Things You Thought You'd Never See . . .

Angelic Jill.


Tiki eating Justin.


Jill kissing Tiki.


Oh, have you met my husband, the pimp?


Jill fully clothed and completely drenched at the Polynesian Cultural Center.


Jill having a blast in a helicopter.


Justin getting Jill in the deep blue sea!


Jill in a kayak!! in the ocean!!


Jill in an Anne Geddes Photo.


. . . and finally . . . Jill going on a zipline - yes, I am a goober.
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THINGS THAT DON'T REALLY SURPRISE YOU . . .

Gorgeous black sand beach on Maui.


Justin swinging on a tarzan vine in the rain forest.


Justin getting "poo stains" on his pants . . .

. . . like every day of the trip.


The humidity doing wonders for Jill's skin.
Beautiful scenery in Kauai.

The natural born surfer.


Justin playing "shoot 'em up!" at Pearl Harbor.


Justin showing off his skills on the rope swing.


Beautiful beach in Oahu.

Just for the Record

Just for the record . . . I'm not pregnant - - - not that I'm trying to be either. It was a relatively routine blood test. Nothing weird. :)

Bowen the Sniper

Do you think anyone was scared of us on the way home from the dollar store?

Blood Test - This One goes Out to You Ms. JMD . . . You Know Who You Are

I've been a bit of an anti-blogger lately. Okay, I realize that's an understatment, and I'm going to be better. I'm even going to put some of our Hawaii pics on here. . . eventually. But, I thought I put down one of Bowen's latest . . .

I had to get my blood drawn the other day and Bowen was coming with me. I told him it would be kind of cool and he could watch if he wanted but he didn't have to. He was very inquisitive about why they were taking my blood. I had to explain that the doctors test and look closely at your blood to learn things about your body. He then proceded to tell me that they wouldn't even have to take blood out of Great Grandpa's arm because you can already see it! Justin's Grandpa is 88 and apparently Bowen has taken note of his transparent skin. Good thing it will save him from all those blood draws!

Future Life of Crime

Bowen and I were driving in the car yesterday when he informed me that I needed to go faster. I told him I was going the speed limit and couldn't go faster because I didn't want to get a ticket. His response was, "Well Mom, don't you just have any money right now?" Apparently he thinks you can simply go as fast as you would like as long as you have the money to pay for it. Hopefully he doesn't have a future in bribing the police! Hmmm, could this have anything to do with the speeding ticket Daddy got while Bowen was in the car?

The Opportunity

Bowen certainly has his issues and drives me crazy more often than not. Gratefully, he has a very sweet side to him that just melts my heart and keeps me from sending him home with the gypsies. (Just in case someone reading this does not catch me sarcastic sense of humor, I would never actually give my child away to anyone -- unless he was being really naughty. Again, I'm not serious.) For the last several months, every time Bo would say a meal prayer or family prayer he would say, "we are thankful for the opportunity" or, "please bless the opportunity." That was it, not the opportunity for anything, just the opportunity. It became an ongoing joke between Justin and I, and we would always look at each other and smile each time he'd say "the opportunity."

Several weeks ago, much to our relief, Justin's grandpa was removed from an awful and potentially dangerous situation. Without fail, every prayer Bowen now says includes, "please bless the opportunity that Grandpa R can be safe." It is so sweet, it absolutely melts my heart every time. It is interesting how "clued-in" he is to things that are going on around him, because we are all so thankful for the "opportunity that Grandpa R can be safe." This is why I can still call him Precious Pants, even through all the mischief.

Hot Dogs

Bowen: Mom, I like the hot dogs at Grandma's house.
Mom: What do you like about Grandma's hot dogs?
Bowen: (As he feels a big scab on his knee) Well, they are kind of like my scabs.

FYI: Grandma always fries his hot dogs in a pan, I always warm them in the microwave. Now I know, he likes hot dogs with frying pan scabs on them. Grandma's sometimes do know best!