Archer's new thing when I really upset him is to mumble (still loud enough for everyone to hear, but not loud enough to be a shout) is, "damnit mom."

We are visiting Bobby at the beach for a few days before Christmas. Mostly we are having a good time, a few scrappy moments here and there, but overall everyone is well behaved and getting along. Today we went to the beach. The weather said it was 74, but I doubt it got that high, and with the wind and the 55 degree water, at the actual beach it was much colder. But that didn't stop anyone under 5 (or anyone over 33, by default) from going into the water to jump, splash, and sit in it. Wiley kept doing this thing where he'd shout to Archer, "let's do this thing!" then they'd slow motion run into the water. There were those jelly blubber things on the beach and Sarah showed us all how to poke them. Of course, when Archer and I scooped it up to throw it back in the water we found out that they had been poking the tentacle side, so luckily that kind doesn't sting or doesn't sting when dead. Of course, when they decided they were cold there wasn't much we could do fast enough to get them out of their wet clothes and warmed up. Wiley played a bunch of soccer with Sarah, Bobby pushed a truck around, and Archer practiced his frisbee skills--sometimes doing exceedingly well with it!