LBI how I love thee.



The Severtson boys coming in. Sleepy Sam.



Ben just laggin behind, as usual.



Can you believe the majesty of it all?



Wonderous. Noah so small. The world so big.



Sweet Jake.

And sweet beauty all around.

Thank You Lord for Your beautiful handiwork.

He saw that it was GOOD. Gen 1:10

Whenever I feel I need to clean, I cook.

I hate cleaning and I stink at it.

I cook to feel productive, even though it makes a bigger mess. Hey...At least I'm doing something around the house, I try to reason with myself.

At this very moment I am gazing upon a mountain of empty dishes, a dirty cutting board, an empty mayo jar and more various mess on my counter. Yuck.

I just feel the need to do Something, so I cook and produce delicious enjoyment for my family of growing boys and one hungry man. And he IS a hungry man. I think I appease his need for a decently clean home by providing yummy foods on his table. Its a give/take sort of thing.

Now HE is a cleaner. He can blow through a room and straigten within an inch of his life, but only if he's motivated. That's the catch, finding things to motivate the cleaning whirlwind within my man.

Maybe a wonderful version of my grandma's potato salad would do the trick, or, better yet, a pan of gooey brownies.

I'd better get back into that kitchen!!

My 4 year old just asked us:

How will we get to heaven?

Hmmm...so many ideas, but how to answer? Jesus will come and take us there, Josh said.

I think we will get in an airplane and fly up to the clouds and then go to heaven. was Noah's response. :)

I think heaven is alot farther than the clouds so Jesus will just have to come and get us. I said.

He's gonna run really really fast. Noah said with giant eyes.

Are you ready?

There's just no place like it!

home sweet home.

So true.

Finally a place my boys can destroy and conquer without restrictions. Sam can cry and nobody will be disturbed. Ben can whine and I can yell accordingly. Jake can try to pee pee on his potty and noone will care (but me) if he misses and gets it all over my floor! Noah can be his bossy ole self and they can fight without getting on some grandparents nerve.

Ahhh yes. home sweet home.

Free reign once again. But no more grandmas to be hugged by...no more aunts to have good heart to hearts with...no more Pop Pop to give grief to.

Home sweet home.

I guess every trip has it's ups and downs. And the trip home has the down of missing every one I love and have left for another year.

Til next summer....

LBI 09

So here we are at LBI and enjoying every moment of it.

Especially the moment when my G.G. (that's Great Grandma to my kids)discovered her formerly pillow top bed was now a 'water' bed. Oops.

Seems that a toilet overflowed from upstairs and had the audacity to drip on her bed! How rude!!!

But thankfully it was considerate enough to only deposit clean water on her resting place.

She's going to doll herself up regardless...she doesn't let a little toilet drip mess with her beauty routine.
Besides that, there has been little to no excitement. Which is just the way we like it here at LBI. There have been late nights playing Sequence
and singing 70's ballads at the tops of our lungs, not so lazy days digging in the sand trying to protect castles from the waves coming to overtake them, and short shopping trips to find risque greeting cards. I'd say that this has been a wildly wonderful beach vacation.




Wish you were here!

I've been considering starting a little bloggy for a while now, but am just now getting around to it.

Unfortunately for you readers (all 3 of you, and you know who you are) I am very tired at the moment and am likely to say something embarassing to myself (and to you for that matter).

For example I could end up telling you all about how I have gas at this moment, or how my leg keeps twitching from RLS, or something equally ridiculous, but I won't. Instead I'll begin with the basics.

On second thought, I won't.

If you're reading this you already know who I am so I'll just conclude with:

Thank you for reading this horrible blog. I love you deeply and dearly.

A prize for your trouble:

That's lil Jakey on the phone. LOVE that cutey.

p.s. this is just a fun little trial so don't be discouraged....tomorrows will be better.