Bocce Ball in 7 Quick Takes
It’s been too long, Jen & crew! I’m back. Quick taking it. In seven. Really it’s all about the bocce ball.
So go here to Bridget talking about taming the toddler instead.
Or here to Christy and see what she’s been reading.
Britt made pecan pie muffins. I just died from joy.
Speaking of death by food, did you know Laurel had a food blog???
Back to bocce ball game from h-e-double hockey sticks.
My dad plays it every late afternoon with the old geezers in the neighborhood. But when the owner of the set leaves town, he is the keeper. Enter: my children who watch the guys play now get to play. It’s intense. She wants to measure. He wants to measure. He wants both pagnigno (spelling whatever) balls. Imagine their reactions. Imagine the croc tears.
More fighting. I wish I could say his pained expression is fake.
So much more where that came from.
She takes off. With the yellow ball. Her fav. Her coveted. Her precious.
Insert Gollum here.
And he wins. He beat himself. Record, really.
Those lovely blueberry bushes? Didn’t produce a da*n blueberry this year. We need to recheck our acidity in the soil.
Did that sound like I know what I’m talking about? Because I don’t. But overhead AA telling my dad that.
She was thoroughly unimpressed.
It had all started as such a love fest, sprinkled with screamfighting, and ended with threats of no books before naps if they didn’t hop-to. I’m sure my neighbors are horrified by how loudly I talkthreaten my children. Except le bebe. He’s happy camper in da sling.
That’s your tale of bocce. In seven takes. And I finally joined instagram. You there?
One more of me & le bebe AKA Mr. Perfect.
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“Insert Gollum here.” Perfect toddler description.
And Nell, I love that photo of you and the kiddos.
My sister is my photog–poor lady. Always getting roped into it!!
Oh my gosh, this is so funny! Their faces in #2 & #3! Oh, how I wish the fall weather would come faster to the Southwest.
Their faces! Their “grit”! Their baby angst! Oh it is so beautiful out–but at least you have mild winters. Ours are truly 6 months. Yeeesh.
Wise words about the helicopter parenting. I know that I have prided myself before for being so hip and free-range when really it’s just me being distracted. Most of the time super young kids do need a keen eye.
You’re so right, Anna. It’s a dumb pride thing!!
Just found your etsy shop through Kendra Tierney – I love it! Gorgeous stuff.
Kendra is so kind! As are you. Welcome 🙂
I’m glad you’re on Instagram! One more awesome mama for me to follow.
They’re so funny! And I love all their hats!
Thanks for the link, love!
Isn’t it cold up there too?? XO
That sad, scrunchy face your son makes…I’m pretty sure I’ve seen that on your brother before. hehe. 🙂 It is so funny to see how the genes make their way around.
Those pics of you and your kiddos are precious! Wish warm hat weather would arrive here soon. (We’re still in the 80s during the day.)
And thanks for the shout-out!
HAHA he is totally his uncle’s godson!!! You seriously want hat weather? Are you crazy!?!!?! It’ll be cold here for 6 months. No joke.