This past weekend we took the boys to Galveston, Texas. The boys had only been to the beach once before and that was briefly last summer with my sister and Dustin hadn't been able to join us. We decided this would be the perfect way to kick off the summer. We had been in the water about 10-15 minutes when Bryson started screaming hysterically to the point of ringing in my ear crying that the water was burning him. He has pretty bad eczema so I thought the salt water was irritating it. Once we got back to the shore a lady stopped us and asked if he had been stung by a jellyfish. I told her I didn't think so, I mean I was standing there holding his hand and had felt nothing swim by. I hadn't seen anything swimming either, but that could be due to the fact that water is so murky you can't even see your hand underwater. Due to his screams we decided it must have been a jellyfish and needed something to pour on it. So we took turns peeing on his legs(hey I have seen that Friends episode) at least I thought about it, but took him to the lifeguard to get vinegar instead. It took about 20 minutes until he finally calmed down and his pain eased. They might look cool, but they have a wail of a punch. The next day Brayden and I were in the ocean and I decided to head back in. I felt something brush against my leg that felt like seaweed, but it immediately started burning. It kept getting more and more intense. I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to scare Brayden. However, right before we got to the beach he started crying. We both got it very minor compared to Bryson. Dustin also seemed to get a small sting right after Bryson. They were flying a green flag, but I think there should have been some kind of warning posted. The lifeguard said they had lots of attacks that day, and in the 1 1/2 hours we were there the 1st day there was over 7 people that I saw get stung. Yuck!
We still had a blast and would love to make it a family tradition to kick off the summer every year. The boys are already asking when we can go back, even Bryson.
I am the mother of 4 crazy, fun, caring, loving, smart, silly, and compassionate boys. I am lucky enough to be on this wild roller coaster ride with my best friend. Join us as we continue on this never dull journey called parenthood...
Brandt is 9 years old, and is in 3rd grade. He is a typical eldest child. He is such a sweetheart, fabulous at sharing, and mature beyond his years. He is incredibly intelligent and a perfectionist. He takes such great care of his brothers. He absolutely loves babies, and can not pass one without talking to it. He loves reading, baseball, and jogging with his daddy.
Brayden is 7 and in 2nd grade. He is really reading well and gets very proud of himself when he learns something new. He has had a terrible time with ear infections. As a result has had 6 ear surgeries to date, with a possible 7th in his future. He is our sunshine and thunderstorm. He is so warm and caring, but if gets upset you better watch out!
Bryson is 6 and so full of life. He is in Kindergarten, and really excelling. He has a zest and joy about everything he does. He is our family comedian and has us constantly cracking up. He is obsessed with baseball, football, or any sport really. He played t-ball and flag football this year. He is extremely tough, and very rarely cries even when he is hurt.
Brennan is 3 and the caboose to our train. He loves baseball and football...really any sport. He is in preschool 2 days a week and hangs out with momma the other 3 days. He thinks he is just as big as the other boys. He is still super affectionate, which I LOVE. Hard to believe he is approaching his 4th birthday already.
The purpose of Christianity is not to avoid difficulty, but to produce a character adequate to meet it when it comes. It does not make life easy; rather it tries to make us great enough for life. ~James Christensen
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