The summer period is the most difficult and joyful year. Sa comes to holidays and vacations for a multi-ethnic extended family means: take the calendar in hand and begin to deal with as a pass to the creatures' best summer possible. So
between races and moving, I managed to do some beach time. Now, I write purely for therapeutic purposes the election day.
Wake up at seven, spending between 7:45 and 8:45. Creatures awakening at 9:15 am, Breakfast creatures, talks with the largest having to wash in the manner of going to the beach, the topic of discussion is: just go with the indexes moistened eyes, brush their teeth and skip the bidet and sleep in a bathing suit?
Cleanup of the smallest that after so many smack (remember the kisses with the gloss on the diary to school?) Overflowing with diapers on the marble floor, complete the work by washing with milk because it encouraged the use of cup (not that of the process because we can not identify the time of expulsion, and then place it in the jar-time)
Stage incrematura. While Beloved is launches into an imitation of Tinky Winky of the Teletubbies, I pretend to make the years, Yups! I wonder what it means: "having sex" and we try to give an adequate answer to the age and the small increments that meanwhile the eel escapes as smell when the New Year.
And while we smeared with cream flavored with strawberry 50 protection, which turns white and pink has a waterproof, I start to sweat because I had the idea of \u200b\u200bsticking Merovigli swimsuit that covers what a waxing done at home six in the morning failed to do well and I begin with an explanation like, "Love .. sex is when two words are to short .. well mom wants ..."," but only a man and a woman can do? "Of course .. in fact be a great thing, you need to have children ...." But you did when you were young? "" Be short, but you must love ...."
"Mom come on! You gotta love before, but maybe even after you quit.
"But you know Yups! Life is made of this and that and that other word again .... you know when you're young you think .., but the sweetness, be prepared .... So when you grow up , a girl, your wife ...." - Mammaaaaaa shut up I do not feel the cartoons.
10:25 am desperately searching for the keys from his pocket. Jack's love of mother do you play the keys? - "Adai a thud, bia! Bia! Quaqua! Me acca by uh uh, ah pum theta ua drink .... Grandma. "Amoree !!!!! I can not find the keys and Jack seem to know something. Why this child takes the subtitles?
10.45 am, emptied the basket dirty stuff retrieve the keys, I now know from strawberry sweat, this will certainly aspects of questions relating to applications for Yups!
The Beloved close ranks and alle11. 00 are at the beach.
Bath. Construction sand castle mouthful of sand, shower. Then I see the Beloved rub the leg of Jack in the sand, referring to phantom dogs Other than dogs, hunting, and Jack and literally ran away from the panty bathroom, leaving a very small inside track, stuff from CSI. Beloved and I look at us with a moment of terror, no dog enters the beach pussy, then you need to find the body of the crime and away with the paddle to try to recover the poo of the angels. When we find between a hut and the other for luck is only sprinkling of sand and we can isolate it and throw in a bag in the trash.
11.45 am, I came home with the baby, while Yups herself to a bath of an hour, I eat, eat and return home Yups by return mail back to the beach with him that I planted the muzzle because we eaten at home and not on the beach. Now, me and the Beloved, we looked at in face 5 minutes, we went looking for a hunt, we are in a fragrant strawberry embarrassingly similar to the morning after a week we want to faint. As the two embraced as the rowdy sleep Ringo Boys, think what a beautiful day ....
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