Well, we journeyed for a couple reasons. One, I was ready to get out of dodge and relax with Wes. I’ve mentioned the pilot journey once or twice on here already.
And two, I really wanted to go to California one last time before my brother and his wife moved to Arizona. We flew away from San Luis on a Thursday and they drove away two days later. And in between arrival and departure we had some great days.
Lots of times revolving around food, Davey and Dad took Wes mountain biking which he of course loved, we celebrated Jen retiring from Morro Bay Oyster Company and played an excellent round or two of Password.
And the little darlings had two more people to spread their affection to which is always lovely.
Very thankful for them. Happy we got to be in California together, very curious when that will happen again, and thankful they are safely settled in Phoenix.
Jen, your a gem! (heh heh, wink wink, Jim!).
(Jen hears Jim when we say Jen. I’m trying to get her to hear gem instead of Jim as in a priceless stone that is admired for its excellence because really, she is. Insert red dress emoticon lady.).
You may remember I mentioned between grandparents and the second Texas family, we went to Lake Moomaw.
Let me just begin by saying that camping in Virginia is challenging. At least for us. We’ve had spectacular weather at Moomaw once. Last year when we canceled the trip due to weather and then just waited on the forecast and four days in advance saw a clear weekend.
Nevertheless. These pictures (not taken by me) do make me look back fondly on the time. And it was a good time. In fact, it was such a good time that Wesley could hardly move when we got home. I was not the most empathetic person in the world, ‘Oh, you’re so sore because you had too much fun wakeboarding for hours while I wrestled the children? Tell me more!’.
bahaha. I generally am a nice wife. Promise. hahaha.
I chose of my own accord to not jump on the twenty year olds boat where Wes was but instead, ride with the forty year olds in the hopes that Jack would be quickly lulled to sleep and then stay to sleep. Also, there’s a bathroom on board. Good decision all around. I laughed until I cried at the humor on the forty year old boat. Also at the fog horning done by a certain person two feet away from a sleeping baby. Nothing cracks me up more than someone who is cracking themselves up. Ahh. Good times.
Other than Jack waking up with a night terror and screaming bloody murder, the kids did pretty great. Very thankful for a trailer and for safety in the water.
Until next year!
Basically, life is just better when dad’s around. The past two weekends have been pretty much commitment free. No flights, no editing, no major responsibilities of things we need to be doing. And it’s been wonderful. I hear ‘mom’ and ‘uh’ hundreds of times during the week but when dad’s home, they pretty much take all their cares and conversation to him. I sit back and revel.
This weekend I pretty much had the mornings off til around 10:30 and it was heavenly. We spent a few hours at the lake on Saturday and it was wonderful. Everyone had a blast, there was no droning which meant for more hands on deck if you get my drift, and we got home before it was dark. Five stars all around.
We left a clean house and yard to go to Jack’s shop and then on to the grocery store which is of course, that much more fun with Dad.
(A baby went by).
These two days filled me up and left me thankful.
So three cheers for the weekend too.
Ahh. These evenings of running around chasing fireflies makes me just want to bottle up the essence of childhood innocence. And I love that these evenings are what will be in the storehouse of the kids memories because what could be more picturesque and stereotypical than capturing fireflies on a humid Virginia evening?
Ev cracks me up as she waves praise hands around hoping one will land on her hand and then shivering like mad and shaking her hand when one does.
Speaking of Ev, many of you enjoyed stories of the little miss and all her morning adventures. Well the other morning, my mother in law stopped by with some milk that she had just milked from like a real live cow and some eggs from the farm next door (how cool, right?). She thought she was just coming over to drop goods off but she kinda arrived in the middle of a disaster zone.
After assessing the damage, one of the first things she did was take out the trash. With my head buried in the fridge I asked Ev if she could put in a fresh trash bag for Mimi. So, Ev whips open a cabinet and pulls out a trash bag. She expertly shakes it out and then stuffs it the trash can and carefully curls the bag over the can. She slams the trash door shut and nods her head at her efficiently well done job. Meanwhile, Mimi is exclaiming over and over, ‘Oh Evelyn, oh my goodness, you are such a big helper! Wow, what a big helper you are for Mama!’.
My head is still in the fridge as I’m attempting to wipe up a half gallon of tea and sort through all the items that have been soaked by a certain someone who I’m assuming was moving the jug of tea so she could get to the watermelon. And I’m shaking with laughter and mouthing right along with Mimi, ‘Oh, yes, SUCH a big help to mama!’.
ahh. These are the days.