Choochy & Charlie in town

Our friends, Ty and Alaina Neal, drove in for a spectacular weekend of golf at Colleton River Plantation. While the boys were playing golf, Alaina and I spent quality time with our lovely children. Pictured above is Lainey's oldest girl, Frances, who is also known as Frankie, but is known to us as Choochy. She is right around the same age as Squeege, and they had a blast all weekend. It's so adorable to listen in on toddler conversations. For instance, this is a sample of a conversation that they had one afternoon while Squeege was using the bathroom:
Squeege: "Choochy, I pooped and peed! Come see my poop and pee!"
Choochy: "Okay!"
Squeege: "Lookit! You see my little nuggies? Look at my poop! Look at my pee!"
Choochy: "Wow! Good job, Squeege! Do you want me to flush it?"
Squeege: "Uh, no. I can do it. Thanks!"
Choochy: "Okay! You can do it!"
Squeege: "Yeah. I can do it." (pauses, then realizes he hasn't shown enough people his poop) "Mommy, you need to come see my poop!"
Choochy: "Do you want my Mommy to see it too?"
Squeege (very excitedly): "Yeah! Your Mommy can see it if she wants to!"
Choochy: "Okay!" (waddles upstairs to get her Mom, who is trying to put little Charlie down for a nap)

When not having intense and thought-provoking conversations about their bodily functions, the kids were more than happy to play together until completely exhausted. They behaved themselves surprisingly well while at Monster Pizza, occupied by each other and by the magnetic dart board. Lainey and I almost got to have an adult conversation. Almost.

Friday was spent at Hampton Lake, the happiest place on Earth. Our older kids splashed around in the wave pool while Lainey, Caroline (pictured above with her daughter Bella and my Garrett), and I socialized. I got my first sunburn of the year, which feels SO good right now. It feels especially good when Evan slaps me on the back with his "sword," which is really a yardstick.
Best story of the day: Squeege runs up to me and says, "Mommy, can I pee in the pool?" Not thinking much of it, I said, "Sure!" I figured he would just run into the wave pool, squat down, and go, like I do all the time. I mean, uh, like I've heard that other people do all the time... Nonetheless, I turn back around to attend to my youngest. Seconds later, a woman is running over to me, asking if "that boy over there" is mine. Amidst cackling from all around the pool, I notice that Squeege has stepped over to the edge of the pool, pulled down his swim trunks, and is about to pee into the pool! I bust out laughing, run over to him, and shuffle him to the bathroom. Ha ha ha. I guess I learned my lesson in pool etiquette that day.

This is Alaina's youngest daughter, Charlotte, who goes by Charlie. Isn't she gorgeous? She's just a few weeks younger than Garrett. Side note: we are super-lucky that all of our friends have gorgeous little girls who are right around our sons' ages. At least we'll like our in-laws! Another plus to having boys: we don't have to fork over the cash for the weddings!

Both Friday and Saturday night this weekend we had a babysitter, so we all went out and did some misbehavin'. It feels so good to go out on the town every now and then. It really makes you appreciate the nights you stay in with the fam even more.

During the day on Saturday we went down to The Salty Dog and hung around. Pictured above is our son, Albert Einstein. It was such a beautiful day, and it was the perfect opportunity to do the "tourist" thing. By living here full-time we really miss a lot of fun stuff that we feel is reserved for visitors. I can't believe we don't spend more time at The Salty Dog: they have the best view! And the best margaritas.

This weekend provided both Lainey and I a small taste of what things will be like when our littlest ones are older: constant playmates with a very volatile relationship. By Sunday we could tell that Choochy and Squeege were tired of one another. A little more fighting over stuff, a little less sharing, a lot more fit-pitching. At least we have that to look forward to....