This Joy’s Life

@iheartlollipops talking about you on my blog. RT @joyluck New blog post: Seahurst Beach Fun http://bit.ly/b17BqA

When I think of going to the beach, I think hot sun and sand. Not so with the beaches out here in B-town (greater Seattle), but any time I go to the beach it still feels like a getaway so I’m trying to go more often. Especially since we have 3 beaches within a 5 minute drive of the house and many, many more that are 20 mins or less. It’s a crime not to in the summer!

On our way, we stopped at the local consignment shop, Lollipops, to buy some boy swim trunks for the girls to get wet and dirty in.  Clara enjoyed finding neat rocks on the beach and collecting or tossing them in the water at her whim.  Sydney enjoyed putting neat rocks in her mouth.  She did not enjoy mom taking them out.

See it all for yourself:

#tweetyourmiles 1000. okay no, but short at the soccer game meant Joy was running like a chicken sans head and you know that had to hurt.

Clara: I heard two trucks when I was sleeping this morning and I thought, “When am I going to get up?” I love how a 4 yr old’s mind works.

#tweetyourmiles 2.64 mile (11:42 m/m) run followed by a 2.4 mile bike ride. boo-ya-kasha!

When someday Clara & Syd describe me as “an understanding mother, even though she was a cow” a la “Ferdinand”, my job here will be done.

@joyluck76 thanks you kindly, Doug! RT douglasingram @joyluck congrats on the new biz. Good luck and great pieces. #talented

#tweetyourmiles soccer game tonight, well matched until the opposition went all fight club on us. ref gave 3 red cards & cut the game short.

Creating a sleeping porch (by putting a spare trundle and mattress on the back deck) is hands down the best thing I’ve done all summer.

This is one of the best descriptions of how our dreams should look that I’ve ever read:

“I decided that I would not put my dreams away in a drawer, I wanted to do a little fighting for them first. If they ever end up in a drawer they are going to look like a battle worn flag, scarred and charred, and torn apart from fighting.”

From the fellow over there pacing the panic room, Ryan Marshall.  LIKE!