The Three Musketeers!

This year the boys and I departed from our usual Jersey Shore vacation and took a cruise to Canada. It was exciting and terrifying all at the same time. I know Canada is not exactly a far away land, but when you are traveling with your life in tow (and no one else to rely on) your role as parent and protector takes on new meaning. I brought enough medicine to treat a small village and checked every hour, on the hour to make sure I hadn't lost our passports. Despite my anxiety, we quickly settled in and had the time of our lives.

While eating in the fancy dining room one night we decided we should give our adventurous threesome a name. We talked about famous threesomes we knew of ... the three blind mice; the three little pigs; the three stooges; the three kings. We laughed about each one since they all applied at different times during our week at sea, but in the end we settled on: The Three Musketeers.

And now gentlemen, all for one, one for all - that is our motto, is it not?
― Alexandre Dumas, The Three Musketeers

 

Namaste!

A sunrise yoga class with Aunt Sam. I can't imagine a better way to start a day in the Outer Banks.

 

I honor that place in you where the whole Universe resides. And when I am in that place in me and you are in that place in you, there is only one of us.

I'm Losing Count

After a very long wait, Wil's baby teeth are now falling out in droves! His front two, in just the last two weeks and now another one has begun to wiggle.  He loves sticking his tongue in the gap and looking in the mirror to see how his smile has changed.  I love that he looks a little younger, but I certainly won't tell him that!

This smile brought to you by Becky.