Super Long Post Full of Randomness

First of all, thanks to Martin and Yvonne, we just got back from our first ever family vacation where it was just the four of us. We had a blast playing at the beach, burying each other, building sand castles, swimming, collecting sea shells, seeing Uncle Parker. Of course, I ended up with over 200 sand flea bites - but that's another story. We had four days where the only decision that had to be made was whether to go to the beach or the pool. It was awesome. (Don't worry - we filled the holes when we were done.) (My mom says Layla looks like she is wating for a Pina Colada.)

I might get accused of embarrassing my son here, but this is a story too funny to not tell. A few weeks ago Mason's teacher called to tell me that he had been peeing a lot and he had told her that his penis hurt. I made a doctor's appointment and picked him up early to take him to have it checked out. When we got to the doctor I walked into the urgent/sick door. Mason asked why we had to go in that side instead of the well door. I said that because we had made the appointment today, that is where we needed to go. As we walked into the waiting room he announced, "I'm not sick. We're just here because my penis hurts." I about died. As each person walked in, he would announce again that "We are here because my penis hurts." I tried to quiet him as the people around us stifled their laughs and I turned red as a beet. When the nurse finally called us back she led us to a room. Mason announced, "We are in Room 3. Last time we were in Room 4. Is Room 3 the Penis Room?" The nurse laughed. She then asked Mason, "You're here because your peepee hurts?" To which he replied, "No, my peepee doesn't hurt. My PENIS hurts." Because, of course, peepee is the yellow stream that comes out. I guess this is what I get for wanting my kids to know the real names of the private parts.....

And lastly in news in the Gold house, Chyna has been prescribed Prozac. Human Prozac. A few weeks ago we came home on a Friday night after a thunderstorm. She had broken out of her cage, made her paws bleed, and tracked the blood throughout the house. Including in our bed. Tayler called the vet who called in the Prozac to Publix. He also mentioned that if a member of the family is on anxiety medicine it is very common for the dog to need it too. So this dog that I don't even consider mine is now on Prozac and it can be attributed to the fact that I am also on medication. How's that for irony? Ha.