange.

Sooooo hot.

Just kidding. I know all of the rest of you are hot, but it's only going to be in the high 70s here today. La la la! Ahhhhh, brisk breeze coming in the window...

Sorry that was mean.

Lazy

My intensive summer training as a child taught me that summers were meant to be spent in pajamas, in front of the TV, eating ice cream, and avoiding the searing Arizona summer heat. Making plans and going outside and having playdates and getting dressed all seem so much more difficult in the summer.

Now I have children who get boooooooored during the day and want to dooooooo something and "What are we going to do today, Mommy?" and "Can we go to the beach and look for starfish, Mommy?" and "I think it's a good day to go to the library, Mommy!" and "Mommy, I'm glad George Bush lives far away from here."

Anyhow, sorry for the lack of posting. I'm busy looking for starfish.

Update:
Doesn't she look thrilled? Give the child a starfish and all you get back is attitude. Pajamas, ice cream, and television is sounding better by the minute.