Kelly and the Big Boys

The Beach, A Giant Wet Sandbox

I wanted to take the time to write some engaging narrative about the weekend Sam and I spent with Kelly and her boys, wanted to sit down and remember the moments and record everything, wanted to burn the images of Sammy following and copying "the big boys" into my brain, wanted to try to recreate the laughter and pure joy we all experienced when Sammy tried to wake Zack and Josh by yelling "Cock-a-doo" into their bedroom at 9am, wanted to savor the moments we shared with Kelly over delicious fresh food prepared by our gourmet chef friend, wanted to write about the sun and sand and water and play at the county park beach, wanted to try to capture the joy we all felt watching sammy learn to throw a frisbee with Zack or running in and out of the big boys bedroom to spy on them.

Sam likes to do whatever the big boys do, whether it makes sense or not.

But time has not been on my side this week. Blame it on my crazy work load. Blame it on Sammy's later-and-later bedtime. (Note I said "bedtime" and not "sleep time." There is an ever-increasing distance between these two things lately.) Blame it on my desire to collapse on the couch and get back to Nancy Botwin and her friends from Weeds, Season 3 every night after Sam is in bed.

Sam and Josh play keepaway with the koosh ball

And so, before we enter into another weekend in which I'm sure we'll create more moments I'll want to remember, I share these pictures and Sammy's statement about the weekend as we headed home on Monday morning:

"I like Kelly. I sad. I miss Kelly. When go Kelly's house?"

Kelly's yummy mango daiquiris