Friday, June 17, 2011

The Zandees Are Here!!

Well, my mama and daddy got here last Friday evening, and we basically haven't sat down since.  For those of you who know me AT ALL, you know that this is a pretty big deal for me.  I normally don't leave the house, ever, except for preschool every other weekday, the commissary on Mondays, and church on Sundays.  Other than that, when I became a stay at home mom, I took the HOME part to heart.  And because of this, my kids are also total homebodies.  But they've been real troopers through it all so far, and I'm very proud.  Yes, they're wild and whiney and can't sit still, but as I keep reminding myself, remember this: they are two, four, and five years old.  I repeat that to myself a thousand times a day.  They are two, four, and five.  They are NOT eight, ten and eleven.  And they are certainly not twenty, twenty two, and twenty three.

But a mama can dream, can't she? My friend Robin once spun a tale for me, and I think of it every now and again.  Once upon a time, Robin took her oldest to a doctor or dentist or something else with a waiting room.  And the daughter, Robin's own flesh and blood, sat in her chair and leafed through a child's magazine.  She didn't roll around on the floor.  She didn't bounce from chair to chair.  She didn't launch herself at a total stranger and show said stranger her latest booger.

I love that story.

But that has nothing to do with my story, so where was I? Oh yeah, my parents are here.  Focus.

In this (less than a week) that they've been here, I've done more on this island than I did the entire year before they got here! And I can sort of see now why some people don't hate it here as much as I do.  It really is a beautiful island.  Thus far, we have gone on an airplane tour around the south end (that's a whole nother post because it was AWESOME- and yes, 'a whole nother' is a word.  Trust me.) hiked down Spanish steps to snorkel, realized that that snorkeling is sort of lame, hiked back UP Spanish steps so we could snorkel in Gab Gab (most awesome thing EVER! besides that plane ride.  And a lot of other stuff actually.) We went on the Jungle River Cruise, swam out at Inarajan, ate at Jeff's, ate at Mermaids, ate Jamaican Grill, ate at the Chamorro Village, ate at the NEX, and ate up at Andersen.  What can I say, I like to eat.  Especially when I have other eyes for my four kids.

We also go to Gab Gab.  A lot.  When I first moved here, I was out there two and three times a week, but I sort of stopped going when I got so big and pregnant that I couldn't get out of my beach chair on my own, and I just never took it back up again.  But that's about to change.  I'm tired of being upset that I can't use the ten million dollar pool.  Fine, the Navy doesn't want families to come with their men out to Guam.  Time to accept that and move on.  So if anyone ever wants to join me at the beach, I'll be the great big fatty in the pink striped beach chair with the red stroller propped next to her, reading a kindle while a two year old, a four year old, and a five year old run around with buckets on their head throwing sand at each other.  Come join me.

And now for the pictures.  Needless to say, it's hard to drag a camera everywhere I go, but my dad is a pretty good photographer, so he's been in charge of that lately.

Grandma Terri with grandbaby number seven! Yes, I own more than half of my parents grandchildren.  Crazy.
The girls.  Obviously, Ava is loving the one on one with another woman, instead of all these stupid boys.
As a member of Team Engelbrech, you are required to enjoy lounging around in the sun.  Junebug has no problem meeting this requirement. 

Warren seems to have taken a special liking to his Grandpa. They're both the same age inside.

I wanted a shot with all the kids.  Anyone who takes pictures knows you take twenty and get two good shots, so I took about seventy nine of this particular pose.  It was fun to click through them and watch the progression from paying attention to not paying any attention at all.  I just love my boys.

I like this shot because it looks like (and it's true!) Junebug was laughing.  Who knows what she finds so funny in life, but I hear her hoarse old man chuckle a LOT.  And, I'm happy to report, five months after my delivery, this was the last time I wore my maternity suit!!! So jealous of those women who leave the hospital in their prepregnancy jeans.  Also jealous of those people who can afford to buy an entire wardrobe of fat clothes to wear while they lose the weight.
Since my parents were here in the seventies, I thought it would be fun to have a pic of me and Junebug that looked like it was mid seventies.  I'm such a dork.

Still obsessed with her feet...
Grandma took care of her in the shade so I could lay in my chair and do NOTHING for a few hours.  Be jealous.  Be very jealous.
Phew.  All right, that post took me three days to get together.  Now I gotta go because we have more running around to do! We have to cram a lot into these next two days because my dad leaves early Monday morning :(


  1. Great pictures! And yes, I'm more than a little jealous!

  2. Looks like y'all are having so much fun! Glad you are getting a little "me" time - well deserved.

  3. It's a TRUE STORY!! You just wait! Ava is going to be SOOO much help in a few years! So glad you have some help for a little while!