One of the best things about our move to Florida is our close proximity to the beach. We can drive a few miles and be at the beach- a real beach. One with water that is clear enough to see the bottom of the ocean and water warm enough to not give you cold chills as soon as you step into it. And the kids love it. Actually, love it might just be an understatement. Alden wakes up everyday demanding "beach! beach!" and Eleanor starts to squeal as soon as we put her bathing suit on. And Zachary- that's a whole 'nother ball game- he has now decided that he is going to be professional surfer, open a surf shop, and love at the beach the rest of his life. As someone who liked the beach growing up, I had kind of had a falling out with it in the past few years. I mean, you likes grainy sand and cold ocean water- plus wearing a bathing suit. But watching Eleanor crawling towards to ocean like a baby turtle has renewed my love of the beach. What can be more fun that walking along the beach after a big storm with your pants rolled up because you decided to make a spur-of-the-moment trip to the beach to try to find shells. Zachary
picking up the flat shells and trying to skip them across the water, Alden trying to go as deep into the surf as possible without getting in trouble, Eleanor tied on my back and kicking my ribs with excitement every time a wave comes crashing in, the sight of Justin with his pants rolled up to his knees trying to find a sand dollar. Some days, I think, life just doesn't get any better than this. Well, if they served margaritas on the beach, it might...
Me: "Alden, who do you love?"
Alden: "Uh, I wuv Nelnor."
Me: "You love Eleanor? Who else do you love?"
Alden: "Uh, I wuv Zackwee."
Me: "You love Zachary? Who else do you love?"
Alden: "Uh, I wuv Aldeen."
At least he has high self-esteem.
So I've wanted to start a blog for months now but couldn't think of a good title. Lame reason, I know, but if I am going to do a blog, by God, I am going to do it right. That includes a snappy title. Unfortunately, a snappy title never came to me in my sleep (and I am too darn forgetful to try to think of one during the day) so here it is- the Wilson 5 Chronicles. Nothing too cool, just what it is. A chance for me to write about us and what goes on in this little piece of chaos we call home. So for anyone reading who doesn't know why there is a 5 after that snappy name up in the title- here is a rundown of us. Justin (husband and dad) works in management for a company that makes robots and likes to talk about cars- All.The.Time., Amy (me!) stays at home and eats cookies while watching soap operas and occasionally yelling at her kids to put the pirate swords down before someone loses an eye, Zachary is 7 and likes baseball, Batman and dreaming of hitting the pro-surfing tour, Alden is 2 and likes Cars (the movie but also cars-the toys you pour out of the basket as soon as they are picked up) and trains (or choo-choo cranes as he calls them) and Eleanor is 1 and likes to pretend she can't walk unless you leave the room, then she walks all over the place because she is not about to let her walking schedule be dictated by the Man.
So there you have it- a brief intro to us. I don't really have an expectations for this blog- I just thought it would be fun to get some of my random thoughts out of my head before I lose them and never find them.
picking up the flat shells and trying to skip them across the water, Alden trying to go as deep into the surf as possible without getting in trouble, Eleanor tied on my back and kicking my ribs with excitement every time a wave comes crashing in, the sight of Justin with his pants rolled up to his knees trying to find a sand dollar. Some days, I think, life just doesn't get any better than this. Well, if they served margaritas on the beach, it might...
