The photos at left were taken over the weekend during our day-trip to the Sponge Docks in Tarpon Springs. (Please click images for larger pop-ups.) The reasons for shooting photos of this particular boat should be pretty obvious...
Today our baby boy turns seven months old. Wasn't it just yesterday that I blogged he was turning six months old tomorrow? These days it seems if I blink, I miss a week. If I sneeze, I miss three.
The changes in him are happening so fast, it's almost impossible to keep up. He's said his first word. Now he has not one toofer, but a second one on the way. He's almost in 2T clothing and his height is taller than the average 12-14 month old at the moment -- daddy is preparing to draft his letter of intent to the Oklahoma football and basketball programs in crayon any day now. And being the good mother that I am, I have almost discovered every single tickle-spot on his body. I'm just waiting for the day he figures out that he can tickle me back... I wake up every single day thanking God for the privilege of having this little boy in my life. Every prayer I ever prayed over the course of my lifetime was answered in one simple word -- "mama".
Todd put it best a few weeks back when describing the cute little noise our son makes after a good sneeze: "It's a sound so pure and so perfect, it must have been the noise the Universe made when it was created."
Shifting gears...the latest 11 a.m. track on Frances is much better for the Tampa Bay region. I'm slowly starting to exhale on a regular basis again. Of course after Charley, we're all reminded how quickly these things can change and turn on a dime. But the track is no longer directly over our house, as it was even at 11 p.m. last night.
However, just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water -- here comes Ivan. Who names these things anyway? Seriously. Just think how many "Ivan the Terrible" jokes we''ll be subjected to in the next 10 days. As far as I'm concerned, Ivan can. Suck. On. It. I've about decided these hurricane advisories are one big conspiracy between the National Hurricane Center and Zephyrhills, Franco-American and the Campbell's soup people.
(My other Frances-related entries are here and here.)
Oh well. At least starting tomorrow when we hear phrases like "rapid increase in pressure" and "total devastation left in its path" -- our first thoughts will turn toward Norman, Oklahoma, and the Sooner football team!
UPDATE: Well we started to exhale a bit too soon I guess, because the latest 5 p.m. advisory takes Frances across the northern Bay area once again -- meaning the "eye" would pass about 30 miles to our north. So we're not out of the woods just yet, and will have to pay close attention to the next advisory released at 11 p.m. Friday night.