Off to Camp

Milly slept until after 9:00 today, still recovering from her birthday sleepover party. That or she suddenly turned into a teenager at the age of 10. She usually wake sup much earlier. In fact, I’m pretty sure this is the latest she’s ever slept, and she might have slept longer if I hadn’t gone into her room and told her she was leaving in a couple hours. Leaving meant going to a week-long overnight summer camp for the week. I wanted to take her to get a bite to eat before I saw her off, so we stopped at Sonic (her request) then headed over to Port City Community Church to drop her off. We checked in, dropped off the …

Wrightsville Beach Cleanup Day

Milly’s school planned a beach cleanup day at Wrightsville Beach for today. I didn’t say anything to Milly about it originally because I wasn’t going to have her today, but circumstances did give me Milly from last night to today and Milly mentioned to me a few days ago that she wanted to go help out, so I took her to that this morning after getting Fawkes and Phoenix up and changed. There weren’t a ton of people and they generally scattered in all directions to scour the beach for trash, but her teacher was there so the two of them walked down the beach and picked up what they could find. I, perhaps somewhat selfishly, took the opportunity to …

Griffin’s First Few Weeks

A quick recap of the last three weeks since Griffin was born. As I said, my dad came the weekend after he was born. I was going to mow the lawn at one point- it was desperately needed- but it started to rain as soon as I was about to crank up the mower. Dad took care of it for me while I was at the hospital. Dad and I took Fawkes and Phoenix for a walk down Forest Hills I think the Saturday Tristen and Griffin came home. That was Easter weekend. Dad went to the Catholic church on Wrightsville Beach because he likes that one despite there being closer ones to our house. We had a family get-together …

Here Comes Griffin!

Editor’s note: I had promised to write this right after the previous post, but alas, even while this page has remained open in my web browser, three weeks have passed. Three very busy weeks. Last night, a Tuesday night, Tristen went to Target with Torrie and the boys. When she got back and was feeding them, I looked over at her and she looked just absolutely beat. Starting the previous night I think, she would stop now and then and just breathe very deeply. I kept asking her if she was alright, or I’d ask if she’s about to have the baby. Having never gotten this far in a pregnancy or experienced any real contractions, and it being two weeks …