The Beesley Blog

Life has been hectic, alright? Plus, the spacebar on my keyboard sucks, which makes me hate typing. Plus, if you don’t have anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all.

Life in the Beesley household is at a fever pitch. Bridal season is in full swing for Colleen, not for me. Well, for me, too, I suppose. There are wedding dresses everywhere. Colleen and I, both, regularly dream about wedding dresses.

Then compound wedding season with working for a company in bankruptcy, going through major philosophical changes in business practices, downsizing to the point of nearly cutting our extremities off at the knees and elbows, and having morale as low as it can possibly be and that leads to a pretty stressed me. Doesn’t really make me feel like writing.

But, I come home and I see these cute little faces and everything is (almost) just perfectly fine. I’m trying not to sugarcoat that one, they are pains in the bootie, but they do it while being tremendously cute. They say the most amazing things, they do the most amazing things, they think the most amazing things, they are the most amazing things to look at. I just want to come home (most of the time) and just squeeze them.

I took the kids up to the cabin this weekend to avoid the 100 degree of Raleigh, a few thousand feet up and we’re, miraculously, twenty degrees cooler. Hours upon hours of riding bikes, building tents, watching movies, blowing bubbles, that’s what my weekend entailed.

A CONVERSATION WITH VIOLET

The other day at bedtime, Violet says, “I have ants on my legs. They itch.”

I look at her legs, there are no ants. I respond, “There’s no ants on your legs, it’s all in your head.”

Violet pauses for a brief moment and says, “I have ants in my head?”

A CONVERSATION WITH MASON

Mason looking out the front window, spots a bottle of bubbles, screams “BUBBLES! BUBBLES! BUBBLES!”

Twenty minutes later, still screaming, “BUBBLES! BUBBLES! BUBBLES!”

We had a good weekend, thanks for asking. And you?

Saturday I got to visit with an old friend from high school. Sunday we got to go to the cabin. And Monday, we made tents in the living room. Somewhere along the way I made a chocolate cream pie.

The birthday stone ritual:

Grown up Mason (sorry, Mason, about the helmet head):

Chocolate Cream Pie:

Cabin pictures:

The blog posts have become stale. I think it’s my mood. I don’t feel like I should bring anything up, it’s all so depressing. So, I just post pictures of the kids.

I could tell you about the company I work for, but that’s depressing…

I could tell you about the plans for my attic, but that’s depressing. I got a quote today for about $20,000, which is about $10,000 more than I thought it was going to be…

I could tell you about preschool, but that’s over for the year… The kids had a good year, but it’s always over too soon.

Mason is stinking cute.

I need a new camera.

Violet got a bike for her birthday…

Well, since we’ve last talked…

Violet turned four. Here she is seen with her BEST friend, Emily:

Our neighbors had a tree fall in their driveway, what you don’t see is the Audi that was underneath when the tree fell:

There was field day at preschool. Sadly, next week is the last week of preschool for a while… Mason held a baby chicken:

Moon sand is evil:

Good day.

Crazy…

He always smiles, except right after his nap in the afternoon.

This picture was after a little romp outdoors with Violet where she doused him with the water hose. Notice the curly hair and the lack of clothing.