Celebrating Marine Style

February 12, 2019

The morning of Cullen’s 5th birthday:

Cullen: “Momma do I look bigger today?”

Me: “You look waaay bigger.”

Cullen: “Do I sound different?

Me: “Hmmmm?” I was stalling, my brain spinning, wondering if he wanted the answer to be “Yes” or “No“. Cos a wrong answer could piss this birthday boy off for the rest of the day. And no Momma wants that kind of blood on her hands. Luckily he jumped in with a follow up question before I could answer.

Cullen: “Listen to me speak. I think I sound like Keane now. I have lots of words, see, and I can say them really fast.

Me: “Oh my god, you’re right. You sound very grown up

Cullen: “But I still can’t make pancakes by myself yet, cos my skin will melt if it gets too close to the flames, but I can help you make me shark pancakes for my birthday.

Me: “That sounds like a plan.

And after a breakfast of pancakes, it was off to the Georgia Aquarium to make this 5 year olds marine life, shark obsessed dreams come true.

As we waited for all of his little friends to gather, Cullen and his fellow shark obsessed friend, Bryson can’t take their eyes off the sea anemone.

All friends present and its off for a little behind the scenes tour of the aquarium.

Being very good listeners and picking your nose is part of the privileges that go along with being the birthday boy.

They’ve spotted something amazing.

When you’re distracted but the stitching style of your birthday t-shirt.

Premier viewing of the stingrays.

I’m going to go ahead and call this a “Family Photo”, cos there’s a Momma, Daddy, Keane (there in the background), & Cullen (there in the foreground) present.

Our aquarium guide brought a sample of the food they feed to the stingrays and whale sharks, and the boys was instantly obsessed.

Cullen took one of the fish and insisted on walking around showing it to everyone.

Keane and his friend Noah in deep conversation about something.

One of 4 whale sharks we got to see close up.

The excitement.

The boys got to see a baby zebra shark, doing what all baby’s do, sleeping.

The clown fish (or more commonly known as Nemo fish) nursery.

Behind the scenes tour complete, it was onto the party room, to party.

Cake!

Treats!

But first, a little crafting.

Party hat on, its time to blow out some candles.

Unbeknownst to us, the aquarium baked Cullen a cake. And we brought our own cake. So this lucky boy ended up with 2 cakes!

All the effort needed to blow our 5 blazing candles.

Full of sugar.

Checking out their gift bags.

Shark water guns for everyone. Big hit!

Post party and its back to exploring the aquarium.

Cullen and his friend Ashton mesmerized by the sharks and fishes.

Cullen Is 5!

February 10, 2019

Happy Birthday to my youngest boy, Cullen. We’ve had quite the day celebrating with sharks and fishes and all of his little friends. This Momma is done for the night. Party pics will have to wait til later. In the mean time, Cullen in all his 5 year old glory.

The Big Dig

February 7, 2019

Nothing brings more joy to a man (at least the man I’m married to), then using miniature construction equipment for a digging project. And nothing brings more joy to his kids, then watching Daddy dig deep holes and also create big piles of dirt. The kids and I actually had other plans last Saturday, but those were suddenly no longer of interest when Daddy showed up with this little beastie digger. The boys were into it and not by choice, I became into it. But my equipment was of a more basic/primitive nature. I was given a shovel and instructed to dig until I found the gas pipe. But under no circumstances was I to burst said gas pipe. That would be bad. I was just to dig until I located it, then mark it so he could avoid it with his more modern, less labor intensive digger. With every shovel full of dug up soil, the frustration and shoulder ache put a major spotlight on the sheer unfairness of the division of labor. Mine was all manual, his lots of comfort with minimum physical effort. I don’t really consider pushing a few joy sticks around a lot of physical effort. But the frustration fueled my effort and by God did I find that gas pipe. Once found I tossed the shovel aside, pounded my chest in King Kong style victory and told The Husband to find himself another gobshite wife for any of his future digging needs. But the kids had fun and it wasn’t exactly a bad day to be outside.

Into The Woods

February 3, 2019

One minute they’re telling us to prepare for snow, the next we’re basking in the warm and toasty winter sunshine. Thats how February goes in this part of the world. This weekend we took full advantage of the sunshine and headed off into the woods. Cullen brought his bestie, Henry and together the boys climbed, hunted for bugs, kicked and threw rocks, leaves and sticks, played ocean creatures at the creek, slipped into the creek repeatedly and scooted fallen tree trunks. The basically ticked all the boxes on “how to be a kid”. So forget Disneyland, just go into the woods! Membership is free and open to all.

The Snow, Was A No-Show

January 31, 2019

The weather this week has been all over the place. Tuesday the boys were given a “Snow Day” cos all weekend long and into Monday the weather reports were preparing us for the mother of all snow falls. I did a massive food shop Monday evening just in case we were house bound for several days, nobody would starve. The boys were beyond giddy when I picked them up from school Monday afternoon. The teachers had informed them that snow was on the way and before bedtime that night, they had the snow clothes, the snow boots, the hats and gloves ready to go. But guess what? The fecking snow, was a no-show. Not a flake in sight. All day we watched and waited. Busying ourselves with board games, play dough making and constructing caves out of blankets. We refreshed the weather app several times, willing the mother of all snow falls to show herself, but eventually we had to concede. Snow was not coming. Not this day or any day for the rest of the week. So we headed off to the gym to run wild on all the gym equipment.

But look at this, a couple of weekends ago there we were, enjoying a warmish sunny day at the lake. Taking our Rocket Fishing Rods that Grandma got the boys for Christmas for a test drive.

These rods are like fishing weapons. You load the hook and fishing line, then you shoot.

Trying to improve their fish catching chances by setting up on the dock.

Patiently waiting.

Cullen is momentarily distracted, checking out his leg tan.

Nothing happening on the dock, so we decide to take the boat out.

Dexter basking in the warm sun and water breeze.

We didn’t end up catching any fish, but we had a lot of fun trying.