Shark Week

I planned to actually put up my Shark Week post during Shark Week, but you know how that goes. Anthony didn't understand my excitement. It's not like it's Christmas or a birthday, and I can't even say how many shows I got to watch since I was so busy, but this has so much nostalgia attached to it. My mom and I have been watching Shark Week for TWENTY YEARS, PEOPLE. That's a long time. And we would get all giddy and watch gruesome shark attack victims talk about their stories, and we'd discuss our fears time and time again. We'd freak each other out and constantly say, "whoa, did you see that?! Oh, did you see the woman who got attacked on yesterday's episode?!.." and on and on.

This is exciting because it's one of the traditions that I can hopefully continue with Anthony. There are so many he probably won't want to do that I had shared with my mom because they'll be "girly". But Shark Week has something for everyone! And I can't believe that Big Anthony didn't even know what Shark Week was or that it existed until we met. What planet has he been living on?! I'm glad he could step into the light, hehe!

I got the little man decked out for Shark Week, but he couldn't concentrate on holding the little shark (from his bath toys) while there was a camera around. That's right, he's got a shark onesie on, and that's not the only one he owns :)










Last Thursday, Auntie-Cousin Samantha came over, and we went out to Leander to go swimming. We were pretty pooped when we got back, and I ended up being a total lobster even though I had 50 sunblock on. WHAT?! Yes. And I'd like to note for the record that Samantha is laying on a pile of diapers :)











Son, drinking and driving is not cool. Not cool.