morbid humor

i laugh at my kids.

no really, i do. i'm not kidding. and i don't mean some simple, little, giggle at their silly antics. i mean bust up laughing, double over, slap the thigh, roarin' laughter. you'd think there's sommething wrong with me for being like this, but if you were there, you'd have busted up, too. we'd be laughin' buddies.

we spent a day at Bellows Beach today. its a gorgeous beach. talk about pristine paradise! seriously this is where they get all those post cards from HI. the beach is about a mile long with a light, sandy beach and water that's the definition of turquoise. in all of its beautiful shades. this beach is fabulous in that 30 feet out my oldest can still touch. the waves are minimal with a slight blurp thrown in now and then. its a load of fun.

in the midst of that tranquility there are my boys. squealing and laughing as they romp in the water and waves. it's definitely a day to remember. especially the first time bubsy took a roll. it makes me laugh even now just picturing it, i wish you could've seen it, you'd know why i'm so awful.

there's something about watching your kid tumble in the waves, come up blowing saltwater snot rockets, gurgling from the whole event and lookin' like the raging bull who just saw the red flag. i think he actually cursed the wave out in his big boy manner ... finger pointing, arms flailing, speaking to the wave, "don't do that! i'm leaving you!" and with that he stalked off up the beach to seek refuge on a towle in the sun. i'm thinking that looking up to find me bursting with laughter really didn't help the situation. just a guess.

maybe he'll laugh at it down the road. maybe not. either way, it'll hit my funny bone for as long as i have memory. poor booger, waves are MEAN. and mommy's? yeah, sometimes we are worse ;)