Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Christmas Photo Dump, Installment Numero Uno

 First of all, I realized like....4 days after the fact that indeed, I posted the camel post unfinished and without pictures. Fail. So here, without further ado, is the picture of me, my BFF Abdul, and my awesome friend Hannah. Isn't he cute? He was just about to nuzzle my head. I haven't washed my hair since. Joking!!!!!!

 James was also lucky enough to meet Abdul and was thrilled to get his picture taken with an actual camel. Woo!
And now, on to the Christmas festivities!

 Grandma was here!!
 Aunt Sally showed up for the party too!
 And no, we don't look that much alike, do we? haha
 Ma, Me and Katie
 Speaking of Katie, this girl is delightfully weird

Katie got to show off her reading skills for Grandma and Aunt Sal

 And Tyler got to use his mad glue gunning skillz to build a sculpture. Seriously, this kid has the art gene but I think his is more of a creative building/3-dimensional brand. He has been successfully wielding a glue gun for the last year, and he will pretty much glue anything that isn't nailed down into one of his projects. He walks around the house with a vision in his mind and you can just tell, he may not know what he is looking for, but he KNOWS what he is looking for. :)

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Guess What?!

I got a selfie with a camel. C'mon, I know you're jealous. We are now BFF's, this camel and I. Not to be confused of course with B-U-T-T's. So after the camel made his appearance in the act (which I was totally not paying close attention to, because....hello! Camel!!) Hannah and I decided to see if we could get a closer look at the camel. Then I asked the guy if we could get our picture with the camel and he said YES!!! I have no idea why I love this camel so much, but I do. He let us get right up next to the camel, who I found out goes by the name 'Abdul'. Touche. Abdul kept nuzzling my head which was hilarious and kinda scary at the same time. I asked the guy if he was going to spit on me and he said 'Only if I tell him to.' Super. But Abdul was a friendly camel and there was no spitting whatsoever. Only awk

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


Tyler told me this morning, "Mom, you are a B-U-T-T!" I told him that wasn't a nice thing to say and he looked at me and said sweetly "What? You're my best friend!" It was at that point I had to inform him that indeed, what he meant to say was "B-F-F". This kid is a nut, but I love him. He's my BFF. ;)

Friday, December 12, 2014

FaceTime Is The Best Time

Guess what folks? I need bifocals. I'm I needed someone to help me pick out glasses, because dang! There are way too many styles and some of the ones I like don't like me. For example, I really like these throw-back frames:
But they make me look like a hardy German which really isn't far from the truth come to think about it. I am 99.9% German. And these....
But they overwhelm my face, and I don't know what to pick which is why I sister! Stupid geographical distance. That is where FaceTime comes in! Yep, I FaceTimed Rachel in the middle of America's Best. Note to Self: The 'America's Best' claim is a stretch. But I digress. I basically went though every frame in the women's department, trying on anything promising in front of ye olde camera. It was quite possibly the funniest thing ever, because a) really?! It was funny, b) Phil was involved and c) There was no one else in the store so I am pretty sure they were all thoroughly entertained. Especially if they heard the part where Phil kept asking me if I had pooped today. Sadly, we decided that all the frames of America's Best were not, in fact, best for my face. Except for the most expensive pair in the store. Therefore we will probably be repeating the FaceTime spectacle in the near future. :)

Sunday, December 07, 2014

Random Tidbits

**I have had this blog post half written for a week and a half, so it might be a bit disjointed and random**

I have absolutely no brain power left but I am going to write anyway. The past week has been Collection Week for Operation Christmas Child. This is my favorite, favorite thing to help with and my kids love it too. During Collection Week, different churches and organizations around the area drop off their shoeboxes where they are counted, rubber banded and packed into cartons. The cartons go onto semi trucks and are sent (now) to Baltimore. Today, Tyler had the day off and the other kids didn't. I told him it would be our 'date' day and asked him what he wanted to do. His requests? Go help with the shoeboxes and eat french fries. "Two big boxes of fwench fwies" to be exact. He kindly suggested that I could buy my own if I wanted any. We went to help with shoe boxes and as it turns out there was a crew of men coming up from the city to help. They came from a rehab house that our sister church runs in Kensington. The guys were big, burly and tough. Tyler got right up in there and started showing them all how to pack shoe boxes. He just walked right up and started talking. I basically exploded with pride. While some of them were talking about and their wife leaving and their mental illnesses, there was Tyler chatter away. They all learned to pack shoe boxes and they packed them with joy. When it came time for us to leave, they called out 'Goodbye little guy!' to Tyler. I think he made some friends. :)

In other news, James made the funniest of funnies. Last year, we went with some friends to a live nativity play. There happened to be a live camel there with which my friend Hannah and I were fascinated. We might have even hatched a plan to camel-nap said dromedary and keep him for our very own. Fast forward to this year. We are all going again, and Hannah mentioned a great 'Camel Caper'. I was joking to the kids, and said I was going to knit a really large bag so that Hannah and I could steal the camel. Tyler's eyes grew very big and he said 'REALLY??' Um, no. But it would be fun. James looked at me, wheels turning, and said 'Mom, you don't need to knit a bag. Just wear a really big sweater and you can just stuff it in your shirt and people will think you just have large breasts.' (yes, those were his near-exact words) Then he looked at me and added deadpan 'But make sure you steal a two hump camel, Mom. Not a one hump camel.' And I died. Pretty much, this kid has my sense of humor, which I inherited directly from my dad. At first, I wasn't sure if I should be proud or embarrassed, but dang it! I'm proud. That kid is hilarious and quick thinking. And heck, he might be on to something for Operation Dromedary Shenanigan....

Monday, November 17, 2014


Tyler had his first dentist appointment this morning. And by first, I mean the first dentist appointment where he actually opened his mouth for the dentist. And when he did, oh...when he did, the dentist declared 'Wow! Your teeth are so green!' Now in the span of about 1.5 seconds the following thoughts ran through my head: "Green? They can't be that gross! I mean, I brush them everyday! No, that's not it. Did he eat something green? Nope. Just oatmeal. What the???' I looked into his mouth and bet your bottom dollar his teeth were green. In fact, there were stunningly green. It was kind of mortifying actually. And it could only be one thing: crayon. I have no idea. I asked him if he had eaten a crayon and he said 'No, Mom, just oatmeal, I didn't eat a crayon!' I am wondering if he ate one in bed the night before? Why??? The dentist cleaned it out and confirmed it was crayon. Tyler told me after the appointment that it was the way Grammy made his oatmeal, that she made it different and in a way that turned his teeth green. Because that seems totally reasonable....

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Grammy gave each of the little kids a little box with Bible verses on note cards. As I type, they are upstairs (supposed to be sleeping) practicing their verse together. It's very sweet. Today, Katie came and showed me her box. She inscribed it with a touching personal note:

Bibul Vrsis
Dow not red or you or goonu blo up and I men it.

Translation: Bible Verses  Do not read or you are gonna blow up and I mean it. 

Sharing the love o' Jesus, that girl! hahaha

Monday, November 03, 2014


 Several weeks ago, Katie went with Grammy and Chappy and I had just the boys. We decided to go to Tyler Park and look around. James asked me for my camera, and went into his own little world. He was really taken by the camera and I wonder if he has found a new interest. He took a lot of the pictures below. It was so fun to watch him frame up the picture in his mind and then take the shot. At one point, he laid down in the field and I asked him what he was doing. He told me he wanted to get the tree line but with grass really big in the front. Is that my kid or what?! :)

 This he didn't take. Obviously.
 The Squatch accidentally coordinated his boots and his sweater. He was also not concerned with the fact that it was sweater weather and not advisable to get wet.
 This is a James shot. I love it!
 James asked me to take this one. I love this bridge! I have a ton of pictures of the kids on this bridge since they were little.
 Jumping for joy!
 Who is this ginormous child and what has he done with my baby?!?!
 They were trying to catch minnows. Minnows are very fast. It didn't work out too well.
 Photo by James
 Photo by James (heart shaped leaf)
 Photo by James
My Big Beautiful Baby Squatch, as I am sometimes apt to call him
Another James pic

And another. I think this is a locust bean tree? Its hard to see but it has really long pods hanging from the branches.

 Photo by James

This was James. I love the perspective!
And last but not least, I convinced him to participate in a good ol' fashioned selfie. The sun was in our faces so it didn't turn out too great, but man, I love that kid! He's the bomb.

Friday, October 31, 2014

More Halloween Pictures!

 Halloween was a raging success this year! I am not big on Halloween but I don't mind the dressing up and trick or treating. The kids really got excited about it this year and that was fun. Katie got to be the leader of her class in the parade and did a great job carrying the sign! Yes, there were about 900 other Elsas there.
 In fact, I believe that costume distribution can be summed up like this: 20% Elsa, 20% Mario and Luigi, 10% Minecraft, 30% Super Heros, 10% Zombie Prom, and 10% Other. Its kind of funny how so many kids wear the same costumes. James was concerned that no one would know who the Sacketts are, and the kids would think it was weird. I asked him who he was dressing up for and if HE liked the Sacketts. Of course the answer was yes, and we decided it was a good thing to go your own way.
 Tyler loved the parade and all the festivities. In fact, he was so excited when he got off the bus that he dropped the ENTIRE contents of his backpack onto the ground to show me all his loot. Lord have mercy.
 James informed me that his shirt was 'too clean' for a cowboy and needed to be dirty. He also tried this as an excuse to get out of a shower. I ended up soaking this shirt in coffee and it made it nice and dingy. He was happy!
He is wearing my Grandpa Cheyney's suspenders, which finally fit him after he has been wearing them sagging off of him for years. He's grown into the suspenders, and nearly out of his cowboy boots!


I had no idea I have neglected the blog so much. Eek! I stayed up late finishing up everyone's costumes. Katie wanted to be Elsa and Tyler wanted to be Peter Pan. James is dressing up as Tell Sackett (how awesome is that!) but I forgot to take his picture. Here are a few to tide over the grandparents and I will take some better ones after school.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Random Tidbits

Here are a few updates in no particular order:

  • After having one of the best gardening years ever, things are sadly winding down. James was miffed last night when he realized we were out of Katie's homegrown cherry tomato stash.
  • This year, each kid had their own 'garden'. Katie had flowers, tomatoes and squash. She loved eating right from her garden and sharing the rest with whoever came to visit. James planted Indian corn which would have made lovely cornbread had not the evil squirrels stolen EVERY SINGLE EAR of it before we realized what was going on. Can you see I am building my case against the squirrels this year? And Tyler? Well, he adopted the rest of the garden as his own. He fell into it like a natural and could identify a weed sprout from a basil sprout from a tomatillo sprout which I find to be quite impressive for a 4/5 year old. He would drag anyone who came over out into his garden and regale them with his knowledge and point out each plant and tell them what it was. It was neat to watch him and how much pride he had in his garden.
  • Which leads me to my next point. Drumroll please.........and now, without further ado, I hither for shall announce that Tyler grew a real, live watermelon this year!!! Which is much better than last year's watermelon incident.
  • In other news (yeah, none of this is really 'news' but whatever) I have been sewing like mad to get my Etsy shop shined up for Christmas. I just mailed a cute little dress of to a customer in California, which is about the 10th state I've shipped to. Yay!
  • And the best news of all??? My sister is coming next week! I am beyond excited at the shenanigans that we can get into while she is here, and did I mention my sister is coming!? Its so exciting! Sadly, my pesky bro-in-law will not be able to come, which means I will have to save up an extra dose of ornery-ness for the next time I see him. Betcha can't wait Phil! haha
  • And now, I must end this most scatterbrained post because the chickens are freaking out and I better go let them out before they make me crazy. Or I make them breakfast. Whichever comes first...

Friday, October 03, 2014

School Ramblings

The kids have been in school a full month now. This means several things:
  • I am already tired of packing lunches. It is very confusing to remember who likes what considering they change their minds every other day. For example, Tyler LOVES cheese at home, but has informed me under no uncertain terms that he will NOT eat it in his lunch. Also, he is too scared to ask the lunch lady to open stuff that he can't, so I have to remember to open stuff before hand. Katie used to eat Clementines like they were going out of style, but now she says she 'hates them' and can't eat them because she lost her 'clementine peeling tooth'.
  • In the first month of school, approximately 43 trees have given their lives for my children's paperwork alone. Seriously?! This is 2014 people. You'd think we could find a way not to send home the same papers with all three kids each day. Do I really need 3 registration forms for the Wrestling league? Nope. Don't even need one.
  • Also in the first month of school, there have been enough fundraisers to drain even Donald Trump's bank account. My personal favorite is the Race for Education. They gather the children in an assembly and show them all manner of cheap crap made in China to entice them to sell out their friends and family members. Then they come home saying that if they come up with 10 names and addresses they get to win the most awesome, amazing, wonderful, I'm going to die if I don't get it......bouncy ball. And I tell them to skip the names and addresses and we can hit up the dollar store for a bouncy ball instead. A much better option without the threat of excommunication from the family. But that's not all! After they shake you down for addresses, they send home a letter three letters, asking for donations of stamps and tape to use for the mailing of said fundraiser. Keep in mind this is only one fundraiser of many so far. Because apparently spending something in the neighborhood of $4000 a year on property taxes isn't enough. 
  • Lest you think that school is all annoying, all the time, the kids have all landed wonderful teachers this year! Tyler has the same teacher James and Katie had. He is doing great, much to my surprise and amazement! He loves school and gives himself 'homework' even when his teacher doesn't. He has already come a long way in writing his letters, although his identification of them is still sketchy. Katie has James' first grade teacher and we loved her. She was so much fun and I am sure Katie will have a good year. James likes his third grade (yes, third grade....waaaaaa) teacher a lot, and I do too. She seems pretty awesome. Yay for good teachers!
In other news, Katie lost her two top teeth in the last few weeks. I will try to post a picture soon. After losing her first tooth earlier in the year, she decided that was way overrated and didn't want any more teeth to fall out. She actually cried when the top ones got loose because she didn't want to lose them. Especially Chippy, her trusty clementine peeling tooth. She let them get so loose they were literally hanging there at all sorts of unnatural and off-putting angles. It was so bad, she could close her mouth and her loose tooth could stick out between her lips. Gross. But I digress. The first one finally got so loose she let me pull it. I despise pulling teeth, but not quite as much as I despise seeing a loose tooth do gymnastics while still attached. The second tooth was not going to be pulled out for anything, not even promises that the tooth fairy pays double today. In the end, she actually knocked her own tooth out. She was swinging her arms, whacked herself in the face and knocked her tooth out. Voila! Add that to the ways you can pull a tooth.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Squirrel Trapping

It was a four day weekend, folks. It was tiring for me. The kids ran the gamut of self-entertainment, and saying 'I'm boooooored!' and 'There's nothing to eat!!!' You know the drill. One success however was James spending hours over the weekend trying to trap a squirrel. There is an abundance of gray squirrels in the 'hood and he wanted to catch one. He first set up a milk crate propped with a stick. He put a spoonful of peanut butter inside. The squirrel went right in and helped himself to the banquet without tripping the trap. After that, James tied a rope to the stick and hid in a bush so he could pull the rope when the squirrel was in the trap. The problem was he would get bored about every 20 minutes, come inside, and in the meantime the squirrel would help himself. James would reload the peanut butter and try again. I will hand it to him. He spent an awful lot of time laying perfectly still waiting. But by the time he had been still long enough for the squirrel to come in, he would get up an adjust the trap. After a while, I was tired to dirty peanut butter spoons and just a wee bit concerned that he would double dip the squirrel spoon. I was making homemade granola bars and gave him the peanut buttered measuring cup. I figured that would be harder for the squirrel to clean off and it would be in the trap long enough for James to trap it. Well....after a while, James decided to take a break and he set the milk crate over the measuring cup and left to take a break. Ten minutes later, Katie and Tyler came running in yelling that a squirrel just stole the measuring cup. I thought they were being just a tad over-dramatic and went out to see what was up. As it turns out, the pesky squirrel actually lifted the milk crate and removed the measuring cup. It then picked up the measuring cup and ran up our neighbor's huge maple tree. So long, measuring cup! And squirrel, I've got my eye on you...well, maybe not you in particular as you are all gray and look the same, but it's your ilk that keeps digging holes all over my yard too. Be gone!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Tyler Strikes Again

I believe it wasn't too long ago that I was writing about finding a slimy, stinking mess in the kitchen trash. It turned out to be the remains of a frog that Tyler caught and stashed away when we went camping in June. After that, I forbid the capture and detainment of critters. Catch them? Fine. But catch and release it was! For a while. Fast forward to this morning. We were all getting ready for church, and if you have ever attempted to get three kids ready for church, you know it was a bit crazy. Just as we were ready to leave, a smell permeated the house so awful my olfactories will be scarred for life. Again it was Tyler standing there, looking sheepish. Actually, he was smart enough to remove himself from the general vicinity of the stank before reporting the incident. Turns out, Tyler had finally found his long-lost film canister, the one he was so afraid he has lost on our camping trip. He had used it to store a few clams and snails, for whatever reasons a five year old keeps clams and snails. After they marinated in that canister for a week, let me tell you, it was RANK! Offensive! Disturbing! Putrid! All this from a pile of sand and goo the size of a quarter. I removed the offending mess, leaving off the Hazmat suit only because I do not own one. No Hazmat suit?! I get an F for preparedness. After spraying everything in the general vicinity with cleaner, I told Tyler to wash his hands, and we all got in the car. Me, James, Katie, Tyler and the STINK. It came with us. It became obvious within 2.4 seconds that Tyler had merely rinsed his hands and hadn't bothered with that overrated stuff we call soap. I gave him some flowerly lotion, hoping it would cover up the smell until we got to church. It didn't. In fact, it was so bad that Tyler rode the whole way there with his hands held out, fingers spread, so as not to contaminate anything. Due to all the commotion, we were late to church and missed a parking spot. Yep, we would have to ride the shuttle. It was just us, and oh, like 8 other people in the shuttle bus. A friend on the bus asked Tyler to give him a high five and I told him there was no way he wanted a high five from Tyler. He kind of looked puzzled, and said OK, so I explained and everyone laughed. We got to the church and immediately scrubbed the kid down with actual soap. Fortunately, it made a big difference and a bath later got rid of any residual stink. Moral of the story? I don't even know. Don't keep clams in film canisters, people.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Assateague Island: Part Three Odd(ities) and Ends

 I am a sucker for weird sightseeing adventures. Tell me you have the world's largest prairie dog in the middle of nowhere, and I will stop to see it. (Note: world's largest prairie dog is in fact, the world's largest and most abstract pile of concrete "prairie dog"
 When I was planning our trip, I googled 'Roadside Oddities' in Delaware. Turns out it holds the distinction of have the largest steampunk treehouse made of metal, or something like that.
This thing is really cool! It is in a small little town, nothing flashy, just a giant metal treehouse in the middle of hometown America.

 I don't know if they give tours, and they were closed the day we went. It is in part of the headquarters for the Dogfish Head Brewery. It seems like a really cool company, because a) hello! giant tree house! and b) their signage was humorous which is always good. They also had two huge bocce courts in front of the brewing tanks.
 The pigeons also think the treehouse is pretty nifty, and we scared up a dozen or so from under the treehouse.

 Here are the brewing tanks, complete with funky outdoor lighting, which hangs over the bocce courts.
 Here is the door of the tree house. Oh, to have the key that opens the door!
 Alas, we were left to wonder if the inside was as cool as the outside.
 And because I stink at transitions, here's a picture of the bay side of the island! The bay side is marshy and filled with white cranes (egrets? herons?)

This little guy was so cute. A little colt out grazing by itself. I wanted to load it up and take it home, except for the whole 'wild' part. Just a small holdup!
The morning we were to leave, the sky was very dark. I figured it was going to rain so I got the fire going and started to make breakfast. I was desperate for some tea because I got a wicked cold while we were there and I wanted tea in the worst way. James also wanted toast, so I was making him toast over the fire with my fire-cooking ninja skills. It began to sprinkle and I decided it was in my best interest to take down the tent before it started to pour. About 49 seconds later, it commenced to doing just that. I packed up the whole camp in the rain while the kids sat in the car watching Little House on the Prairie like true pioneers. Everything went into the car wet and covered in sand. James' second piece of toast went from toasty to soggy but my tea was salvageable. As I was finishing the final preparations to leave camp (leaving 'no trace' when you have three kids in tow is easier said than done) all of a sudden 5 ponies came wandering in. They stood right where our tent had been, then walked right past me and over to a neighboring campsite. Those people had left food on their table and watched from a distance as the horses devoured their food.
 It was a pretty amazing end to our stay, and this was all before 8:15 in the morning. I had planned on taking them to Ocean City, Maryland on the way out but it was very early and the clouds were dark and foreboding. I decided to go for it, but driving over the bridge into Ocean City it was so dark and cloudy i was hard to see. We came over the bridge, parked and the clouds literally disappeared. It went from dark and menacing to bright and sunny in a matter of minutes. It was perfect! We walked the boardwalk, which was remarkably uncrowded since it was early. I might get flack for saying this, but the boardwalk blows anything in Jersey out of the water. The boardwalk is nice and wide, very clean and full of fun attractions. And! I didn't spot anyone walking around with the words 'Jerzy Gurl' emblazoned on their butt which is a win in my book!
 One of the big attractions on the boardwalk is the Ripley's Believe It or Not! museum. This giant tire was sitting in front. It was from some sort of mining vehicle and cost $20,000. It was so huge that both Katie and James could comfortably stand together inside the tire wall. Crazy!

The best part of our time on the boardwalk, aside from taffy and Fisher's popcorn, was when this little chicky did a cartwheel on the boardwalk. It was accompanied by a cacophonous clatter you wouldn't ordinarily associate with cartwheels. We all paused, including a couple who was walking behind us, then busted out laughing. Turns out she had stuffed all her pockets with seashells, and they all came tumbling out mid-cartwheel! She had a sheepish grin as we picked them all back up and stuffed them back in her pockets. She's a peach!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Assateague Island Part 2

 Why, yes, thank you very much, I am going to subject you to days upon days of pictures from our trip. Because it was fun. And I took a lot of pictures. Killed the old camera batteries, I did. You can see here that our tent (technically the 'rents tent) is located directly next to the dune, which is located directly next to the ocean. The video in the Visitor's Center said it is the most easterly part of the North American continent which is very strange to think about.
 Since we were so close to the beach, we could go whenever we pleased. This was our pre-breakfast walk.
 The island is a long, narrow barrier island. Imagine splitting it in half, lengthwise. The state of Maryland owns the side toward the Atlantic and the bayside is a National Park. In the National Park, you can drive on the beach and have campfires on the beach. On the Maryland side, you can camp. The nice thing about the Maryland side is that aside from a public beach when you first arrive, the rest of the park is accessible only to campers. They give you a special code to get through the gate into the rest of the park.
 On Chincoteague Island, the ponies are owned and managed by the fire department. Every summer, they swim the bay and sell off part of the herd. In Assateague, the ponies are owned by the state and are treated as wild animals. They 'live wild and die wild' with no supplemental feeding or veterinary care.
 If you have read the book Misty of Chincoteague, you will remember the story of a Spanish ship crashing off the coast and the ponies swimming ashore. Sadly, this is a myth, but the truth is interesting too. Three hundred years ago, settlers used the island as a natural corral. They kept their horses there to graze and the island provided the natural barriers to keep them safe. Over time, horses were left on the island and it was no longer used for a corral. The ponies continued to mate, and occasionally other horses were left at the island as well.
 The ponies grew in population and became well adapted to living on the island with its harsh conditions. They are not like the wild horses you see in pictures, especially the ones out West. These are considered ponies more than horses. They are not as small as many ponies, but not as tall as most horses. Clear as mud? They are also very stout and healthy looking, despite foraging for all they eat.
 When we first arrived, of course we had our eyes peeled for ponies. When we went to the Ranger's Station to register, two of them walked right up the sidewalk! It was exciting, but I will admit it was kind of disappointing. They didn't seem wild to me and I wondered if they were tame from years of exposure to people.
 After the initial disappointment, though, I realized that the horses may seem tame, but they are not. They just know they run the island and go wherever they darn well please. We did not see any running about in herds with their manes blowing in the wind. They mostly just grazed in the meadow areas and on the grassy shoulders of the road. I think this is why people think they are tame and therefore safe to approach. There are signs everywhere saying no feed, touching, etc. There is a park ranger who rides around on his bike and when he sees wild horses and people in the same vicinity, he hangs around to make sure no one does anything stupid.
 The first day, we saw no horses near our campsite. Just dogs, hot dogs. The kids even roasted them for breakfast. Don't judge.
 Our campsite was so close to the beach, away from the grassy meadows on the bay side. I thought maybe the horses didn't hang out there as much. Alas! What is that we spied? Why piles of road apples of course. So they do come here. But when?
 We didn't spend too much time pondering this because there were s'mores to make and seashells to collect.
 And sand to blow into every nook and cranny of our gear.
 The second night, the wind blew like crazy. It blew 3 of the stakes out for the rain fly, and two stakes from the tent. I was hoping we didn't lift off, and also that the kids wouldn't wake up in the middle of it. During the night, with the wind blowing, I thought I heard the sound of horses. After mental debating whether it was worth it to risk waking up the kids to unzip the window and look out, I decided not to. Can you imagine being a kid, waking up in an unfamiliar place with the wind blowing like crazy inside a tent that feels like a plastic bag about ready to take off, with horses outside the window? Not exactly a recipe for success.
 The next morning, our neighboring campers told me that the horses had come right past my tent TWICE in the night! So it was them! Which has nothing to do with this giant chicken. We saw it driving into the area and knew we had to come back. Have you hugged a chicken today? Do it! It'll make you feel better.
 Or, have you made weird faces in front of a chicken while your kid gives you bunny ears? You should try that too. More so to make me feel like I am not the only crazy person in the world.
 And this! I am not sure what in the world he was doing here, but all I can think of is the Incredible Doctor Pol saying 'We've got to push her YOUUUUUUterus back in!' in his cute Dutch accent.
 Now that I've used the word 'uterus' on the blog, lets move along. Here some wild ponies eating their lunch. This is what they mainly eat, and they supplement their diet with food left out by careless campers. I'll take the fresh meadow grass with a side of Cheetos, please. Hey, it gives the seagulls some competition.
 I love the one of the left. The coloring is so cool.
 See how nice and shiny they are? I guess meadow grass and Cheetos are good for one's complexion.
And the last picture of the day, I promise. Spotted by the eagle-eyed Captain Squatchy, we saw a pod of dolphins swimming by. He initially confused them for sharks, and I had to do a double take but they were coming up out of the water in that rhythmic dolphin way. There were about a half dozen of them, swimming in pairs and it was so cool to watch. We later saw another group in the bay near Ocean City. Apparently dolphins in the water are a good sign: it means sharks are not present. 

Stay tuned for one more day of pictures!