sam and cooper.

3rd cousins.

relation doesn't really matter when you are 3 and 2.

what does matter is a shared love for big ipods,

little einsteins,

running on the beach,

feeding birds bread,

and oreo pudding cake.

sam summed it up on the way home,

i had fun at that party with my new friend.

 

 

i don't feel good.

what's the matter?

i just sad.

why?

carlie..yeave me ayone!

typical...

caring big brother.

trying to make the littlest feel better.

the littlest sad because his friends left the playground.

he can't put that into words yet.

he says he just doesn't feel well

and wants to be left alone.

charlie takes his abuse though...

and keeps coming back for more.

 

sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

i have 8 shots,

just from tonight,

with it poking out.

if his arm or leg is in motion,

if he is reading,

or concentrating on a drawing,

it is out.

i don't know how he hasn't bitten it off yet.

his dad still has his.

pop pop still had his.

it is the elliott task tongue..

endearing as long as it lasts.

 

we took a break from cleaning the garage when the mail came.

he sat for 20 minutes.

under the oak.

in the shade.

finding letters.

counting flowers.

looking for his favorite color(blue) on all of the pages. 

preschool at its finest...

elliott style.

 

they were up to 1 am the night before.

woke up at 7 am.

of course.

at the beach by 10 am.

momma needed her coffee.

played in the waves.

i sat.

ran around playing catch.

i watched.

played football.

i participated...kind of.

swam to the sand bar to look at dolphins.

too cold for me.

then we headed to lunch at pop's...

where we had to wait 20 minutes for a table.

i was so tired i wanted to cry.

these two,

the littlest of the bunch,

just sat,

and played,

and waited.

not one peep,

or whine.

just entertained themselves,

in the shells.

either content or

completely exhausted.

don't really care which...

they were just good.