{"id":3267,"date":"2010-04-27T08:03:16","date_gmt":"2010-04-27T13:03:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=3267"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:14:28","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:14:28","slug":"keep-calm-and-carry-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2010\/04\/27\/keep-calm-and-carry-on\/","title":{"rendered":"Keep Calm and Carry On"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>How many of us have something in our house that says that?  I have it in the hall, I also have it by my sink.<\/p>\n<p>A reminder that I find myself needing lately.  I hate not knowing what&#8217;s around the corner, and I feel like we are living day to day right now.  It&#8217;s stressful, this whole idea of shaking things up.  One second I get excited, the next second I want to curl in a ball in the corner.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday was hard.  I felt like I couldn&#8217;t pull it together, and the dreary cold rainy weather didn&#8217;t help.  Bedtime couldn&#8217;t come soon enough.  Ever have those days.  I was in bed with a book when I heard my husband come home and eat dinner at 9pm.<\/p>\n<p>I have been feeling the pull of my camera again.  To learn how to use it (I haven&#8217;t read the owners manual on my new one yet).  I want to learn photoshop.  I want to be able to do more than download pictures and load them on my computer.  I want to play. I want to print off all the years of pictures when I stopped scrapbooking and scrapbook them.  I want my kids to see their lives, and appreciate them now- not look back in 20 years and only then realize how fun it was.<\/p>\n<p>I also have been keeping my eye on the big oil spill.  Our annual Cousin Camp trip is coming up down on the Gulf.  And while it is never a stress-free trip, simply getting us all there is always hard- looking back we always have such great memories.<\/p>\n<p>I stumbled on the 2007 trip recently.<\/p>\n<p>This picture of Blake at dusk makes my heart sing.\u00a0 Seriously.\u00a0 He is in his element.\u00a0 He is the happiest when he is on this trip.\u00a0 The warm waters of Port A, the surfing, his cousins&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/BatPortA.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3268\" title=\"BatPortA\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/BatPortA.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"682\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/BatPortA.jpg 682w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/BatPortA-600x901.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/BatPortA-199x300.jpg 199w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 682px) 100vw, 682px\" \/><\/a>Last year he got strep and was kicked off the plane as we left to go down.\u00a0 Andy stayed behind with him and joined us later.\u00a0 His depressions over missing part of that trip lasted all year.\u00a0 I am not kidding.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/B.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3274\" title=\"B\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/B.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"718\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/B.jpg 718w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/B-600x856.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/B-210x300.jpg 210w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 718px) 100vw, 718px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>These three boys love to hang, Max is only 3 months older than Blake<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/beachboys.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3269\" title=\"beachboys\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/beachboys.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/beachboys.jpg 683w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/beachboys-600x900.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/beachboys-200x300.jpg 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><\/a> And Emma (below) is 6 months older than Austin.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/emma.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3270\" title=\"emma\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/emma.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"671\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/emma.jpg 671w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/emma-600x916.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/emma-196x300.jpg 196w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 671px) 100vw, 671px\" \/><\/a>Emma is the oldest Grandkid.\u00a0 There are 9 all together.<\/p>\n<p>I love this picture from the Tx state aquarium.\u00a0 You can make out a few of the kids<\/p>\n<p>Blake&#8217;s Flip on the left (that he left in the Detroit airport on the way home) Someone holding Alex or Cole, it&#8217;s hard to tell, Grace, Joey, Max, Austin<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/txstaquar.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3271\" title=\"txstaquar\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/txstaquar.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/txstaquar.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/txstaquar-600x400.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/txstaquar-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/txstaquar-449x300.jpg 449w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Austin, the first night we were there- when it is always hard to get them to come in<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/A.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3272\" title=\"A\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/A.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/A.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/A-600x400.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/A-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/A-449x300.jpg 449w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>We always tie-dye shirts<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/tiedye.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3273\" title=\"tiedye\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/tiedye.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"695\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/tiedye.jpg 695w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/tiedye-600x884.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/tiedye-203x300.jpg 203w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 695px) 100vw, 695px\" \/><\/a>And Glow sticks<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/glow.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3275\" title=\"glow\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/glow.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/glow.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/glow-600x400.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/glow-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/glow-449x300.jpg 449w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a>And fishing, here is Grace and Uncle Jim<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/grace.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3276\" title=\"grace\" src=\"https:\/\/elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/grace.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"683\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/grace.jpg 683w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/grace-600x900.jpg 600w, https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/04\/grace-200x300.jpg 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 683px) 100vw, 683px\" \/><\/a>Looking at these pictures makes me feel better.<\/p>\n<p>\ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>How many of us have something in our house that says that? I have it in the hall, I also have it by my sink. A reminder that I find myself needing lately. I hate not knowing what&#8217;s around the corner, and I feel like we are living day to day right now. It&#8217;s stressful, this whole idea of shaking things up. One second I get excited, the next second I want to curl in a ball in the corner. Yesterday was hard. I felt like I couldn&#8217;t pull it together, and the dreary cold rainy weather didn&#8217;t help. Bedtime couldn&#8217;t come soon enough. Ever have those days. I was in bed with a book when I heard my husband come home and eat dinner at 9pm. I have been feeling the pull of my camera again. To learn how to use it (I haven&#8217;t read the owners manual on my new one yet). I want to learn photoshop. I want to be able to do more than download pictures and load them on my computer. I want to play. I want to print off all the years of pictures when I stopped scrapbooking and scrapbook them. I want my kids to see their lives, and appreciate them now- not look back in 20 years and only then realize how fun it was. I also have been keeping my eye on the big oil spill. Our annual Cousin Camp trip is coming up down on the Gulf. And while it is never a stress-free trip, simply getting us all there is always hard- looking back we always have such great memories. I stumbled on the 2007 trip recently. This picture of Blake at dusk makes my heart sing.\u00a0 Seriously.\u00a0 He is in his element.\u00a0 He is the happiest when he is on this trip.\u00a0 The warm waters of Port A, the surfing, his cousins&#8230; Last year he got strep and was kicked off the plane as we left to go down.\u00a0 Andy stayed behind with him and joined us later.\u00a0 His depressions over missing part of that trip lasted all year.\u00a0 I am not kidding. These three boys love to hang, Max is only 3 months older than Blake And Emma (below) is 6 months older than Austin. Emma is the oldest Grandkid.\u00a0 There are 9 all together. I love this picture from the Tx state aquarium.\u00a0 You can make out a few of the kids Blake&#8217;s Flip on the left (that he left in the Detroit airport on the way home) Someone holding Alex or Cole, it&#8217;s hard to tell, Grace, Joey, Max, Austin Austin, the first night we were there- when it is always hard to get them to come in We always tie-dye shirts And Glow sticks And fishing, here is Grace and Uncle Jim Looking at these pictures makes me feel better. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[90,20],"tags":[552],"class_list":["post-3267","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-beach","category-travel","tag-port-aransas-texas"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3267","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3267"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3267\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8493,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3267\/revisions\/8493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3267"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3267"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3267"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}