Boss at the Beach

If we are at the beach, why the glum faces?? Well, this is the last day at the beach. To quote the Boss, "Oh no." Actually, here he is ignoring me as I tell him to march his tooty-ta back to the beach house. You know if you can't see someone, they can't see you. So, technically you don't have to do what they say, right?

They played with cousins....yes, even Boss cleared his schedule for some cousin time.

But, let's not go crazy. Boss does have his standards, sorry aunty!

In the end, the beach was a winner. The girls never left the water, Boss bossed the hose at the pool and commandeered every toy on the beach...his or not. Sorry, the whole beach was his. What was I thinking! This vacation was a winner. Now if he could just figure out how to get some cows on that beach. Hmmm...

I think I need those toys, people!

What does a Boss do anyway????

As you sit around pondering the questions of the universe, you might be asking yourself, "Just what does a Boss do all day?" My grandmother said she could watch him all day. "Seriously!? Watch him do what?"

Well, today is your lucky day! After stalking the little man across our acre lot in the summer heat, I have uncovered the answer. I present to you "Forty Minutes in the Life of Boss."

Of course after all that activity, you need a clean-up crew. 

Thank you Queen!

Then you move inside for more fun...

P.S. What does a Boss do when he finds out he's going to the beach?

Summer is...

As the days slip by...no who am I kidding. I'm on an out of control merry-go-round! Craziness is everywhere and the Boss is running the show.

Our neighbor picked the blackberries. Boss ate the blackberries. At least the neighbor was a good sport.

That same neighbor was having a spend the night for her daughter. The Queen was invited, we weren't. (Probably because of the blackberries.) So WE got ice cream. I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM, WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM!!

Boss thought the Monkey's work needed a little help. Where was she you might ask?

She might have been here plotting global domination, or...

She might be practicing for....something. Only she knows.

I did manage to organize another room with the Boss's help or lack of help. His idea of helping and my idea of helping don't always match.

And the House Taming Continues...

So, this week we tackled the girls' room and the playroom. It is amazing what you can find in the hidden corners of a girl's room. I finally discovered where that stinky feet smell was coming from, and it scared me. After gasping, sighing, and shaking my head, I issued a new set of commandments for their domicile and moved to the playroom. Reflecting on the frightening situation I just left, I considered hiring an architect.

Or maybe not...

So I tackled the room myself.

And still had time to take in a show.

The Monkey and The Queen take to the stage!