I didn’t do a good job keeping up with the old blog this summer. Busy, busy, blah, blah, blah. A few of y’all asked for a “day in the life” post. How bout a summer recap instead? What? It’s fall you say? Come on. I need some closure before I can move on. And I really need to make some room for the iPhone update.

Keep in mind this is only the really fun and/or good stuff. I simply forget to take photos when I am doing laundry after work while my kids are fighting and complaining about being bored. Or, when I’ve over soy-ed and am swollen.

And The Church Lady said, “How convenient.”

We took a trip to North Carolina to visit Mawmaw Cecilia. We left on the 4th and stopped for the night in Atlanta. We caught the fireworks and festivities at the hotel.

Ever since Graham caught wind that Wells got to go to Legoland, he’s been begging to go to California. Lucky for him, there is a Legoland (Discovery Center) in Atlanta. Close enough.

After that (and a quick detour to Howell Mill Road), we headed to Asheville. Long road trips are nothing new, but this one felt especially looooooooooooong. We were all a little delirious by the time we made it.

Don’t judge me. You don’t know what it’s like to ride 300 miles in my seat.

But, it was worth it to visit with sweet Mawmaw.

We stayed at The Grove Park Inn for the first time and kinda loved it.

At the end of July, we went to Perdido for a weekend. My family was already there, we needed to return Mr. Krabs and some very gracious friends offered their condo.

I know what you are thinking. Way to stick out pet ownership for almost a month. Listen, the crab wasn’t happy with the situation either. Can you imagine living at the beach and then someone throwing you in a tiny plastic cage? He had every reason to be crabby.

On our last day, we had a little going away ceremony for the crab. Ozzy Ozbourne performed the special music (Mama I’m Coming Home), and Graham said a few words. It was very touching. We will never forget, uh, what was his name? Crabman?

Wells did a tiny scene in The Hollars. It was filmed in Jackson, and John Krasinski was the director.

Wells didn’t appreciate the awesomeness that is Jim Halpert. One day, when he is old enough to watch The Office, he will understand.

Speaking of movies, SK and I attended the Get On Up premiere. I loved the movie, and I’m not just saying that because I am in it for a fraction of one second.

At the beginning of August, we went to the Justin Timberlake concert in New Orleans. (AKA an excuse to go to Felipe’s for nachos.)

Unrelated, if any of you want to get me an early birthday gift, this will do…

I promised the boys that I would take them camping before school started back. One thing (taking the crab back) led to another (bringing sexy back), and I ran out of time. Plus, it was 10 degrees hotter than the surface of the sun during August. I’m not one for breaking promises, so we moved it inside.

Close enough.